<?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-5469264186218869562</id><updated>2012-01-26T18:36:19.359+08:00</updated><category term='Tag'/><category term='2nd Pregnancy'/><category term='Ramadhan'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Jalan-Jalan'/><category term='Ada Penyibuk Di Sini'/><category term='Photo'/><category term='My Bundle of Joy'/><category term='Rumah Baru'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='Great Offer'/><category term='Not-so work related'/><category term='Pelik la'/><category term='Sad News'/><category term='Raya'/><category term='Celebrating'/><category term='Buddy System'/><category term='I Cut and Paste'/><category term='Good News'/><category term='Misi 3 Kilo'/><category term='Pot Pet'/><category term='I am not Complaining'/><category term='Video'/><category term='Being a Mother'/><category term='Out of Body Experience'/><category term='Rumah Kenduri'/><title type='text'>My Normal Self...</title><subtitle type='html'>... Cito Pompuan Kampung Kondok</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-857542805902814862</id><published>2011-06-17T17:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T10:48:20.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad News'/><title type='text'>Hati Remuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are many happenings in my life for the past few months. I didn't blog about many things for past few months too. I thought I can do delayed-entries later. Simply because, I think it is important for me put records somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But, after some HUHA that happened in my life lately, I feel like closing this blog. Recently when I read my previous entries, aku rasa sebak giler. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I even crying while typing this).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; All these while, things that I wrote, were things that happened in FRONT of me. Rupa-rupanya there were things that happened BEHIND me. Should I get to know earlier, those entries surely will be different or may not even exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am type of person who like to talk about things. If I can't talk, I'll write. Simpan-simpan tak berapa gemar. For sure I wish I can talk or write about what happened. But till now, I find it very difficult to do so. At one time, I feel like I should talk to someone, at another time, I feel like I better not. At one time, I feel like I should publish it here, another time my another self telling me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Don't you dare!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So here am I. Typing this pathetic-what-the-hell-pompuan-ni-is-talking-about entry, feeling stupid and sad all over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I understand, why some people feel the need to close their blog, or at least start a new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I promise myself that I want to start fresh. I don't want to be sad anymore. I desperately want to be the-happy-Nomi again. Those things that happened has already happened. Nothing I can do about it now. I promise myself, I should concentrate on current and future issues. There are so much to do now anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But...... Can I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can I just forget it? Can I just move on? What if it happens again? Do I just press the 'reset' button and start fresh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I keep asking myself.... why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHY? WHY? WHY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No one could answer me. Even the one who knows the answer, will not answer me. My heart bleeding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Orang kata 'masa menyembuh luka'. Kalau begitu, biar lah masa ni cepat berlalu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... and this entry is going nowwhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-857542805902814862?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/857542805902814862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=857542805902814862&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/857542805902814862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi pun, apa yang patut dicerita,&lt;br /&gt;Ber-arus sonsang dengan mood pencerita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al maklumlah, yang nak dicerita, cerita basi,&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mood yang ada, tak kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu lah...&lt;br /&gt;Lain kali tak boleh delay delay posting kat blog ni,&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang mood semua dah lari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korang datanglah lain kali,&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih daun keladi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-5765677854437844086?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/5765677854437844086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=5765677854437844086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Bundle of Joy'/><title type='text'>Ahli Baru</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Presenting our new Bundle of Joy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qb0Y4sTyibk/Tde3KaHUHTI/AAAAAAAABMk/ZrXOkX5SHZw/s1600/DSC01433.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qb0Y4sTyibk/Tde3KaHUHTI/AAAAAAAABMk/ZrXOkX5SHZw/s320/DSC01433.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609153250349817138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;meer Nazeem Bin Norazman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;5th April 2011, Tuesday, 12.50am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;3.06kg&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-2538716178488999683?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/2538716178488999683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=2538716178488999683&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-927747599202364593</id><published>2011-02-17T16:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T12:51:23.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'>Belajar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Belajar Dari Pengalaman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Belajar Dari Kesalahan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Belajar Dari Pengamatan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Belajar Memberi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Belajar Menerima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Belajar Memaafkan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Belajar Bersabar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mana Tahu, Satu Hari &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perlu Belajar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melepaskan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merelakan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-927747599202364593?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/927747599202364593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=927747599202364593&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/927747599202364593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/927747599202364593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2011/02/belajar.html' title='Belajar'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-2030179118258336054</id><published>2011-02-08T18:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T18:54:42.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were some signs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ignored them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I refused to believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But I never forget them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until they are too much to ignore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to accept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things are happening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are 3 choices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But they are not mine to make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please choose wisely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I. Beg. You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please........ &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/5469264186218869562-2030179118258336054?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/2030179118258336054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=2030179118258336054&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2030179118258336054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2030179118258336054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2011/02/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-7745239631858704953</id><published>2011-02-01T18:49:00.039+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T11:11:45.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rumah Baru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>Pindah Rumah (Cerita Tahun Lepas)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Laaaaa….dah masuk February 2011 rupanya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memula dalam entry ni aku ingat nak cerita serba sedikit pasal things that happened in year 2010. Simply because I think it is important for me to have some records somewhere. But there are some problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I can’t remember ALL the things that happened.&lt;br /&gt;2) When I start to type a story, ia jadi terlalu panjang. Dasar longwinded. Pastu tu rasa cam tak lengkap kalau tak taruk gambar sekali. Tapi kalau taruk, lagi lah panjangggggg !&lt;br /&gt;3) Terus aku jadi cam tak larat nak type any entry pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo….. I have decided just to select few things that happened in my life in year 2010 and write about it se-longwinded yang aku mahu, dalam entry yang berasingan. Meaning, instead of one entry I will have to have few. Let just hope the momentum tak lari after an entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Sekarang, cuba kira, berapaa banyak perkataan ENTRY yang dah aku type?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kita mulakan dengan cerita PINDAH RUMAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumah yang sepatutnya siap November 2009, cuma di beri kunci middle February 2010. Itu pun bila ramai buyer dah kecoh-kecoh kacau developer. Aku pun ikut join online community forum untuk carik geng kasik pressure kat developer. Bila dah dapat kunci, aku hantar surat demand for late delivery penalty. Walau they all cuba mengelak bayar dengan alasan-alasan yang tak berapa nak masuk akal sampai berbulan, aku tak kira. Demand jugak. Akhirnya setelah 6 bulan dapat gak around RM2000. Boleh lah kan daripada tak dapat apa-apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbalik pada cerita pindah rumah, lepas dapat kunci terus saja we looked for contractor to do some basic works for the house. Sambil-sambil developer rectify defects, we did the ceiling, grille, demolished the original counter top in kitchen, re-positioned pipes in the kitchen, install kitchen cabinet and curtain. No major renovation. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Duit tak cukup.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2010/03/rumah.html"&gt;Ada aku cerita kat sini.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568673673849020418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TUfnM8fXIAI/AAAAAAAABJw/5HrM0CO39RI/s320/DSC01560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acara membasuh rumah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568681912828701202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TUfushFMKhI/AAAAAAAABLI/GTWTTs45Hqw/s320/laman%2Bsebelum.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acara menanam rumput&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku ambik kesempatan tu mengemas apa yang patut dan membuang apa yang tak perlu kat rumah sewa. Tak sangka begitu banyak sampah yang aku simpan selama ni. Itu pun belum lagi dengan incidents ter-discover barang-barang yang aku sendiri pun tak ingat aku ada. Pasti tukang angkat sampah tu menyumpah-nyumpah tengok plastik sampah yang penuh se-lori tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che Man’s and my family members came to help us. Nasib baik lah they all ni ada. Kalau tak, payah le kami hari tu. On the same day, MIL &amp;amp; SIL cooked and brought lunch  after upacara doa selamat. Alhamdullillah. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tak payah aku masak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568674929319639138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TUfoWBe4eGI/AAAAAAAABKQ/TjI83ubgb7I/s320/DSC01582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acara angkat barang masuk lori pun bermula....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568674493523757746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TUfn8qBDCrI/AAAAAAAABKA/87Gas-M4Ij0/s320/DSC01589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kena tunjuk lah barang yang bersepah-sepah. Baru real macam pindah rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568674497768939666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TUfn851LYJI/AAAAAAAABKI/iIeNg91-aLE/s320/DSC01583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My sister made this. So yummy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The next day, Che Man and I went back to the rented house to clean the house. Walaupun our landlord said tak perlulah basuh rumah, potong rumput bagai, tapi kami rasa tak syok tinggal kan begitu je. Dulu pun rumah kami juga. Ada sedikit sentimental di situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568676796237473634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TUfqCsSx52I/AAAAAAAABKY/yaCiSP289u8/s320/cleaning%2Bthe%2Bkitchen.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Membasuh rumah sewa dengan emosi &amp;amp; gaya sentimental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I enjoyed the unpacking and re arranging things at the new place for few days. Kebetulan sedang menghabiskan balance of last year annual leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought things finally settled. But, one night after work, I realized the store room wall and floor were wet. There were rusty water marks on the wall. So we called the maintenance guy to check and they informed us about cracked roof and replaced them. After few days, we came back home and found the same thing happened again. Another maintenance guy came, checked and applied some kind of glue thingy on the roof. After few more days, the room flooded and this time was very bad and we kept calling the supervisor to follow-up on the matter. Finally after few complaints in the online community forum, few checks and repair jobs, the matter finally solved. Boleh solved pulak yek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568678467377374242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TUfrj9xlJCI/AAAAAAAABKg/1VFvtuE1ezM/s320/ceiling%2Bleaking.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Water mark on the wall, from ceiling in our store room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Don’t have to worry about the house anymore, we thought. WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiman started behaving weirdly in the house. He said something about ‘takut’, ‘ hantu’, ‘ apa tu ibu?’, &lt;a href="http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2010/tv-i-we-have-issues.html"&gt;TV that switch on by itself&lt;/a&gt;, etc. It was really an experience for us. I wrote about it &lt;a href="http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2010/09/summary-update-eh.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2010/08/does-my-son-see-things.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568893229821563890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TUiu4yOXk_I/AAAAAAAABMI/b8w51B4u32M/s320/DSC01821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ini ceiling dalam master bedroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aiman claimed there was 'something' there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(This photo taken by Aiman using my Hp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568893224957396258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TUiu4gGqRSI/AAAAAAAABMA/n08o_fXHquA/s320/DSC01800.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Aiman tatut......"&lt;br /&gt;Aiman yang kejap-kejap tutup mata dengan tangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apapun kami happy that we finally moved into OUR place. Though it just a 3-bedroom, 2-bathroom single-storey terrace house, it symbolizes another level of commitments from Che Man and myself in our relationship as husband, wife and parents. Though we did nothing major with the house, with no new furniture, but at least it is complete with basic necessities for a small family house in a friendly neighborhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568681918511132210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TUfus2P_LjI/AAAAAAAABLQ/-9Av31YedBg/s320/bye%2Bbye.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568893239606320626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TUiu5WrPHfI/AAAAAAAABMQ/h4M97ZjFzOw/s320/laman%2Bselepas.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The small laman. I have no flower plants. Just grass &amp;amp; green plants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568895635347662546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TUixEzge5tI/AAAAAAAABMY/1lH8-akypQA/s320/living%2B%2526%2Bdining.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Living and dining area (before we put up some paintings onto the wall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Same old furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568687703245748690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TUfz9kEMedI/AAAAAAAABLg/baUJnCK2Fxs/s320/writing%2Btable.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;View from dining area, towards kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568690616096240834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TUf2nHR3tMI/AAAAAAAABL4/-y6QV6w6Gss/s320/towards%2Bbathroom.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Doors leading to 2nd, 3rd bedrooms and to dry area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568687712290209266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TUfz-Fwj_fI/AAAAAAAABLw/S_X3ekcu7Sw/s320/kitchen%2B1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kitchen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568681911716000930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TUfusc75tKI/AAAAAAAABLA/gWex0GMBlcg/s320/DSC01600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aiman's bedroom is yet to be completed. 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Bukan rasa bersalah sebab malas nak layan Che Man (walaupun sepatutnya kena rasa bersalah lah) tapi rasa amat bersalah pada si kecik Aiman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awal malam tu, keluar opis je dah dekat pukul 9.00malam. Terhegeh-hegeh cuba siapkan kerja yang patutnya aku dah siapkan lama dulu. Tak boleh siap jugak. Akhirnya, packed laptop &amp;amp; notes angkut bawak balik. Lepas dinner, baru lah ke rumah MIL untuk ambil Aiman. Macam biasalah, tak pernahnya sampai, ambil Aiman, terus balik. Mesti duduk duduk dulu borak sikit-sikit dengan MIL sambil belek-belek surat khabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai rumah dah pukul dekat 11 malam. Resam ibu berkerja, letak beg terus saja buat kerja-kerja rumah pulak. Angkat kain dari ampaian, masukkan kain kotor dalam washing machine, sedia kan air panas untuk susu aiman, sediakan baju untuk kerja esok, kemas-kemas sinki, etc. Tengah aku kehulu kehilir dalam rumah tu, Aiman stopped me. Kat tangan dia ada daun terup. Daun terup ni aku simpan untuk aku main ‘speed’ dengan Che Man masa kita orang dok boring berdua masa belum ada Aiman dulu. Tah tang mana pulak si Aiman boleh jumpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiman : Ibu, camna ni bu? Jom main ni Bu. (sambil hulur daun terup)&lt;br /&gt;Aku      : Alah… ibu banyak kerja lah. Main sana….&lt;br /&gt;Aiman : Ayah…. Jom tenok tartun (tengok kartun) ayah.&lt;br /&gt;Che Man : Alah….. nantilah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus saja aku ke bilik air untuk mandi pulak. Aku tengok Che Man dah nak tertidur kat sofa dengan seluar kerja dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas mandi aku bukak laptop pulak. Panik sikit sebab kerja opis tak siap lagi, mata mengatuk, jam dah nak pukul 12 malam. Aiman sedang mengadap PC sambil tengok DVD Happy Feet. Muka bosan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terasa tenguk aku sakit. Rupa-rupanya kau tertidur depan laptop. Aiman pulak sedang menyusun daun terup atas lantai. PC dah tutup. Che Man masih belum bangun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sambung buat kerja. Half and hour after that, baru Che Man bangun mandi, tukarkan baju Aiman, buat susu dia dan bawa dia masuk tidur. After another half and hour, I went around the house checked pintu, tutup lampu. Ternampak aku daun terup yang Aiman susun atas lantai. Serta merta aku rasa sebak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiman dah semakin berdikari sekarang. Semuanya sebab aku ngan Che man sangat kurang melayan dia on weekdays. Keluar kerja awal pagi, si Aiman belum bangun. Balik lepas 9 malam. Pas tu busy melayan kerja kerja rumah, kerja opis, TV atau melayan penat badan. Kalau Aiman tido awal kekadang terus tak jumpa sampai esok malam nya pulak! Sudahnya si Aiman pun dah pandai buat hal sendiri. Entah sejak bila dia pandai switch on PC and DVD sendiri, pas tu tutup balik tah. Aku pun tak terperasan sampai lah malam tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila dia becakap, bertanya soalan, kami cuma menjawab, dengan  &lt;em&gt;"emmmm”….,  “aaaa.....” , “ye la… ye la…”,&lt;/em&gt; dan kadang kadang &lt;em&gt;“diam lah!”&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dia dah 3 tahun 7 bulan. Aku tak pasti sampai tahap mana anak aku tuh. Pandai ke dia baca ABC sampai Z ? Pandai ke dia mengira 123 sampai 10? Lancar ke lagi dia doa makan? Masih mengaji ke dia dengan nenek? Makan apa dia hari tu? Kemana dia mengekor pakciknya hari ni? Berapa ketinggian dia sekarang? Berapa berat badan dia sekarang? What did he learn today? Lagu apa yang dia sedang nyanyi tu? Mana perginya kaler pensel / pensel / pembaris, buku tulis, etc dia? Gila lama dah tak nampak benda-benda tu sampai aku dah tak ingat. Agaknya dah lama lah dia tak menulis / melukis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku takleh nak kata ni semua jadi sebab aku bekerja. Ramai para ibu yang lain berkerja juga tapi interaksi dengan anak-anak sangat bagus. Ini cuma aku yang mengambil mudah serta mengikut rasa malas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa nak jadi dengan aku ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiman sayang….. maafkan lah ibu.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-2933491658034705277?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/2933491658034705277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=2933491658034705277&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2933491658034705277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2933491658034705277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2010/11/maafkan-lah-ibu.html' title='Maafkan lah Ibu'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-4119188545176661162</id><published>2010-10-16T12:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T12:24:17.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>12 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Besides me, my sister in-law and my 2 cousins are pregnant about the same time. One is expected to deliver in February, another in March and another two (including me) in April 2011. Yang paling lewat mungkin aku lah. Tapi perut aku yang paling kedepan sekali. To the other 3, this is their first experience. So, they all jealous lah kan tengok perut mak yang buncit ni – sebab dah boleh pakai maternity blouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramai pulak yang terkejut bila aku kata aku cuma mengadung 2 bulan (masa raya hari tu). Ramai kata dah macam 4 bulan. Ada yang kata sebab this is second pregnancy, tu lah pasal nampak lebih besar. My cousin teased me about me being pregnant with twins. When my mother menyampuk and said it’s possible coz my grandfather was twins too – well melopong je dengar. Ni lah kali pertama dalam hidup kita orang selama 29 ke 33 tahun, kita orang dengar pasal datuk kita orang kembar! Apparently he had twin sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada pulak yang cakap kemungkinan aku diabetic, sebab tu perut besar. Macam-macam lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab tu aku dok tertunggu-tunggu untuk sesi scan yang pertama minggu lepas. Aku just wanna to know whether or not this is normal. Tapi doctor pulak on emergency call. Tinggal doctor lelaki je. Dah la polici klinik ni, check-check maternity ni dia tak buat, terpaksa tunda. Few days after that, still takleh pergi sebab Che Man asyik tak sempat ambik aku from work. Tension aku menunggu hari scan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally managed to do it on 4th October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdullillah. I saw my baby dancing and kicking. For a 12 weeks plus baby (during the last check-up), apparently this one is a bit bigger like 13 weeks 6 days baby. But the doctor wants us to remain with the earlier expected due date which is 10th April 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cautioned me about my history of breech baby. Breech baby could be due to few factors. Common factors are i) Tulang pelvic sempit &amp;amp; ii) There was a problem during the first pregnancy which was not detected ie: I was diabetic. If the problem due to (i) then, most probably I will have to go through C-section again – which I don’t mind lah. But the thought about (ii) really scary. I googled to find out more on these issues. Some findings sungguh menakutkan. Check this &lt;a href="http://www.pregnancy-info.net/newprgnancyarticle12.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; my dear friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I am here already. I’m planning to really take care and enjoy this journey and do things in better ways as compared to my previous experience. Ye lah, masa tu 1st time. Excited je lebih, ilmu nya kurang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for smooth pregnancy &amp;amp; delivery. May Allah be with me. Amin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528493717185465666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TLknvpvRjUI/AAAAAAAABJg/QEbTqUFlJ14/s320/resized.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salam little one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ibu loves you already!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-4119188545176661162?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/4119188545176661162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=4119188545176661162&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/4119188545176661162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/4119188545176661162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2010/10/12-weeks.html' title='12 Weeks'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TLknvpvRjUI/AAAAAAAABJg/QEbTqUFlJ14/s72-c/resized.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-4539397656778085174</id><published>2010-10-05T18:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T10:17:10.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrating'/><title type='text'>Walau dah Basi, Mesti Kena Cerita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Raya this year kat Nilai, Negeri Sembilan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524519813243887266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TKsJf_8CXqI/AAAAAAAABJQ/Fzaa6sFq8Pg/s320/My+small+family.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lansung tak dapat ambik gambar Aiman dengan songkok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Masa beli tu beria. Pakainya 2 saat je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan main janji ngan mak nak balik kampung pepagi lepas sahur, sehari sebelum raya. Tapi nan-ado. Dah tengahari baru nampak muka. Malam tu sampai rumah lambat sangat. Sampai kul 2 pagi aku cuba habiskan packing &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(al-maklum packing macam 5 sekeluarga nak balik selama sebulan!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Jalan lansung tak jam. Tepat 1 jam, kami pun sampai. Dah tengahari. Rendang daging mak (yang sangat lazat) dan ketupat nasi dah pun masak. Rendang ayam pulak atas dapur. Tetiba mual aku hilang. Potong ketupat, cedok rendang, tarussss…….. hehehehe. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dah tak puasa, aku makan le tengahari&lt;/span&gt;. Jap pas tu adik-adik yang tak habis-habis shopping pun sampai umah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak dulu malam raya meriah juga dengan takbir dari rumah ke rumah. Orang kampung aku panggil acara ini ‘tokobir’. Tapi malam tu duk senyap je semua orang. Bila aku tanya mak cakap:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Mak maleh do. Ponek. Kot korang adik beradik nak buek, buek lah”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eh, takde makna lah kan kami nak buat kalau mak join. So malam tu dok godek-godek bunga, siap barang-barang untuk masak pagi esok, isi-isi kuih raya, kemas sikit-sikit dah le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raya ke-1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kami yang perempuan-perempuan ni biasanya tak pergi sembahyang raya. Orang lelaki je pergi. Kita orang duk dapur siap apa patut. By the time they all balik memasing dah lawa and ready for breakfast. But my father and his grandson has gone to ziarah kubur. This was when my elder sister sort of ‘complained’ that abah did not ‘invite’ us to go with him. My brother in-law terus sound &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Dah lebih sepuluh tahun, baru kali ni cakap pasal nak gi kubur?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Haaa…. Kan dah termalu sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, since so many years (more than 10 years, I think) menziarahi kubur di pagi raya was never in the agenda. Tak tau kenapa. Cuma abah akan pergi dengan cucu lelaki dia je tiap kali. Ada juga dulu-dulu dia ajak, tapi we all semua tak mau ikut. Naper tah. We all tunggu kat umah dengan tak sabar-sabar sebab nak breakfast together. So this year, lepas breakfast, sesi mohon maaf dah ambik gambar, Abah was surprised when we said he has to go again coz kita orang tak tau kubur sapa kat mana. Sadis tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada dua kawasan perkuburan. Abah jadi tour guide. Showed us kubur siapa kat mana, bila meninggal dan sebagainya. Apa relationship dia orang dengan kami serta beberapa orang lain yang dah meninggal dan yang masih ada lagi. Baru aku clear sikit pasal relationship yang bercabang-cabang tu. Lagi pun most of hem, kami tak sempat jumpa pun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524517902693661650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TKsHwylXe9I/AAAAAAAABIo/wk2l1iXhxWs/s320/melawat+kubur.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sebab aku jakun sangat, aku sempat ambik gambar lagi. Ecehhh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik dari kubur kami simpan balik &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*ehem* &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;tudung&lt;/span&gt; *ehem*&lt;/span&gt; pas tu cepat-cepat kunci umah dah berjalan kaki ke rumah uwan. Ni yang best raya kat Nilai. Rumah sedara mara keliling umah je. Kami pakat jalan kaki je reramai dari satu rumah ke satu rumah. Everybody seems to be around this time of raya. Macam pakat-pakat je giliran beraya. Begitu lah dari pagi ke petang sampai ke malam. Tapi bila-bila nak balik rumah, lari je balik – rasa nak ambik barang ke, rasa nak tukar selipar ke, nak sembahyang ke, ada orang nak datang ke, nak ter berak ke, sebab bukan jauh sangat pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524517889953543282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TKsHwDH4tHI/AAAAAAAABIY/upuWPaID2HA/s320/Aiman+%26+Nabila+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524517887825253346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TKsHv7Mdk-I/AAAAAAAABIQ/W5zzVJxPMxw/s320/big+breakfast+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524519819810065666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TKsJgYZiTQI/AAAAAAAABJY/S-HXee0bkKg/s320/salam+salam.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524517899426701586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TKsHwmadoRI/AAAAAAAABIg/ws3Khy7BhIQ/s320/Big+Family.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524519803278878738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TKsJfa0MaBI/AAAAAAAABJA/R4pq3gvWJxo/s320/sup+gear+box.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524517908259831154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TKsHxHUcfXI/AAAAAAAABIw/-vQ2fICAtgU/s320/Rumah+Cik+Siah.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raya ke-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pagi lepak kat rumah layan tetamu. Petang dan malam beraya rumah yang jauh-jauh sikit. Berkonvoi ngan sedara mara yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raya ke-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My FIL, MIL &amp;amp; BIL came. This time raya they all kena tinggal dek anak &amp;amp; menantu yang lain coz bukan giliran kami di sana. So they went around and visited their anak menantu &amp;amp; besan instead. Bagus plan camni kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raya ke-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Che Man and I went to visit saudara mara sebelah MIL in Shah Alam and KL. Keluar dari tengahari sampai malam. Aku ni usung camera ke hulu ke hilir, tapi terlupa lansung nak ambik gambar. By this time ipar-ipar aku semua berkumpul semula so ni consider beraya dengan they all lah ni. Tapi pas tu balik Nilai semula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raya ke-5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergi Melaka pulak. My MIL’s kampung. Beraya pulak dengan sedara mara kat sana. Siap makan ikan bakar kat Umbai lagi. They all decided to stay in Melaka but Che Man and I balik Nilai again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raya ke-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cadanganya dalam tengahari nak balik Klang. Nak kemas kemas barang-barang ngan kemas umah sekali, tapi dah petang baru sampai. Sampai je dah dekat Mahgrib, jiran sebelah dok tarik-tarik tangan suh singgah umah dia. Kita orang mintak datang lepas mahgrib coz Aiman sedang tido. So, malam tu dapat le kami jenguk rumah jiran sebelah. Raya yang pertama kat kawasan tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raya ke-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Miscommunication dengan Che Man pasal cuti raya, ntah camna aku boleh ter-start kerja pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to few open houses so far. Banyak invitations yang tak dapat nak dipenuhi coz on weekend Che Man busy with work and we had to attend some family events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not going to host open house this year. Mak buyung tak larat nak masak untuk ramai-ramai orang. Tapi kalau ada saki baki open house rumah-rumah korang sila le jemput kami, sebab Che Man dah habis busy dah starting this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sambil buat muka tak malu add ikon kelip-kelip mata budget kiut*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524519796370821970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TKsJfBFL01I/AAAAAAAABI4/C1tS0IY3bbk/s320/Aiman+demo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cubaan Aiman untuk mengambil gambar sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Letak camera atas sofa, tekan shutter, cepat-cepat lari depan camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Tak kuasa aku nak ajar dia guna timer. Cara camni lebih seronok untuk ditonton)&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/5469264186218869562-4539397656778085174?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/4539397656778085174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=4539397656778085174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/4539397656778085174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/4539397656778085174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2010/10/walau-dah-basi-mesti-kena-cerita.html' title='Walau dah Basi, Mesti Kena Cerita'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TKsJf_8CXqI/AAAAAAAABJQ/Fzaa6sFq8Pg/s72-c/My+small+family.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-8359198958255738375</id><published>2010-09-29T18:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T19:19:24.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pelik la'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good News'/><title type='text'>Summary Update eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear blog… kesian kau lama ber-update! Hehehe. Aku takde alasan. Tak le busy sangat. Cuma mungkin penyakit MAFALASFAS yang menyerang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, too many things happened &amp;amp; happening. I will just summarize them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aiman Tatut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Things getting better with Aiman after we played the bacaan Quran in the house regularly. Pas tu bulan puasa pulak, lansung takde kesan yang tak diingini. Betul lah setan-setan ni kena tambat semua. Cuma sekarang ni, when we start taking this for granted (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ingatkan dah orait 100%)&lt;/span&gt;, Aiman has started to complain &lt;em&gt;“tatutttttt….”&lt;/em&gt; Just few days ago dia dok tunjuk-tunjuk ceiling, mata terbuntang-buntang &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(like trying hard to see an object in the dim light).&lt;/span&gt; Masa tu aku sedikit panik. Dalam hati terpikir, &lt;em&gt;“Nak kena rasuk ke anak aku ni?”&lt;/em&gt; Dah lah masa tu Che Man takde. Dalam masa panik tu sempat lagi aku pikir soklan untuk draft action plan:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“In case Aiman kena rasuk dek jin laknat malam ni”:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i) Berapa kuat aku kena menjerit untuk kejut kan jiran sebelah?&lt;br /&gt;ii) Sapa yang aku kena telephone?&lt;br /&gt;iii) Perlu ke aku siram air kat dia?&lt;br /&gt;iv) Perlu aku lempang dia?&lt;br /&gt;v) Ayat apa yang aku kena baca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tapi lepas tu aku goncang-goncang badan dia. When he looked at me, aku sedar dia tak kena rasuk pun. So aku slow talk dengan dia. Try to convince him that he will be ok. Nothing will disturb him. Semangat dia lebih kuat. Dia berani, bla bla bla. Finally Aiman nodded him head and agreed to try to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must start to play the CD again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pregnancy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day my boss told me that I looked different. He said I put on weight quite drastically as if I’m pregnant. I told him recently my appetite very good, but I’m not pregnant. He told me he suspects I’m pregnant and I might want to check that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days after that, Che Man told me he legs cramped so badly the night before. I remember thinking,&lt;em&gt; “That is MY symptom during pregnancy”.&lt;/em&gt; Straight away I went to pharmacy and purchased pregnancy test kit. Yada yada yada….. positive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada hari aku mabuk teruk, ada hari tak berapa teruk, ada hari yang ok je. Pelik sikit pregnancy kali ni. Tomorrow is going to be 3 months. But many people commented my tummy is so big for 3-month-pregnant tummy. Some suggested I’ve miss-calculated, some said kembar and some even said I’m diabetic! OMG! Tonight I’m going for 2nd check-up and first scan. Hopefully everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ramadhan 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The first week of Ramadhan aku dok bersungguh-sungguh lah. Walaupun awal pregnancy tapi tenaga baik betul. Berangan nak puasa sebulan. Masa minggu kedua mabuk-mabuk dah start. Not able to eat &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(walau pun tak puasa)&lt;/span&gt;, getting up for sahur teman Che Man, forced to reach office at 7.30am, the mual, the muntah, the smell of food from PARAM anf the smell of people around me really bothered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no Ramdhan buffet at hotels for me this year. Only once at BlueWave while assisting a charity event. No point paying so much and not enjoying the food. No PARAM-hoping. In fact the only PARAM I went adalah di PKNS Shah Alam. Tu pun sebab paling dekat ngan tempat kerja. Nasib baik lah some dear friends invited me for iftar at their places or at some restaurants. Soal Terawih lagi lah sedih nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In different note, family gathering were often. This maybe nothing for you all. But I know these two persons on perang dingin since so many years. Berkat Ramadhan, they sat side by side for iftar. Hiba sungguh aku. Pas tu, maybe for the first time in my life, I saw them solat berjemaah. Allah Maha Besar. Moga perang dingin yang dah berpuluh tahun tu tamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aidilfitri 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a bit better mungkin sebab aku leh mengunyah sikit at anytime bagi melegakan rasa mual. I was hungry all the time so aku makan je walau pun makanan semua rasa tak sedap dan pas tu kekadang muntah balik. But I enjoy the festive mood, the happy faces, the family gatherings, the extended leaves, the raya activities, etc. etc. After that, I missed so many open houses coz Che Man had to work. Same is going to happen this weekend. Anyway, raya deserve a different blog entry, so wait lah yek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eh?&lt;br /&gt;Tetiba blank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-8359198958255738375?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/8359198958255738375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=8359198958255738375&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/8359198958255738375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/8359198958255738375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2010/09/summary-update-eh.html' title='Summary Update eh?'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-444154056975467616</id><published>2010-08-24T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T17:13:49.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rumah Baru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pelik la'/><title type='text'>Does My Son See 'Things'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Susah nak menulis when my head is thinking in broken English &amp;amp; broken Malay secara serentak. Nasib le sesiapa yang baca ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3 and half-year-old son Aiman acted strangely after we moved-in to our new house. It was somewhere in April this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time, he woke me up early morning. I thought he wanted his milk but he had this strange look on his face. &lt;a href="http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2010/06/tv-i-we-have-issues.html"&gt;I wrote about it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time, it was around 1am &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dia memang biasa tido lambat).&lt;/span&gt; I was changing his diaper at living room. Aiman dok mengeliat-mengeliat sambil ketawa making it difficult for me change his diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me : Aiman, duduk diam-diam. Nak tukar pampers ni.&lt;br /&gt;Aiman : (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sambil ketawa mengekek dan mengeliat-ngeliat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). Ibu tengoklah dia ni…..&lt;br /&gt;Me : Dia? Siapa?&lt;br /&gt;Aiman : Dia tu….. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tunjuk kat something next to me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hantu tu…..&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ishk…. Mana ada ?&lt;br /&gt;Aiman : Itu lah…. Tengok lah Hantu tu…. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(tetiba ketawa-ketawa dan megeliat seperti orang kena geletek).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t think about it much. He must be kidding only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things getting weird from thereon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, when we stopped our car at traffic light that the surrounding area is dark, he said : &lt;em&gt;“Eh….. hantu lah….. tu.. tu… hantu!”&lt;/em&gt;. Most of the time both Che Man &amp;amp; I buat dek je. Kekadang kita orang suruh dia diam and behave himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time, when we were about to leave our hotel room for check-out (one hotel in PJ), Aiman stooped at the entrance, badan dia mengadap bilik yang kosong and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Bye Bye….. salam? Salam la….&lt;/em&gt; " (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sambil hulur tangan macam orang nak bersalaman&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, we were at kampung. Sleeping in a room. I woke-up coz Aiman tetiba menangis macam orang ketakutan. Tangannya menukup muka. “&lt;em&gt;Aiman tatut (takut)….! Aiman tatut!”.&lt;/em&gt; Setelah dipujuk-pujuk baru dia diam. Tapi masih mahu tidur sambil menekup muka dengan tangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak pada tu, selalu sahaja dia terjaga dan menangis waktu tidur saying the same thing. Kekadang Che Man yang pujuk, kekadang aku yang jaga. Satu pagi tu Che Man told me about Aiman terbangun dan menangis dan sebut takut-takut lagi. Kali ni according to Che Man, his eyes kept looking up at one point only. Somewhere between our ceiling fan and ceiling light. Che Man told me he got seram also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night, it was my turn. Aiman was on the bed, prepared to sleep. Tiba-tiba dia seperti orang terkejut. Badan seperti tersentak. Perlahan-lahan dia merangkak ke hujung katil sambil kepala mendongak keatas. Aku ingatkan dia dok perhati cicak. I also looked up and just that I realized he was looking at somewhere between the fan and light. Serta merta aku teringat cerita Che Man pagi tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak tu, tiap kali buka pintu rumah, tengok ceiling. Buka pintu bilik, kami automatically dongak tengok ceiling. Giler tul lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crying, the staring and tido sambil tutup muka went on almost on daily basis for almost 2 weeks. During this time, my mother in law and sister in law told me that Aiman asyik buat hal. Menangis tak tentu pasal. Pas tu at certain times didn’t allow anyone in the house to switch on TV. He will cream &lt;em&gt;‘tatutttttttt!!!!”.&lt;/em&gt; But both Che Man and I didn’t open our mouth about his crying and staring at home. We simply didn’t know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day during lunch at office, my friends were talking about their children and their current progress. So, I told them about what was going with Aiman. They were surprised that I ‘kept’ this development too long. Some suggested that Aiman might be able to see ‘things’. Some things might be scary things. One story led to another and I found out another staff had a same problem but later solved when he played MP3 of surah-surah tertentu from his mobile phone given by his boss. He also called an ustaz to ‘clean’ his (new) house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only then I realized that this was serious matter. I downloaded the MP3 and started playing it at home. Only then we informed Che Man parents about it. They looked for us a CD and a book ‘&lt;strong&gt;Ayat-ayat Pembakar Jin’&lt;/strong&gt; and we played them. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I’ll update the actually title and the writer later)&lt;/span&gt;. Another friend at work gave me a poster of ‘Surat Rasullullah’. The poster entitled &lt;strong&gt;“Pengusir Jin Dari Kediaman”&lt;/strong&gt; which we hang onto a door inside the master bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdullillah. Since the first step, Aiman dah tak mengarut-mengarut lagi pasal ‘hantu’atau terjerit-jerit takut. I observed him walking into our room, suddenly stopped, look up and then looked lega. Maybe he doesn’t see it anymore. He is not scared of TV anymore. We changed the TV too…. Hahaahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belum habis lagi cerita ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, I had this port luck gathering cum housewarming party with some close friends. A couple, our neighbors who only come to stay at their house on weekend came to inform that one of my friend cars is blocking their entrance. So we invited them in for dinner sekali cum sesi berkenalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita itu dan ini, tetiba uncle tu tanya Che Man whether or not &lt;em&gt;“ada yang mengacau kat sini?”&lt;/em&gt; Selepas sedikit kekeliruan pasal maksud uncle tu, he told about some incidents. Pernah masa dia tengah sembahyang, dia terdengar wife dia menjerit ketakutan. Bila dia checked elok aje wife dia kat dapur buat kerja and she denied that she did scream. Another time, his son told him about a really big, really tall, really ugly creature he saw in their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che Man and I think it is the same thing that scared Aiman all this while. Maybe the thing bukan duduk kat ceiling, tapi simply sangat tinggi, setinggi ceiling? Mungkin the thing dah pindah ke rumah dia pulak. Ye lah…. rumah sebelah tu kekadang je tuan rumah datang. Lagipun (dengan izinNya) makhluk tu dah terhalau dari rumah kita orang. Agaknya lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan sahaja yang Maha Mengetahui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku terpikir nak buat entry ni, coz minggu lepas my SIL told me that Aiman suddenly informed her “Ibu… Ibu… (he calls her Ibu too), Aiman nampak Hantu hari tu tau…..”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korang jangan suh aku pindah rumah dah laaaaaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-444154056975467616?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/444154056975467616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=444154056975467616&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/444154056975467616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/444154056975467616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2010/08/does-my-son-see-things.html' title='Does My Son See &apos;Things&apos;?'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-6198092250703377980</id><published>2010-06-24T19:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T19:32:10.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Bundle of Joy'/><title type='text'>Dapat Dah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ehem.... ehemmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Korang nampak tak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nampak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486296884662558994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TCM98u6k4RI/AAAAAAAABHY/u8VMCB-0ND4/s320/nampak.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pesal pulak tak nampak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku tau lah tak sebesar mana pun......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ni haaaa.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nampak? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486297896055049346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TCM-3mpVjII/AAAAAAAABHw/SeDHFTFdduo/s320/TV+Baru.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wakakakakaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tak sia-sia aku letak &lt;a href="http://www.mynormalself.blogspot.com/2010/06/tv-i-we-have-issues.html"&gt;entry sebelum ni&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Entry ala-jakun-orang-lain-dah-lama-dapat-aku-selalu-je-paling-lambat!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Apa-apa pun, saya sudahi entry ini dengan ucapan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;terima kasih dan sayang buat Che Man,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;serta terima lah wajah seorang heart breaker&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486296901822200930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TCM99u1wPGI/AAAAAAAABHo/xKJYmi6saDY/s320/DSC01847_edited.JPG" /&gt; ehem... ehem....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-6198092250703377980?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/6198092250703377980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=6198092250703377980&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/6198092250703377980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/6198092250703377980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2010/06/dapat-dah.html' title='Dapat Dah'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TCM98u6k4RI/AAAAAAAABHY/u8VMCB-0ND4/s72-c/nampak.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-4074868427329177477</id><published>2010-06-11T18:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T11:54:07.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pelik la'/><title type='text'>TV &amp; I - We have Issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Che Man bought me this TV before we even got engaged long time ago. Ini mungkin termasuk dalam usaha untuk mengurat aku pada masa tu. Tapi tak kisahlah kan. It was quite a big investment at that time considering his disposal income and our relationship status at that time. Anyway, we finally got married and the TV is the only one set we have in the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481458339493524210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TBINUVidMvI/AAAAAAAABHQ/nEw8A86DfiE/s320/TV.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sesapa yang ada dalam gambar ni, jangan marah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ni je lah gambar TV tu yang aku ada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tak reti pulak nak potong gambar ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted lama dulu about &lt;a href="http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2008/08/hoi-saper-tu-haaa.html"&gt;this weird story – when the TV changed channels by itself when no one around.&lt;/a&gt; Yup! That story. But that only happened once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, the TV start buat hal lagi. Kali ni dia on and off displayed ‘contrast’, ‘color’, etc and the tuning bar will run as if someone is doing tuning or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was thinking, &lt;em&gt;“Alamak…… TV ni dah rosak pulak!”&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was so irritating. Bayangkan lah, kita dok syok tengok CSI tetiba keluar ‘contrast’ and the tuning bar pergi kiri kanan. Pas tu keluar tah apa-apa function lagi. Menyibuk pandangan je. But we stick with this TV coz there were other things which were more important to spend on other than to replace a bulky self-tuning TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months ago, we all pindah rumah. I noticed, the TV has no more problem. Suddenly terus elok je. Sampai ke hari ni. tak pernah functions tu keluar sendiri lagi. Bagus… selamat duit kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 or 3 weeks after that we moved in, I woke-up at nearly 3.00am coz I think I heard my son called me softly. I think he did wake me up because when I opened my eyes, he was already sitting on the bed. I wanted to ask him to go back to sleep but then I heard something………&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Our TV was on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV ni kat living room. Kita orang dalam bilik tidur. Mungkin kah Si Aiman keluar dan buka TV? I doubt it. Pintu bilik masih berkunci dan aku tahu Aiman tak kan berani keluar bilik gelap-gelap begitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betul ke bunyi TV? Siap letak tekup telinga kat dinding nak pasti kan yang aku dengar tu memang TV. Bunyinya macam suara mat saleh baca berita but I can’t catch the actual ‘news’. Pas tu aku pi dok mengedap bawah pintu bilik kot kot boleh nampak cahaya dari TV kat ruang tamu, but I saw nothing. Si Aiman pun duk menjalar depan pintu ikut aku mengedap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Terpikir gak aku “Ntah ntah ada penyamun masuk, pas tu buka TV untuk tarik perhatian kami, so that we’ll open the room door!”. Takut gila aku memikirkan kemungkinan tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas tu si Aiman punya pandai, pergi selak langsir tingkap. Aku pun pergi jenguk jugak. Cuma nampak pintu pagar yang masih berkunci dan kereta kita orang. Takda apa-apa movement yang meragukan depan rumah. Belakang rumah tak tau la kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tekup pulak telinga kat dinding kot-kot bunyi tu datang dari rumah sebelah kiri (rumah sebelah kanan masih tak berpenghuni). Rasanya tak. Takkan orang sebelah ni dengar berita kul 3.00 pagi kot ? Kalau ye pun, selama ni aku tak pernah dengar bunyi dari rumah tu. Nak dengar suara pun tidak, kecuali lah kat dapur bila pintu belakang kami sama-sama terbuka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunyi TV masih ada lagi. Aku tak boleh kata bunyi lain. Memang betul-betul macam bunyi TV lah. Tapi takda bunyi tapak kaki ke hapa. Adalah dalam 10 minit aku tunggu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku berkira-kira nak kejutkan Che Man tapi aku sendiri tak pasti dengan logiknya bunyi TV yang rasa-rasanya dari dalam rumah senditi. Later I decided to go back to sleep and hoped no penyamun in the house. Aiman made no fuss, join aku tido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with me and this TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bang, bulan depan beli LCD &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or LED or HD or Full HD)&lt;/span&gt; TV yek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetiba. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-4074868427329177477?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/4074868427329177477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=4074868427329177477&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/4074868427329177477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/4074868427329177477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2010/06/tv-i-we-have-issues.html' title='TV &amp; I - We have Issues'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/TBINUVidMvI/AAAAAAAABHQ/nEw8A86DfiE/s72-c/TV.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-5140675522151536670</id><published>2010-05-06T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:01:10.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pot Pet'/><title type='text'>What is Happening?</title><content type='html'>I don't know lah........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-5140675522151536670?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/5140675522151536670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=5140675522151536670&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/5140675522151536670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/5140675522151536670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-is-happening.html' title='What is Happening?'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-5592395815897780107</id><published>2010-03-17T18:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:34:44.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rumah Baru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good News'/><title type='text'>Rumah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were off from work yesterday. That’s explained why the happy status in the FB on 15th. (well, before that makhluk perosak status lah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to our house and saw this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449545120846067954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/S6Csaht-OPI/AAAAAAAABGo/ijUDIMgB5u8/s320/wall.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dinding car porch dah bertukar bentuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiran aku buat renovation nampaknya. Walaupun sedikit sentap sebab they all sentuh wall kita tak bagitau, tapi tak kisah sangat lah. Dah siap nanti tu, cantik lah kot. Tapi aku tengok wall tu cracked. Dah tu simen dah keras berterabur habis kena tiles &amp;amp; ceiling. Bila Che Man tanya supervisor dia, bila nak cat wall belah kita org tu, dia jawab dengan kasar. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Lepas semua siap, kita orang cat lah!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Cilakak betul. Orang tanya baik-baik, dia main kasar lak. Kalau ye pun takkan biarkkan simen berterabur kat belah lain sampai kering. Dah la takde courtesy, tak cermat pulak tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, mamat tu bengang ngan kita orang sebab tak ambik khidmat dia. The day dia approached aku tu je cakap, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Kak… kita sesama Melayu, boleh bincang lah…..”&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Kepantangan aku orang guna approach camtu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ada gak considered dia tu, tapi aku ter-jumpa beberapa komen yang tak baik pasal khidmat dia dalam community forum B.andar B.ukit R.aja. Jenis yang tabur janji macam-macam, quality kerja tak bagus, kerja lembab asyik nak kena follow-up je. Bila aku tengok wall yang merekah tu, aku syukur takde kena-mengena dengan dia. Pekerja dia, kerja waktu pagi je. Pas kul 1 petang, stop kerja, mandi, ampai kain bagai, pas tu tido sampai petang. Sekali tuan rumah datang, mengelupur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tailor for curtain came as scheduled. She went and measured every window and I went &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Eh…. We all tak order curtain untuk window ni la”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. She answered me that she wants to keep a record, in case I change my mind later. Confident je minah tu. Cukup le. I didn’t give much attention on curtain or budget for curtain. I thought, whatever la…. Cannot be so expensive what..... Sekali ambik kau…… double the budget. Only after that I checked, my initial budget was a bit too low la. terpaksa la aku terima hakikat yg aku tak pandai buat budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, installers for kitchen cabinet came. These guys stopped &amp;amp; parked their lorry at the car porch, angkat tangan to acknowledge my presence, unloaded things and started doing their job. Setiap sorang ada kerja sendiri. Tak nampak pun they all borak-borak, hisap rokok, rehat. Kerja je..... tak bunyik-buyik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelik gak aku. Tak ke dia orang nak confirm kan alamat rumah tu dulu, design atau apa-apa material yang dia orang bawa. The only thing they said, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ada penyapu tak?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Sudah siap Kak”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It took them 4 hours to complete the installation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449545126743047218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/S6Csa3r6_DI/AAAAAAAABGw/SBELyv3TGXQ/s320/sebelum+2.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sebelum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449545130426328146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/S6CsbFaFZFI/AAAAAAAABG4/KIpOM8PVxMY/s320/selepas.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selepas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;While all other things happening, Che Man was fixing lights &amp;amp; fans in the house. Nasib baik Che Man boleh buat. Mendengus-dengus gak le member tu dalam kepanasan. Suka hati. Janji siap. Kalau tak, nak kena upah orang pulak. Duit lagi. Only we unable to fix one light in the hall. The ceiling is a bit too high, tangga tak sampai. I think we have no choice but to pay someone else to do it for us. This weekend baru boleh settle kot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449545138407571874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/S6CsbjI9gaI/AAAAAAAABHA/hTohFNEj-Ho/s320/Abg.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laki sapa nih?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We brought a can of paint to paint the fence and gate. Kekonon nak sama kaler ngan our grille. Aku le yang patut cat tu. Aku cakap ngan Che Man, aku takut duduk luar sorang-sorang. Takut kena kidnap. The actual fact: it was so hot outside. Makcik tak sanggup. Elok-elok datang tadi brown light-light, kang balik glossy black lak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems my both side neighbors are Malay families. Sempat jumpa yang sebelah kiri, rumah sedang renovate. Maybe masuk end of the year. Yang sebelah kanan pulak, tak sempat bertegur, nampak dia orang datang &amp;amp; pergi je. Tak lama lagi masuk rumah kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengah aku lepak ada satu mamat Chinese ni datang bagi flyer. Boleh tempah curtain katanya. Kalau nak, tang-tang tu jugak dia nak measure. Ayooooo…. Sampai macam ni sekali orang carik business sekarang. Tapi bagus gak strategy ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sekarang, lampu tinggal sikit lagi. This weekend kena sambung pasang lampu, cat pagar, basuh rumah. On next Monday pasang curtain. Then boleh pindah sikit-sikit. Dah standby 2 quotes untuk lorry. This week kena tukar alamat surat-menyurat pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuan rumah sekarang pun dah mintak buang kan &lt;em&gt;‘For Rent’&lt;/em&gt; punya signage depan rumah. Terlalu ramai yang call katanya, sampai dia pening kepala. Cadang nya nak pindah 28hb ni walaupun landloard kata we all can keep the keys till 15hb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... Jangan di tanya bila house warming sebab duit tinggal RM65 je. Adehhhhh.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-5592395815897780107?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/5592395815897780107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=5592395815897780107&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/5592395815897780107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/5592395815897780107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2010/03/rumah.html' title='Rumah'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/S6Csaht-OPI/AAAAAAAABGo/ijUDIMgB5u8/s72-c/wall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-6113682330784802799</id><published>2010-03-08T19:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T14:45:07.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pot Pet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Bundle of Joy'/><title type='text'>My February... kind of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sebelum 2 followers aku blah, elok rasanya update blog ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak yang nak rekodkan but so little time and energy. So, for my own record, I wanna summarize this entry into few topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday &amp;amp; Wedding Anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My birthday &amp;amp; Che Man’s birthday jatuh selang sehari on the first weekend of February. It went quietly except for many birthday wishes I received through FB. Thank you so much people. Tak dapat pun nak reply and say thank you satu-satu. But you know I love you all very the strong kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole Saturday on my birthday, Che Man had to work from morning to late night. Takde mood nak potong kek pun. Sampai sekarang tak redeem lagi voucher kek yang hotel bagi tu. So, I thought, cake-less ler we all. But, the next day balik kampung and my dear sister made us a very rich very yummy chocolate cake for tea time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Che Man and I took day off to spend our day at spa and dating on our 4th anniversary in the 2nd week of February. Che Man who was skeptical on the spa thingy at last sangat menyesal kerana tak ikut my suggestion to have the 4-steps full body treatment instead of 1 hour couple massage. Tu laaaa… lenkali dengar gak cakap bini. Hal-hal macam ni lelaki mana tau, kan? We also went to movie, makan and shopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446218484217099954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/S5Ta2yjtNrI/AAAAAAAABGA/FXiJuLCqBeI/s320/muka+happy.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Muka gumbira dapat minum root bir dua gelas sekali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I extended my leave after the anniversary celebration and took opportunity of Chinese New Year public holidays to stay home with Aiman. My aim was to train Aiman untuk pergi toilet everytime nak kencing and berak. Except for 2 incidents – &lt;em&gt;one on the floor and another one on sofa&lt;/em&gt;, the few days training went well. Never in my life I felt so happy to see him terberak. Hahaha. Tapi amat-amat letih coz kejap-kejap nak kencing budak bertuah tu. I think Aiman felt the same coz my MIL told me that Aiman mengamuk-ngamuk nak pakai diaper later that week. Aduhai…. Dah beberapa hari ok, dia buat hal pulak tak nak continue. Came another weekend, I tried again but he refused to wear his pants without diaper. Seperti biasa, Aiman menang. Mendidih je darah aku tengok dia screaming, kicking, shouting. So pakaikan dia diaper and went to the zoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446218500188823410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/S5Ta3uDqX3I/AAAAAAAABGQ/pASFNNytYX4/s320/resized.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ala.... takyah la gi toilet.... sini je lah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We finally received the house keys on 22nd. So we have about a month to arrange everything including to move into the new house. Must empty the rented house by last weekend of March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the handover from developer, straight away we confirmed some works with a contractor. Then we went and searched for kitchen cabinet and lights and fans. Well, actually not that fast la. We have done the surveys many times already. So that day was to confirm things la. It was very exciting and tiring activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the plaster ceiling is done, the hacking of the kitchen concrete slap done, kitchen plumbing relocated, grille done, lights and fans purchased, kitchen cabinet selected and measured. What left – to install the kitchen cabinet, fix lights &amp;amp; fans, paint the main gate, order curtain &amp;amp; blinders, clean the house, to source for 3 ton lorry untuk angkut barang, to purchase racks for store room, fix curtain &amp;amp; blinders, pack things up and move it! Move it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446218489064331618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/S5Ta3EnYGWI/AAAAAAAABGI/T_tmBreIYCo/s320/ceiling.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Allo? Kenapa itu ceiling manyak tinggi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wa tarak rasa tu angin kipas pusing-pusing wa punya kepala atas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rumah wa tarak aircond ma....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have put ‘FOR RENT’ signage in front of my rented house. I hope my nice landlord will receive fews calls on that. I have made claim for late delivery of property from the new house developer. The house was delivered about a month later than promised, but have not received any news yet. Yes, I’m kiasu like that, but I need the money to install aircond plak. Panas giler kan sekarang ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February was a short month. Rushing many things this month. Then, there was an annual dinner. Aku dah lama berazam dan dah lama berjaya tidak involve directly with annual dinner preparation. Bagi chance la kan kat budak-budak muda untuk buat semua ni. But this year, ntah macam mana termakan pujukan pulak terus jadi invitation and program manager. Invitation tu ok, but program ni sangat leceh. Nasib baik ramai yang volunteer tolong. But annual dinner deserve a different entry lah. So later with photo maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446218512717533234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/S5Ta4cuvUDI/AAAAAAAABGg/DFDfGmRM3LE/s320/Entrance+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rokers Unite..... hahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There are some changes in the organization structure. There some problems and issues that need urgent attention. There is refurbishment project coming. My boss is particularly busy running here and there to sort &amp;amp; solve things. I have no choice but to chase him *semput* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAMILY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many issues that bothering me now. It seems, since last year satu-satu hal datang menjengah. Just to think about it makes my heart beats faster. Mostly about my younger sisters. You guys dah dewasa. I don’t want to keep talking about the same old stories. I don’t want to bagi nasihat itu dan ini as if I have a perfect life. But I love you all so much and I want you all to be happy. But I really hope you will do what you guys suppose to do. If you have to make life changing decision, pleaseeeeee discuss it with other family members with open heart and mind. The key word is : B.L.E.S.S.I.N.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My in-laws are busy now with wedding preparation for Che Man’s younger brother. I feel like I have not contributed anything meaningful in the process. Sibuk dengan hal &amp;amp; masalah sendiri je. I want to improve this situation. Kesian MIL &amp;amp; SIL, dapat menantu and in-law like me eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, syukur pada Allah, I managed to stay alive &amp;amp; healthy till I am now 33 years old. My relationship with Che Man is stronger and happier. Aiman is growing fine, healthy, comel, bijak, entertaining and all that. We are going to experience new home and new place. I have made a list on how to improve my work performance and work attitude. Now, I felt fresh, motivated and excited about work all over again. I only hope some issues in my family resolve one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdullillah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-6113682330784802799?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/6113682330784802799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=6113682330784802799&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/6113682330784802799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/6113682330784802799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-february-kind-of.html' title='My February... kind of...'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/S5Ta2yjtNrI/AAAAAAAABGA/FXiJuLCqBeI/s72-c/muka+happy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-8094552291898905685</id><published>2010-03-02T09:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T09:13:21.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pot Pet'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>...... Blog will be updated within this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acehceh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-8094552291898905685?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/8094552291898905685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=8094552291898905685&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/8094552291898905685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/8094552291898905685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2010/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-1306744585914841941</id><published>2010-02-10T14:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:33:50.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrating'/><title type='text'>4th Wedding Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On 11th February, actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/S3JWfde0SyI/AAAAAAAABF4/23vmSEEDPjg/s1600-h/DSC_0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436502798679427874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/S3JWfde0SyI/AAAAAAAABF4/23vmSEEDPjg/s400/DSC_0053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Baru-baru ni aku tau, wedding cake sepatutnya warna pastel )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will not be in the office tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have breakfast, spa, lunch, movie and minum petang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;appointments with Che Man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Semoga kebahagian kami berpanjangan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Insyaallah.&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/5469264186218869562-1306744585914841941?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/1306744585914841941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=1306744585914841941&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/1306744585914841941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/1306744585914841941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2010/02/4th-wedding-anniversary.html' title='4th Wedding Anniversary'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/S3JWfde0SyI/AAAAAAAABF4/23vmSEEDPjg/s72-c/DSC_0053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-2919828460377187017</id><published>2010-01-26T18:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T19:02:52.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pot Pet'/><title type='text'>2010 Monthly Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dah jauh kedalam tahun 2010 rupanya. Fulawei... aku baru nak lancar tulis 2009, dah masuk 2010. Azam tetap ada. Tapi seganlah nak detail-kan kat sini. Cuma untuk rujukan aku nanti-nanti, I want to list down my monthly plan for this year in brief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing so ambitious, just normal things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;JANUARY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am supposed to receive our new house key this month. Today is 26th January already. Even though the house seems to be ready but no news about VP yet. Ok. Got to start calculating the late delivery claim now. Siut betul lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;FEBRUARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My birthday, Che Man birthday and our 4th wedding anniversary. Earlier we planned to go somewhere for vacation, but have to scrap the idea, coz the budget will have to go to the new house &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hopefully will receive the key this February).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Good thing is, the both dates will be on weekend selang sehari. A simple cake blowing ceremony and birthday song from Aiman will do. However, have applied for leave to go dating on our anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MARCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hopefully, we will be busy with the new house. Not much that we want to do with the house. Maybe just the ceiling, lightings, curtains, kitchen cabinet and grill (Insyaallah). To do cleaning, packing, transferring, unpacking and cleaning some more. To repeat this cycle 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt that we can celebrate Aiman’s birthday in the new house, but whatever it is, I’m gonna get him Thomas &amp;amp; Friends cake for his birthday on the 7th March. He is going to be 3 years old this year. To start potty-train him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above plans are at good timing, since I have to clear my last year’s balance of annual leave before end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;APRIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First and second week will be busy with Che Man’s brother wedding preparation. Tambah biras. Yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiman should be diaper-less latest in the mid of April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger sister is talking about getting married this month. Sekarang dah nak masuk February. Takde news pun. Biar betul dia ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;IF I were to receive any bonus, it should be paid latest this month. I can’t remember how I spent the previous bonuses. But this time around I’ve made some plans – more tangible ones. So please la got bonus around this time. Please la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;JUNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Planning for a short vacation. Maybe with family, maybe with friends, or maybe just the three of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of April, I think my sister will get married in June. Sungguh tak sabar aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;JULY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God willing, I wish I could get pregnant with a second child. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AUGUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harap bertemu Ramadhan tahun ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SEPTEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bulan raya, bulan yang indah. Bertemu saudara mara, sahabat handai, ziarah- menziarahi, mohon maaf-memaafi, makan-makan, happy-happy. Must make sure to make use of the festive mode &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and extended leaves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;OCTOBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can’t wait for this year’s October. I'll pay the last installments for 2 loans. That will be a big relief for me. So, I can do more saving after October. Did I say I can’t wait for this year’s October?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;NOVEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, short vacation will be nice. To go &amp;amp; do somewhere / something different than the one in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;DECEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;December is always busy time at work. I hope I’ll survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-2919828460377187017?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/2919828460377187017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=2919828460377187017&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2919828460377187017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2919828460377187017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-monthly-plan.html' title='2010 Monthly Plan'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-4197606134758077362</id><published>2010-01-20T20:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:40:48.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misi 3 Kilo'/><title type='text'>Misi 3 Kilo - Part 2</title><content type='html'>I think I owe this blog something – The result of my &lt;a href="http://www.mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/10/misi-3-kilo.html"&gt;'MISI 3 KILO'&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. The due date dah hampir sebulan lepas. Tapi tak cerita pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab I tak excited.&lt;br /&gt;I tak excited sebab resultnya tak bagus.&lt;br /&gt;Naper result nya tak bagus?&lt;br /&gt;Sebab efforts cam hampeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah. Dah. Jangan nak banyak alasan. Lurus pada titik &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(straight to the point).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started in November. Supposed to loose 3 kg at the end of December 2009. I thought I was 50kg. Rerupanya I was 52.7kg. 'WAS' okeyyyy…. Makna sekarang tidak lagi. Jeng! jeng! jeng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After half plate of rice for lunch, capati &amp;amp; milo kosong for dinner for 2 months, few sessions of exercises, I have lost &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh. I lied about half plate of rice and capati. Not really every day &amp;amp; night. There were many times I took dissert, full plate of rice dengan segala macam lauk pauk, beberapa sesi BBQ and late night snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, lost of 1 kg made me fit into my ‘S’-sized skirts, even though not all S-sized skirts, but mak gumbira nok. Mungkin potongan these particular 'S'-sized skirts agak besar as compared to other 'S'-sized skirts, but ‘S’ mean &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SMALL&lt;/span&gt;. Yehaaaaaa!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot fit into my old shirts and baby-t &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(masih terlalu jauh - not my target pun)&lt;/span&gt;, but recently I bought one baju kurung Pahang in size 'XS'. Jurujual tu yang beriya kata XS better for me &lt;em&gt;(and it fits)&lt;/em&gt;. But, it’s baju kurung lah kan, baju kurung Pahang somemore yang usually memang potongannya besar daripada baju kuruing biasa. Takleh bangga sangat pasal ni &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(tapi nak tunjuk gambar gak tuh!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428799833891866882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/S1b4r5fTCQI/AAAAAAAABFo/-0jvjMxxGZE/s320/Kat+Pelamin+ngan+Aiman.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eh! Gambar duduk bersanding lak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ketembam-man pipi masih terserlah) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;These few weeks, I neglected this mision. Maybe because the due date dah over. That’s not good. Will start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I will not eat less. I’ll eat better (and exercise more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nantikan…....!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(walaupun sebenarnya, nobody cares…muhahahaha)&lt;/em&gt;&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/5469264186218869562-4197606134758077362?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/4197606134758077362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=4197606134758077362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/4197606134758077362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/4197606134758077362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2010/01/misi-3-kilo-part-2.html' title='Misi 3 Kilo - Part 2'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/S1b4r5fTCQI/AAAAAAAABFo/-0jvjMxxGZE/s72-c/Kat+Pelamin+ngan+Aiman.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-8982938562389504250</id><published>2010-01-15T19:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T19:33:30.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Bundle of Joy'/><title type='text'>Bedtime Stories - Dah Boleh Start ke?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku suka ke kedai buku. Paling suka tengok buku berderet-deret atas rak. Naper tah. Yang best juga kalau dapat menyelak magazine pasal artist-artis luar negara. Nak beli, tak mungkin lah. Harga bukan main. Tak lupa jugak aku suka tengok buku kanak-kanak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah banyak kali, aku asyik berkira-kira nak belikan bedtime stories untuk Aiman. Aku belek buku tu dan buku ni, tapi masih tak beli-beli lagi. Banyak sangat yang aku pikir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paham ke Aiman kalau aku bacakan dia cerita ni?&lt;br /&gt;Dia masih terlalu muda untuk bedtime stories.&lt;br /&gt;Nanti bosan pulak dia sebab tak paham.&lt;br /&gt;Kebanyakkan buku pulak dalam bahasa Inggeris.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi buku bahasa Melayu pun, belum tentu dia paham.&lt;br /&gt;Bila kalanya aku nak baca untuk dia.&lt;br /&gt;Mamat ni tidur lambat benar.&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang selalu tido dulu pada dia.&lt;br /&gt;Habis camno ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik-balik aku akan letak balik buku-buku tu kat rak. Kembali menyelak-nyelak magazine cerita artist luar negara. Tak pun membelai-belai best selling novels yang aku cuma boleh beli kalau ada 40% off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam tadi, aku tengok si Aiman membelek ‘Health’ Magazine gambar joga instructor atas katil. Bukan Yoga instructor tu atas katil. Anak aku tengah membelek magazine tu atas katil. Kelakar pulak aku tengok dia menyelak-nyelak majalah tu macam paham benar dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam dah pukul 12.30pagi. Terus aku padamkan lampu. Jam-jam tu jugak aku rasa bersalah pasal padam lampu tu. Aiman menoleh and looked irritated pasal dah gelap. Dia baring, magazine tak lepas. Masih membelek. Aku pujuk dia lepaskan magazine tu tapi dia tak mahu. Seronok agaknya tengok gambar-gambar perempuan cantik dalam tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;“Aiman nak taca butu ni lah....”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah pukul berapa la dia tido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patut ke aku start bedtime stories session dengan dia. Tak kisah lah dia paham ke tak. Tak cuba mana kita tahu response dia kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is going to be 3 years old this March. Korang start bedtime stories session dengan anak-anak korang bila?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-8982938562389504250?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/8982938562389504250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=8982938562389504250&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/8982938562389504250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/8982938562389504250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2010/01/bedtime-stories-dah-boleh-start-ke.html' title='Bedtime Stories - Dah Boleh Start ke?'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-2772398222649970968</id><published>2009-12-28T18:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:46:17.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misi 3 Kilo'/><title type='text'>Uwek! Uwek!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apa punya title la.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In my attempt to loose some stupid weight, I decided not to eat rice at night or eat anything after 8pm. So last Saturday, when Che Man told me about his plan to have dinner at MIL's I decided to eat 2 slices of wholemeal breads so I don't need to eat rice at MIL's after 8pm (coz Che Man only will be back home around Maghrib).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I ate 2 slices of wholemeal breads at around 5.30pm and felt kenyang and didn't have dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, we went to see somekind of EXPO somewhere in Shah Alam. There were little fun fair games. Semuanya jenis pusing-pusing and putar-putar. Standing and watching those pusing-pusing and putar-putar machines made me felt dizzy and felt like vomitting. I know dah masuk angin. That night, I slept with perut kembung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next morning, Sunday, angin satu badan. Uwekkkk! uwekkkkkk! and cirit birit and lemah longlai. I still feel dizzy and loya untill today. Hampir sama rasanya macam pregnant dulu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:816_jqOKmMN2mM:http://tell.fll.purdue.edu/JapanProj" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Noooo... I am not pregnant. Not that I don't want to get pregnant, just that, I am not pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is not the first time. This what happen if I don't take proper cabor at night. I'll end up masuk angin the next 2 days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight. Must get nasik. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Misi 3 kilo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apa tu? Tak pernah dengar pun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-2772398222649970968?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/2772398222649970968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=2772398222649970968&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2772398222649970968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2772398222649970968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/12/uwek-uwek.html' title='Uwek! Uwek!'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-9058278653729065754</id><published>2009-12-14T19:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:22:55.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Bundle of Joy'/><title type='text'>I Like the Sebelum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415049501687014834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SyYe1OU15bI/AAAAAAAABFA/CG7XABJv41E/s320/Sebelum.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;SEBELUM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415049504578509762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SyYe1ZGOm8I/AAAAAAAABFI/kOolSFcCcAk/s320/semasa.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;SEMASA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415049512358553282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SyYe12FIpsI/AAAAAAAABFQ/Fr9NJLfbwXU/s320/selepas.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SELEPAS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415049517138414162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SyYe2H4vilI/AAAAAAAABFY/zva9KCYlI-I/s320/selepas+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Emmmm....... Nampak lain yek?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-9058278653729065754?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/9058278653729065754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=9058278653729065754&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/9058278653729065754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/9058278653729065754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-like-sebelum.html' title='I Like the Sebelum'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SyYe1OU15bI/AAAAAAAABFA/CG7XABJv41E/s72-c/Sebelum.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-395561957199964778</id><published>2009-11-24T18:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T09:14:15.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of Body Experience'/><title type='text'>My Out of Body Experience (OOBE) - Part 1: Was it a Dream?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wrote a little bit of my OOBE &lt;a href="http://www.mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/07/uber-amazing-blog.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days I keep thinking about what happened to me and to my dismay, I don’t remember much of these experiences anymore. Maybe because those happened too long time ago and I actually never re-visited the experiences verbally, mentally or physically – that’s why (maybe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I’m not mistaken, I was in Form 5 – early year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during examination week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly find myself in examination hall at school. It was quite dark but I can see tables arranged like they were prepared for exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alone, but I wasn’t scared at all. I immediately realized that I am in my dream. I went around the hall with the hope to find some exam papers. I don't know how, but I feel like that is the main reason I am at the examination hall. Maybe I can remember some questions. I found papers in one of the tables. I was confident the paper I was looking at is exam paper. I tried to read but I can’t. I felt like, I don’t know how to read. I don’t understand what is written on the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell light. Very light. I looked down and found myself floating about 1 foot above the floor. &lt;em&gt;"Wow! This is nice",&lt;/em&gt; I thought. I forgot about the exam papers and enjoy floating around. I danced away like I’m doing ice skating. I really enjoyed floating around the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my head feels heavy. In the dimmed light, I found myself in my bedroom. I can see my room furniture upside down and my vision blurry. Slowly my vision adjusted and became clearer. Furniture slowly placed at the correct angel. I struggled to move but I can’t. I don’t understand why I can’t move. I can’t even blink my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I struggled for few minutes, I managed to move my hands, my legs and the whole body and they were heavy. I felt weird and really tired. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now I keep wondering, was it a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt so real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-395561957199964778?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/395561957199964778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=395561957199964778&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/395561957199964778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/395561957199964778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-out-of-body-experience-oob-part-1.html' title='My Out of Body Experience (OOBE) - Part 1: Was it a Dream?'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-8556758662025711297</id><published>2009-11-19T13:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:02:36.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ada Penyibuk Di Sini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pot Pet'/><title type='text'>Biadap Kau eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dah memang betul, terbukti dan kau sendiri ter-confessed yang kau sedang mengganggu-gugat rumahtangga orang, lagi kau nak biadap kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s facts. People talking about facts. Terkena lak batang hidung kau. Nasiblah. Boleh lak warning orang lain &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;‘Ape salahnya? Lelaki boleh kahwin empat. You just go back and take care of your husband lah!’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hahahaha…. kau takut dengan bayang-bayang sendiri kan? Sebab tu kau lebih senang keluarkan statement biadap pada orang yang jauh lebih tua daripada kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umur kau berapa?&lt;br /&gt;Umur perempuan yang kau suruh jaga husband dia tu berapa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somemore, she wasn’t talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;She was just joking with &lt;s&gt;that asshole&lt;/s&gt; your boyfriend about having second and third wife. They both were laughing away, enjoying their conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perlu ke keluarkan statement biadap macam tu?&lt;br /&gt;Terkena batang hidung?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau bebalik berangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jantan tu sibuk merosak reputasi kau kat tempat kerja. Balik kerja kang, dia peluk dan cium his wife. While he is making passionate love to his wife, kau kat umah dok tengok ceiling, tenung cicak beromen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesian kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makhluk perosak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-8556758662025711297?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/8556758662025711297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=8556758662025711297&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/8556758662025711297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/8556758662025711297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/11/biadap-kau-eh.html' title='Biadap Kau eh?'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-2732667758544957015</id><published>2009-11-17T19:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:34:40.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misi 3 Kilo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jalan-Jalan'/><title type='text'>Timbang Pelsu &amp; DVD Pelsu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tak sepatutnya talk about diet, losing weight, food or anything like that this week, BUT, why not? This is my blog, I’ll write anything I want. You all menyampah? Ada aku kesah? Muhahahaha......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I am at 50kg. At least that is what my weighing scale tells me. But last week, I checked with a digital machine. You know.... the kind that can measure your height, weight, body mass, body fat, blood pressure, yada yada yada?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually at FIFTY bloody TWO kilograms. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;52.7kg&lt;/span&gt; to be exact!!!! Anytime can reach 53kg. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*pengsan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home timbang kat rumah. Yeah... still 50kg. Sah! Timbang ni rosak. Apa-apa lah labu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see these stats:&lt;br /&gt;1) Weight : 52.7 kg &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*nangis*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;2) Height : 162 cm &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*ooooo... baru ku tahu*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) BMI : 20.1 (ideal 19 to 25) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*ok, I guess*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4) Ideal Weight: 49 to 65 kg &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Yeah right!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Body Fat Index: 28.8% (ideal : 18 to 27%.) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Aiyoooo. Sudah terlebih 1.8%*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;6) Mass Body Fat : 15.2 kg (ideal : 9.5 to 14.2 kg) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sudah terlebih 1 kg daaaa*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik set objektif : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;‘Mesti hilang 3 kg sebelum hujung tahun ini’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Bukan nya : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Mesti capai berat 47kg sebelum hujung tahun ni – nak mampus?’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang ni masih ambil breakfast macam biasa. Macam biasa mungkin bermaksud, sebungkus nasi lemak RM1 atau 3 biji karipap sardine yang lazat atau 4 keping biskut marrie atau Nescafe Kacip Fatimah &amp;amp; collagen sajer &lt;em&gt;(in case tak sempat breakfast).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For lunch I am taking half of whatever amount I’m eating before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner cuma the ever-boring capati or tauhu bakar or milo kosong with 2in1 Quaker oat. At times whenever I feel not satisfied, I’ll eat dua sudu nasi from Che Man’s plate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada juga hari-harinya I aku agak terlebih. Misalnya minggu lepas aku buat kek batik untuk bawa ke majlis harijadi anak buah Che Man, ada balance kek yang masih cair, aku pulun beberapa sudu sambil menonton TV. Macam hari ni jugak, aku tak sempat pun nak lunch sebab boss tipu aku. Katanya dia nak sign check sikit je sebab nak cepat, tup-tup beribu-ribu lemon cheque yang dia sign. Memang le dia yang sign, tapi aku kena baca dan explain satu-satu untuk dia. Boleh plak dia take 10 tengah-tengah tu, pas tu sign balik. Sudahnya jam pun dah pukul 4.30ptg. Pukul 5 aku kebulur, terus turun deli, sebat 2 cheese breads. Jahanam diet aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku tau. Looking at the time left, effort aku patut jauh lebih baik daripada ni. But I know myself well. I have to start slow. Like.. really slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the momentum has increased now &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ceh wah).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I can’t no longer eat big lunch now. Tak boleh masuk. I am no longer feeling hungry at night walau cuma hadap milo kosong dengan 2in1 Quaker oat for dinner. I don’t feel terliur looking at cakes anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But this week, my efforts must be more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast – must reduce the portion. No more nasi lemak or mee goreng.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch – have cut into half portion, but need to reduce another 30%.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner – strictly no rice &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(okeh… mungkin sesudu from Che Man’s plate)&lt;/span&gt;. Just capati, capati, capati, capati or 2in1 oat in milo kosong.&lt;br /&gt;Exercise – must start. 20 sit-ups before I sleep and another 20 when I get up in the morning. I’ve tried this before and it works wonder I tell you. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Jangan cakap sajer Nomi*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Korang dah tengok 2012? (Eh… tetiba tukar topic). Tak pernah aku suh sesapa gi lah tengok cerita tu dan ini, but this time lain. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PERGI LAH TENGOK oiiii!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I made booking last week but unable to pay online. Manjang error je. Sudahnya aku terpaksa reserve dan seat pun tak cun. Niat hati tu cepat sikit sampai cinema so, boleh tukar seat. It was on Friday (I took annual leave) and there was a notice board that says…. &lt;strong&gt;2012 TODAY SOLD OUT!&lt;/strong&gt; Sold out on Friday afternoon? Anyway, managed to cut queue (sebab dah buat reservation); changed session and changed to couple seat terus. Berbaloi-baloi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must get the DVD pelsu soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-2732667758544957015?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/2732667758544957015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=2732667758544957015&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2732667758544957015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2732667758544957015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/11/timbang-pelsu-dvd-pelsu.html' title='Timbang Pelsu &amp; DVD Pelsu'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-2713487488510364782</id><published>2009-11-02T18:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:47:30.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misi 3 Kilo'/><title type='text'>Weekend Intake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bersedialah dengan review-review on what, when and where I ate. Because that is very important to me since I have a &lt;a href="http://www.mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/10/misi-3-kilo.html"&gt;mission&lt;/a&gt; to accomplish by end of this year (lagi 2 bulan je?). Then you’ll read how this and that are not good, bad and will lead to my failure of achieving my objectives, yada.. yada.. yada… because after what I ate &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(and the amount of whatever I’ve eaten)&lt;/span&gt; clearly show lack of discipline – my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I published my previous entry, I went out for dinner with Che Man. Since it was at mamak, I ordered my usual capati. This time around, instead of the tarik, I ordered milo kosong. Good kan? But then Che Man could not finish his maggi goreng and I ate the balance. Dah tinggal sesudu dua, baru insaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day worked for half day. Had lunch at one of the hotel outlets the usual lunch patners. How can I say no to nice halal bento? You tell me. Licin. Suddenly ex-GM came for visit and sat with us and somebody ordered superlious opera cake. Rasa 3 sudu gitu and had to say &lt;em&gt;“Nescafe tarik satu ye dik…..” &lt;/em&gt;to the waitress. Tak best makan cake without a cup of hot &amp;amp; creamy coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399808733326231282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/Su_5bvz2RvI/AAAAAAAABEo/3j2CtuRUykU/s320/DSC01382.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yummy Bento&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to visit a friend &lt;em&gt;(who recently got baby girl &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;*lambai Yadi*&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; in the afternoon. They served us cakes. What happened when you serve cake to hantu cake. Ok. I think you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik kampung after that. My elder sister hosted a birthday party for her daughter. Nasi lemak you all……! Lengkap dengan sambal udang petai, ayam goreng berempah, kangkung rebus, telur rebus dan tah apa-apa lagi. There were cakes, pudding, kuih bakar, popiah goreng, carbonated drinks and so much more. Aku pegang pinggan and said &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“I’ll start diet tomorrow lah”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, baca doa makan and eat and eat and eat sampai rasa dah takleh masuk baru berhenti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399808742618382754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/Su_5cSbRQaI/AAAAAAAABE4/IY7sGnP-cvo/s320/DSC01385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jumpa cup cakes dalam peti ais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399808741052163778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/Su_5cMl2psI/AAAAAAAABEw/WLW3XNavj20/s320/DSC01384.JPG" /&gt;Hantu Kek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day breakfast with nasi lemak lebih semalam yang masih sedap dan menawan. Tak lupa juga nasi campur for lunch and nasi goreng + ayam golek for dinner. There… my weekend was full of eating sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, ate 3 donut bersambal and keaw teow goreng for lunch (plus ayam goreng with lemon sauce). When I talk about food (or typing stories involving them), I develop the urge to eat, so I am munching kuih raya now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight baru boleh start proper diet. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nota ujung-ujung:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will not achieve my objectives without proper action plan. Gotta to draft somekind of action plan. Now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-2713487488510364782?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/2713487488510364782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=2713487488510364782&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2713487488510364782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2713487488510364782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend-intake.html' title='Weekend Intake'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/Su_5bvz2RvI/AAAAAAAABEo/3j2CtuRUykU/s72-c/DSC01382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-6652284220155592517</id><published>2009-10-30T18:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:00:19.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misi 3 Kilo'/><title type='text'>Misi 3 Kilo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At current, aku adalah seberat 50kg to 51kg – depending on which weighing scale I use. The office one is usually shows 51kg. Rosak agaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before I got pregnant, I was at 45kg. Itu cerita 2 tahun 8 bulan yang lalu. The heaviest during my prime (prime in terms of body weight – shallow-minded? I know…) time was around 48kg. Let’s not talk about my school days coz tak pernah timbang. Maybe more than that lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bersalin, I was at 60kg. Habis berpantang; 55kg. After 3 - 4 months working; 50kg. Maybe tak leh guna perkataan &lt;em&gt;‘was’&lt;/em&gt; sebab aku masih lagi 50kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sama ada takde perubahan lansung atau weighing scale tu rosak, the jarum is forever showing 50kg whenever aku timbang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tau, selain daripada hal berat badan, banyak benda lain yang lebih penting dalam dunia ni aku patut risaukan, tapi tak tau kenapa this extra 5kg mengusutkan kepala aku selalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point I was in denial sampaikan baju dulu-dulu masih aku letak dalam almari. Che Man complained yang almari tu dah tak muat nak sumbat baju dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu malam tu, salah satu papan pembahagi dalam almari tu runtuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che Man kena betul kan. Dia kuarkan hampir kesemua baju-baju dalam almari tu. I had no choice but to sort those bajus again. Aku rasa sedih but I see no point of keeping my ‘S’ sized blouses, shirts &amp;amp; t-shirts anymore. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Tapi jeans Levi’s kena simpan la).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu aku simpan baju-baju &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;'yang dah kecik'&lt;/span&gt; tu dalam almari kot-kot nanti dah kurus boleh pakai balik. Baju baru pun aku tak beli banyak, sanggup aku pakai baju kurung je ke tempat kerja sampai kena label &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;‘Nomi-the-underdressed assistant’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; dgn kekawan. Okeh. Yang pakai baju kurung ke tempat kerja jangan marah aku dulu. Bukan salah pakai baju kurung je, but I was not like that. I used to wear fashion-fashion opis wear dulu. So, perubahan itu tersangatlah drastic di mata kekawan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, setelah aku pikir-pikirkan baju saiz M pun padat, lebih baik aku realistic. I’ve started to make new purchases on office cloths and friends give good feedbacks on my so-called positive changes. They say I look younger with office blouses and shirts rather than in my baggy baju kurungs. Walau belum banyak lagi (due to budget constraint), but I am going towards that direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway… that does not mean I don’t want to loose weight. I think, I’ll do better in my mission (eh ceh… mission pulak!) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IF I MAKE IT PUBLIC! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So….there you go people….. I would like to announce that :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AKU DALAM MISI MENGURANGKAN BERAT BADAN, SEBANYAK SEKURANG-KURANG NYA 3 KG, SEBELUM TAHUN 2009 TAMAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang sebab dah bagitau kat korang, nak taknak, kena buat jugak. Padan muka aku!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398341586326805922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SurDEjU6XaI/AAAAAAAABEg/X5_rNIYsFWU/s400/peace.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saya yang paling BESAR ....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-6652284220155592517?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/6652284220155592517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=6652284220155592517&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/6652284220155592517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/6652284220155592517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/10/misi-3-kilo.html' title='Misi 3 Kilo'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SurDEjU6XaI/AAAAAAAABEg/X5_rNIYsFWU/s72-c/peace.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-4864558925984124515</id><published>2009-10-12T18:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:31:28.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>Eid 2009</title><content type='html'>Raya dah nak abih rupanya. Barulah aku terhegeh-hegeh nak buat raya entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidilfitri tahun ni, first day kat Shah Alam - rumah MIL. Lepas zuhur, ke Melaka - Kampung MIL. Beraya kat rumah sedara mara belah MIL kat Melaka, lepak satu malam, balik Nilai. Yang lain-lain berangkat ke destinasi masing-masing lepas beraya kat kampung aku, Che Man and I tinggal di Nilai sampai hujung minggu tu. Pastu kerja hari Sabtu, balik Nilai, kerja balik hari Isnin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita raya pun dah tak berapa nak ingat, jadi aku upload gambar saja untuk kenang-kenangan di hari tua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aci?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391668823752244594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMOOppM_XI/AAAAAAAABEA/OEE8LoQqOfo/s400/green+packets.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seminggu lagi nak Raya aku kelam-kabut carik sampul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;duit raya. Tanya sana sini asyik takda. Kumpul sikit-sikit, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;terlebih-lebih pulak! Talking about me being kiasu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drama lebih aku ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMOOF7s9vI/AAAAAAAABD4/BK_LrfRMv9A/s1600-h/Bags.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391668814166161138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMOOF7s9vI/AAAAAAAABD4/BK_LrfRMv9A/s400/Bags.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hate packing bags. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tapi raya punya pasal, nak tak nak, kena juga kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 bag for me, 1 bag for Che Man, 1 bakul for Aiman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pampers satu pack, bakul susu, handbag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beg biru untuk segala toiletries, songkok, chargers, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMONuBUsEI/AAAAAAAABDw/n8gJsGHwg98/s1600-h/Whole+Family+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391668807747285058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMONuBUsEI/AAAAAAAABDw/n8gJsGHwg98/s400/Whole+Family+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pagi raya pertama at MIL's in Shah Alam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Habis semua color baju raya tengelam jadi kuning&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;dek lampu rumah MIL. Ingat nak snap sekali lagi &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;kat luar rumah, tapi terlupa lak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMNozrmesI/AAAAAAAABDo/w5magn24VLs/s1600-h/Us+2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391668173611629250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMNozrmesI/AAAAAAAABDo/w5magn24VLs/s400/Us+2009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Geram betul dengan Aiman masa ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Susah benar dia nak disuruh bergambar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taknak pandang camera, taknak duduk bawah, taknak pakai kopiah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cengginilah jadinya gambar raya kami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Herot je....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMNonpVD_I/AAAAAAAABDg/WF2jZY--aQ8/s1600-h/Tepi+sungai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391668170380873714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMNonpVD_I/AAAAAAAABDg/WF2jZY--aQ8/s400/Tepi+sungai.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Raya ke-2 kat Melaka.&lt;div align="center"&gt;Motif ambik gambar kat sungai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMNoAFUr1I/AAAAAAAABDY/5OXnrUi0n88/s1600-h/I+found+ball.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391668159760871250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMNoAFUr1I/AAAAAAAABDY/5OXnrUi0n88/s400/I+found+ball.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Ibu.... Aiman found a ball"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMNn9ZjC3I/AAAAAAAABDQ/8UrKfOW0GmQ/s1600-h/Throw+the+ball.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391668159040392050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMNn9ZjC3I/AAAAAAAABDQ/8UrKfOW0GmQ/s400/Throw+the+ball.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Throw the ball....."&lt;br /&gt;(Nasib baik kelapa tu tak jatuh atas kepala)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMNnUFMDFI/AAAAAAAABDI/7meNz3oGyYg/s1600-h/Tingkap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391668147949145170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMNnUFMDFI/AAAAAAAABDI/7meNz3oGyYg/s400/Tingkap.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ni satu lagi gambar yang motifnya tak dapat dipastikan.&lt;br /&gt;Che Man suh kita orang posing kat tingkap,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kita ikut je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMMidFKJ_I/AAAAAAAABDA/xmSnE2VZMoo/s1600-h/Kampung+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391666964953966578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMMidFKJ_I/AAAAAAAABDA/xmSnE2VZMoo/s400/Kampung+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dengan ipar, biras, nieces &amp;amp; nephews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMMhid6xrI/AAAAAAAABC4/-YGC7WrSpfo/s1600-h/Kampung+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391666949220124338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMMhid6xrI/AAAAAAAABC4/-YGC7WrSpfo/s400/Kampung+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Motif kau berpelukan kat belakang tu? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masa ni Aiman takde. Dia tengah sibuk sepak kelapa -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sambil terjerit-jerit :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Kick the ball, kick the ball"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMMhaEK2BI/AAAAAAAABCw/mqJ6VAMNIA8/s1600-h/Uwe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391666946964641810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMMhaEK2BI/AAAAAAAABCw/mqJ6VAMNIA8/s400/Uwe.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kat rumah nenek belah abah raya ke berapa tah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nenek je ada. Pak Long &amp;amp; Mak Long takde kat rumah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sendiri buat teh tarik, sendiri ambik makanan -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;buat cam umah sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMMg_tcdGI/AAAAAAAABCo/12K2EViUfk0/s1600-h/Pondok.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391666939890005090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMMg_tcdGI/AAAAAAAABCo/12K2EViUfk0/s400/Pondok.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kat Nilai during our last day of Hari Raya leave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rasanya, takde gambar kami berbaju raya dalam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rumah pun this year. Semua pakat pakai tracksuit &amp;amp; kain batik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMMgdlFW1I/AAAAAAAABCg/Jjgx9MLQuIA/s1600-h/Pondok+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391666930728131410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMMgdlFW1I/AAAAAAAABCg/Jjgx9MLQuIA/s400/Pondok+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5469264186218869562-4864558925984124515?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/4864558925984124515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=4864558925984124515&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/4864558925984124515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/4864558925984124515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/10/eid-2009.html' title='Eid 2009'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/StMOOppM_XI/AAAAAAAABEA/OEE8LoQqOfo/s72-c/green+packets.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-8581321933883073021</id><published>2009-10-05T13:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:13:37.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>Aku tak buat open house tahun ni. Tapi... sesapa nak ziarah, datang je lah. Bagitau dulu, nanti aku goreng kan mee (sajer).</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Itu adalah jawapan standard untuk soalan berbunyi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Kau tak buat open house ke tahun ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nomi?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388994749789367778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SsmOLD2j7eI/AAAAAAAABBw/4xuMVAg4mTs/s400/tengah+jalan.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Jap aa... saya cuma nak cakap :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ibu saya malas nak ber-open house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Takut nanti saya terlebih duit raya"&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Sekian-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-8581321933883073021?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/8581321933883073021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=8581321933883073021&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/8581321933883073021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/8581321933883073021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/10/aku-tak-buat-open-house-tahun-ni-tapi.html' title='Aku tak buat open house tahun ni. Tapi... sesapa nak ziarah, datang je lah. Bagitau dulu, nanti aku goreng kan mee (sajer).'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SsmOLD2j7eI/AAAAAAAABBw/4xuMVAg4mTs/s72-c/tengah+jalan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-7641027576765217292</id><published>2009-10-02T13:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T13:32:47.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Offer'/><title type='text'>Siapa Cepat Dia Dapat! (updated- sticky mode)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Sticky Mode until end of this week. New entry kat bawah ni. TQ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;I have some genuine &lt;strong&gt;Este.e Laude.r Blockbuste.r Color Colection 2009&lt;/strong&gt; worth &lt;strong&gt;RM1,850.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For limited time &amp;amp; supplies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; would like to offer each set for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RM350 only&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The set consists of :&lt;br /&gt;- 4 lipsticks&lt;br /&gt;- 4 brushes&lt;br /&gt;- 100 ml make-up remover&lt;br /&gt;- 3-shade Deluxe Blusher Compact&lt;br /&gt;- 15-shade Deluxe Eye Shadow Palette&lt;br /&gt;- 3 pencil eye liners&lt;br /&gt;- 2 mascaras&lt;br /&gt;- 1 gold stand up mirror&lt;br /&gt;- 1 make-up pouch&lt;br /&gt;- 1 make-up bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For payment &amp;amp; pick-up arrangement, please &lt;strong&gt;CONTACT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:nomee154@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nomee154@yahoo.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or sms me at &lt;strong&gt;019-2658811&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quality of pictures are not so good, but the products are WOW! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382628896339126018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SrLwdnwL5wI/AAAAAAAABAk/byQ0gdTQ8yk/s320/Top+View.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382628179944289154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SrLvz6-WM4I/AAAAAAAABAc/h_GLgYl04cg/s320/Lipstick.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382627704383380274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SrLvYPXymzI/AAAAAAAABAM/0rBtdpTv2hY/s320/eye+shadow.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382627019420346786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SrLuwXr4KaI/AAAAAAAABAE/6fmTbw0HJqA/s320/blusher.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really Nice Color&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381944272840678866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SrCBzSed3dI/AAAAAAAAA_M/ZhlNqvx5FLk/s320/EL+Inside.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Whole Set &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382630637633757106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SrLyC-lLX7I/AAAAAAAABAs/_gMdbmDpgdg/s320/EL+Bag+Size.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just to show the size of the bag &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not the &lt;s&gt;size of the&lt;/s&gt; Lady. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Padan muka Nino&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381944253347828146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SrCByJ3AkbI/AAAAAAAAA-0/zotu2zdZIN8/s320/EL+Casing.JPG" /&gt; All items will be packed into a box&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382626512037098658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SrLuS1iSNKI/AAAAAAAAA_s/IHCia5wx9xk/s320/Red+box.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Box&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382633855782973298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SrL0-THvb3I/AAAAAAAABA0/3SO5P3gw-9E/s320/brand.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Original&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-7641027576765217292?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/7641027576765217292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=7641027576765217292&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/7641027576765217292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/7641027576765217292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/09/siapa-cepat-dia-dapat.html' title='Siapa Cepat Dia Dapat! (updated- sticky mode)'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SrLwdnwL5wI/AAAAAAAABAk/byQ0gdTQ8yk/s72-c/Top+View.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-2880637121074372845</id><published>2009-09-26T13:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:13:06.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ada Penyibuk Di Sini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pot Pet'/><title type='text'>Moralnya Di Sini</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah seminggu raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patut la badan rasa 2 kg lebih berat, dagu berlapis, pipi pun rasa berat. Serius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua orang pun sibuk nak bercerita pasal raya lepas ni. Aku akan juga. Tapi minggu depan gamaknya. Takda mood. Masuk hari ni, dah seminggu aku sakit kepala. Walau tak heavy, tapi sentiasa ada. Rimas betul lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah start kerja hari ni. Setengah hari, Che Man kerja full day. Aiman masih tinggal kat Nilai dengn atuk, uwa dan mak su dia. Nenek Shah Alam dia tak habis raya kat kedah lagi. Risau jugak aku ni sebab dia dah start demam malam tadi. Kalau Che Man dapat kerja half day hari ni, balik kang oleh bawa dia gi Klinik. Aku pun kena check jugak ni, naper sampai seminggu sakit kepala macam ni. Muak dah makan panadol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat tak best kena kerja balik lepas seminggu-tak-ingat-opis. Tapi ok pulak rasanya. Rindu dekat rutin pejabat. Agaknya memang aku dasar suka pada rutin. Dah memang sah aku pompuan yang memboringkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi terserempak dengan kawan kerja aku yang sorang tu. Tetiba aku rasa semacam. Hairan gak aku dengan perasan aku tu. Oh! baru aku teringat. Beberapa hari sebelum raya, aku ada terempak dengan husband dia dengan sorang perempuan. Husband dia ni tak kenal aku, tapi aku cam muka dia sebab boleh katakan hari-hari aku nampak dia hantar &amp;amp; ambik wife dia kat tempat kerja. Selamba badak je husband dia bercerita dengan kawan dia (depan aku) yang perempuan dengan dia tu 2nd wife dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tau kawan aku sorang ni dah pun disuruh dek husband balik ke kampung dengan anak-anak beberapa hari awal sebelum raya. Alasan nya, dia akan balik malam raya sebab dia kena kerja sampai petang raya tu. %.U.N.@.E.K la woi! Kerja opis gomen cam kau, pehal kena kerja hari sabtu sampai petang raya? Rerupanya nak bersoping-soping ngan bini muda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesian kawan aku tu tak tau pun. Naper la perempuan baik macam dia kena tipu juga dek laki yang bajet jujur, setia and loving tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MORAL CERITA INI:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1) Kenali lah rakan-rakan suami / isteri anda.&lt;br /&gt;2) Kalau nak bercerita hal sensitip, pilih lah tempat. Bukan di kedai gambar komplek PKNS.&lt;br /&gt;3) Pulang lah beraya ke kampung bersama-sama suami atau isteri anda. Toksah ngarut balik awal dan sebagainya.&lt;br /&gt;4) Ketahui lah dengan jelas nature of job suami / isteri anda.&lt;br /&gt;5) Kalau dah kahwin lagi satu tu, berterus-teranglah dengan isteri tua anda. Maka tidak lah isteri muda anda melopong, tidak mendapat giliran beraya dengan anda. Ada laki pun, macam takde.&lt;br /&gt;6) Kalau anda dah tau suami anda dah berkahwin lagi satu, jangan bagitau dia yang anda dah tau. Nanti dia siap buat jadual giliran pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anda mampu mengubahnya! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ye ke?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-2880637121074372845?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/2880637121074372845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=2880637121074372845&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2880637121074372845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2880637121074372845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/09/moralnya-di-sini.html' title='Moralnya Di Sini'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-5752202505392183000</id><published>2009-09-14T17:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:15:49.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadhan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good News'/><title type='text'>Nak bagi Diskaun ni... Meh Datang Copek!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PENGUMUMAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Grand BlueWave Hotel Shah Alam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is offering 50% discount on Buffet Ramadhan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the last 7 days of Ramadhan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Normal price is RM85++ !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sooooo.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RM48.88 for an adult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RM28.75 for senior citizens aged 55 and above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and for children aged 6-11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FOC for children below 5 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For each RM1,000 you spend in a single receipt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enjoy one free night's stay in a Deluxe Room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with breakfast for 2 persons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(free-stay voucher with my signature on it... sempattt lagi tuh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Call 03-55118811 to make your reservation.&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/5469264186218869562-5752202505392183000?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/5752202505392183000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=5752202505392183000&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/5752202505392183000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/5752202505392183000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/09/nak-bagi-diskaun-ni-meh-datang-copek.html' title='Nak bagi Diskaun ni... Meh Datang Copek!'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-5799779574503963323</id><published>2009-09-04T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:05:59.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pot Pet'/><title type='text'>Semangat Jiran 1 Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last week, I received a call from one of my neighbors. After a little confusion of who she really is and how she got my number, finally we managed a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kakak  : Rumah Nomi ada orang ke?&lt;br /&gt;Aku      : Takde lah. Naper kak?&lt;br /&gt;Kakak  : Pintu rumah terbukak lah. Baik Nomi balik cepat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoi la…… Tak kan sekali lagi kena masuk pencuri kot? Terbayang-bayang apakah barang-barang yang bakal dirembat kali ni serta keadaan rumah yang akan disepah-sepahkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the midst of preparing urgent paper for my boss and had no car to go home. I quickly dialled Che Man’s hp. No answer. I called his office &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(never called his office before)&lt;/span&gt; and his officemate said &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Dia dah pergi sembahyang Jumaat”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No choice. I sent him sms &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Jiran kata pintu rumah kita terbuka. Pls check”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I called the Kakak &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(not sure of her name).&lt;/span&gt; I told her that I had no car to go home immediately and Che Man kat Masjid. I asked her whether she can help to see from outside of the house - at least. To see if there is any movement, activity, house condition, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 minutes she called again. From this Kakak story, I summarized:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Malay kakak together with our Indian auntie neighbor and my next door Chinese auntie neighbor, berbekalkan semangat 1 Malaysia bergegas ke rumah aku. Sambil sorang satu memegang payung, mana tau boleh guna sebagai alat mempertahankan diri. Upon seeing that the gate was locked, they climbed the concrete fence. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Macam mana 3 aunties panjat pagar tu… I can’t imagine).&lt;/span&gt; When they reached at the door, they saw our house keys tersangkut kat situ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went inside anyway and saw the house was still in order &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(lebih kurang la).&lt;/span&gt; Takde tanda kena burglarize pun. The fan at living room was still running, the car porch light lighted. All of them later agreed to a same conclusion - &lt;strong&gt;the house owner telah terlupa mengunci pintu rumah sebelum berambus ke tempat kerja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh… so kesian they all had to climb the concrete fence (agak tinggi ooo..), dengan jantung dub dab dub dap. Nasib baik takde yang kena heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belum lagi hantar food ke rumah-rumah mereka sebagai tanda terima kasih. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maluuuuuu….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-5799779574503963323?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/5799779574503963323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=5799779574503963323&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/5799779574503963323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/5799779574503963323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/09/semangat-jiran-1-malaysia.html' title='Semangat Jiran 1 Malaysia'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-6257459557064647154</id><published>2009-08-21T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:19:19.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadhan'/><title type='text'>Nak Minta Maap Ni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esok NAFAS jadi TASBIH,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esok TIDUR jadi IBADAH,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esok DOA-DOA ini di IJABAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tapi... Itu semua tidak akan terjadi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tanpa MAAF tulus dari naluri hati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Untuk itu, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;izinkan tangan bertangkup memohon MAAF,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;untuk lisan yang terlanjur,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;untuk janji yang terabai,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hati yang berprasangka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dan semua sikap yang menyakitkan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andai semua HARTA itu RACUN,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maka ZAKAT penawarnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jika seumur hidup adalah DOSA,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maka TAKWA dan TAUBAT penghapusnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jika seluruh bulan adalah NODA,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maka RAMADHAN adalah pemutihnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Salam Ramadhan Al-Mubarak &amp;amp; selamat menunaikan ibadah puasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Semoga diberkati, dirahmati &amp;amp; diredhai Allah SWT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dan diampunkan segala dosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;* I love you all very the strongggggg! * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-6257459557064647154?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/6257459557064647154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=6257459557064647154&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/6257459557064647154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/6257459557064647154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/08/nak-minta-maap-ni.html' title='Nak Minta Maap Ni'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-5420164664322882201</id><published>2009-07-17T10:36:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:34:37.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddy System'/><title type='text'>Award for Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yw2aSKxph-0/Sj0mis_WjdI/AAAAAAAABBM/aRYPnEeal4w/S150/Uber+Award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yw2aSKxph-0/Sj0mis_WjdI/AAAAAAAABBM/aRYPnEeal4w/S150/Uber+Award.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Received this award from my dear friend; &lt;a href="http://femalescorpio.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt; in June. Seperti biasa setelah kepam, baru sekarang dapat di-publishkan di sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is what Amy wrote about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nomee : PPP friend. Bleh tahan kelakar entry-entry dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sedikit pelik aku rasa di sini. Tak pernah rasanya membuat kelakar dalam blog. Membuat lawak &lt;s&gt;bodoh&lt;/s&gt; di depan boss, memang biasa. Tapi takpe. Aku anggap yang Amy ni sebenarnya mempunya good sense of humor. Jadi mudah dia nampak kekelakaran aku yang tersirat ni ---&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ayat taknak kalah&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are the rules set that I copy paste from Amy’s blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;# Write five (5) interesting facts about the person who gave you this award. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;# Jot down ten (10) interesting facts about yourself or your hobbies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;# Pick your ten (10) most deserving recipients and describe them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;# Leave a comment on the recipients' blog to tell them they've been tagged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;# Paste the award badge in your sidebar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 interesting facts about Amy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) Muka dia tampak garang. Pandangannya tajam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2) Suara dia lembut and low volume. Sangat tak sesuai dengan fact no. 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3) During my years in PPP aku sedikit was-was nak geng dengan dia. Ye la…budak bijak, anak orang kaya pulak&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(my own assumption at that time, sebab dia geng bebudak pandai &amp;amp; bawak keta gi class)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But, she actually tak pilih bulu bila berkawan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4) The time I remember most, long time ago, when I felt so down after broke up with this one ass-hole. We talked about it a little during computer class or something. I thought that was it, but later I received long e-mail from her encouraged me to be strong. We exchanged few e-mails and I felt better after reading each e-mail from her. Her concerns were genuine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Dia nangis masa dapat tau tak fly dulu….. hahahahaha (who didn’t ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://ngerumpi.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/menangis.jpg?w=272&amp;amp;h=300" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waaaaaa... apa pulak tak kasi fly?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Orang dah kaler rambut blonde dahhh! Waaaaa....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 interesting facts about myself or hobbies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One problem here - there is nothing interesting about me. However, after I did some thinking; I came up with these not-so-interesting facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) I can’t sing in front of other people. Suara aku sangat sedap sebenarnya, tapi memang takleh nyanyi depan orang lain except in front of Che Man and Aiman. So bila ada proposal pasal gi karaoke, aku lah yang paling awal surrender. No way baby! On my wedding day, my uncle called me &amp;amp; Che Man untuk berduet. Sudahnya Che Man nyanyi sorang-sorang. Aku pegang mic sambil garu-garu kepala je. Sampai ke sudah. Bengang uncle aku. Hehehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Aku tak suka minum plain water. Plain water buat tekak aku loya. But lately, I force myself to drink plain water. Coffee memang tak pernah tolak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I did my major in Marketing. But I hate to do marketing-related stuffs especially meeting people. Aku sebenarnay pemalu. So tak sesuai lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359260179947601154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/Sl_qvTSsPQI/AAAAAAAAA-k/3nNxuGFkmLE/s320/Marketing+-+ADP3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eh korang...! Are you all in Marketing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I used to love exercising, hiking and camping. I miss camping, but so lazy to exercise what more hiking. Tak hairan lah ukuran lilit makin bertambah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359260187568969106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/Sl_qvvrxFZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/5z5OYWP7cd4/s320/Tahan+1997.jpg" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Puncak Tahan, 1997 (kalau tak salah laaa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5) I am very sensitive person. But I don’t cry easily in front of people. Tapi, cuba baca buku, e-mail, blog entry or just thinking about something sad&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt; (eventhough cuma imiginasi)&lt;/span&gt; – alone, I’ll cry buckets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6) I’m afraid of open water. When I was very young, my scariest dreams were dreams that involved open water like sungai, banjir, laut, tasik, etc. Bangun tido siap nangis lagi ;))).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I can’t swim. I think it has something to do with fact no. 6. A friend &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;*lambai kat Hire!*&lt;/span&gt; once tried to teach me when we went camping in empangan Semenyih. Failed. Sorry dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Unrelated fact: Sekarang empangan semenyih dah berpagar. Takleh masuk dah). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I never perm or color my hair. Dari dulu sampai sekarang, Cuma panjang pendek saja bezanya. People say I have boring hair style. Lantak ah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I am very forgetful or rather have short memory. This irritates the hell out of me. It makes me &lt;a href="http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/05/ingatan-tergelincir.html"&gt;like a dungu &lt;/a&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I used to have this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Out-of-body_experience"&gt;out-of-body experience (OOBE)&lt;/a&gt; .It started with my wish of wanting to have special power. It was very weird. It started when I was in Form 5 and lasted till I was in first year in PPP. Memula beberapa bulan sekali, makin lama makin kronik sampaikan beberapa kali sehari. I thought I was crazy. My friend thought I was scary &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(I told one of my friends that I saw him minum arak during me terbang-terbang at nite. I described the place. He felt off the chair and run out of the class. He believes in all my stories ever since)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; When I was in PPP I started to search for the answer. I even had a session with a psychology professor &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Dr. Menon ke nama dia? Tak ingat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The more I know, the less frequent it happened. It has stopped now. I don’t want it to happen again. This always reminds me to be careful of what I wish for. I don’t wish to have special power anymore. I want to be normal. Maybe I blog about it one day huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beyondreligion.com/su_personal/OBE-sageobe.htm"&gt;(Read this one also eh...)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 most deserving recipients and describe them:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10 orang? Uuuiii ramainya. Yang baca blog ni pun tak sampai 10 orang agaknya. Tapi yang namanya tertera, aku describe sikit-sikit je yek. Silalah jgn malu-malu buat tag ni – kalau belum buat lagi la. : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://bondaaidid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maya&lt;/a&gt; – A tough lady. Tahu la serba sedikit sejarahnya. Alhamdullillah, nampaknya dia sangat berbahagia sekarang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.mysocalledlife-azwanihassan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wani&lt;/a&gt; – One of my closest friends. I’ve described her in &lt;a href="http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-buddy.html"&gt;one of my earliest entries&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://momma-mia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Momamia&lt;/a&gt; – Suka betul baca blog dia ni. Sangat selamba entry nya. Rasa-rasanya dia ni mesti kelakar orangnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://ratujamu.blogspot.com/"&gt;NiN &lt;/a&gt;– Dah lama tak update blog dia ni. Tag ini boleh la jadi alasan untuk dia update blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://azrulkronikel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Azrul&lt;/a&gt; – Kami sama-sama di PPP. Tapi masa tu tak kenal sangat. Dah berblogging i baru ada tegur menegur dalam comment box. He is very sincere in his entries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;a href="http://hatgmanu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nadiah&lt;/a&gt; – She is my 13-year old niece. Berfikiran matang. I am proud of you dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;a href="http://ngantukselalu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kay&lt;/a&gt; – I like the way she writes. She has this skill of summarizing many stories in one entry and still very interesting to read. Skill yang tu aku tarak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;8) &lt;a href="http://aishiza.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aishah&lt;/a&gt; – We communicate more now through blogging. Kat PPP dulu tak banyak pulak communication. Very lady-like and down-to-earth lady. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;9) &lt;a href="http://ourlovelybalqis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Konot&lt;/a&gt; – Konot sempoi. Kenal kat PPP jugak. Macam Aishah, baru sekaraang Konot &amp;amp; I ‘talk’ more. Seronok baca blog dia yang sangat ‘hidup’. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;10) &lt;a href="http://comatosewithbraindamage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Diana &lt;/a&gt;– I do not know her personally. Tapi aku nasihatkan korang baca blog dia. Pi la baca. Tunggu apa lagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you for the award, Amy. Love you… muah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-5420164664322882201?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/5420164664322882201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=5420164664322882201&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/5420164664322882201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/5420164664322882201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/07/uber-amazing-blog.html' title='Award for Blog'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yw2aSKxph-0/Sj0mis_WjdI/AAAAAAAABBM/aRYPnEeal4w/s72-c/Uber+Award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-6542308866131226122</id><published>2009-07-13T18:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:14:31.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good News'/><title type='text'>Car Seat Aiman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dah beberapa bulan aku ngan Che Man rancang nak belikan si Aiman car seat yang baru. Yang ada tu dah kecik untuk dia. Sian pulak tengok dia terkepit dalam car seat dia. Tapi good car seat expensive oooo. Check purse tengok… ok….. tangguh lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bila &lt;a href="http://puancokolat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pn. Coklat &lt;/a&gt;nak jual car seat si comel Afif, aku e-mail blog entry kat Che Man. Dapat green light terus contact Coklat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logistik was a bit problem at first. Timing tak berapa kena. Aku suh Che Man je jumpa dia orang, tapi laki aku ni penyegan (iyooo lah!). Last-last Cok &amp;amp; Yeop drove to Shah Alam tunggu depan opis aku. Alahai… kena pulak datang dari jauh. Tapi takpe kan Cok, at least leh le jejalan kat Shah Alam hujung minggu sambil buat customer service… lalalalala &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357898397621896946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SlsUNIzjRvI/AAAAAAAAA-U/dSlynZ4nFOs/s320/DSC01101.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hantar message guna telepati power malam tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maka baju sama keler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dah jumpa blogger tersohor cam Cok, kena la ambik gambar kan? Genit je rupanya si Cok ni. Afif pun ada, tapi budak bertuah ni pemalu. Yeop pun ada. Cok… laki kau tak photogenik…. Dia lebih enchem in real life la… &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* lariksssssssss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ok.. ok..datang balik…. Sebab citer belum habis lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the car seat. Aiman pun excited. Warna nya sangat sesuai dengan kusyen aku yang kelabu &lt;s&gt;tahi anjing&lt;/s&gt; and exterior keta aku yang merah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipar aku tanya :&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; “Elok sangat lagi conditionnya. Naper tak disimpan untuk anak-anak yang akan datang ?”&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Tu kakak ipar aku tanya okey….. bukan aku. Sumpah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik kampung Che Man kuarkan sebab nak adjust. Adik aku tetiba cakap &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Kusi baru ke?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aku jawab la second hand. Baru beli tadi. Pastu dia cakap&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; “Macam car seat yang Pn. Coklat nak jual tu !" ------&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adik aku pun baca blog kau rupanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kannnn….. aku dah cakappppppp. Kau memang blogger tersohor Coklat. Betuah Yeop - &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;tetiba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357898405162786610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SlsUNk5cHzI/AAAAAAAAA-c/YNMoZd3bC4g/s320/DSC01103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Amacam Afif? Nyesal ke jual?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-6542308866131226122?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/6542308866131226122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=6542308866131226122&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/6542308866131226122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/6542308866131226122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/07/car-seat-aiman.html' title='Car Seat Aiman'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SlsUNIzjRvI/AAAAAAAAA-U/dSlynZ4nFOs/s72-c/DSC01101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-4160406816408630535</id><published>2009-07-06T14:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:20:55.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Moga ada Hikmah</title><content type='html'>It started with a problem that leads to many other problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was supposed to be a discussion to sort those problems – if not to solve them.&lt;br /&gt;But some people refused to discuss – they are beyond that stage.&lt;br /&gt;The failed discussion leads to arguments – ugly ones.&lt;br /&gt;Arguments built tension – became more intense as hours passed.&lt;br /&gt;Tension created eruption – rarely seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were people scolding, shouting, pushing and punching.&lt;br /&gt;There were knifes.&lt;br /&gt;There were policemen.&lt;br /&gt;There were people crying.&lt;br /&gt;There were neighbours looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end&lt;br /&gt;A father disowned his only son.&lt;br /&gt;A mother’s heart broke into million pieces.&lt;br /&gt;A daughter hoping for ‘hikmah’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a terrible weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-4160406816408630535?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/4160406816408630535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=4160406816408630535&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/4160406816408630535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/4160406816408630535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/07/moga-ada-hikmah.html' title='Moga ada Hikmah'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-7320501891327486778</id><published>2009-06-26T13:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:37:57.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pot Pet'/><title type='text'>Padan Muko Den</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Den kono &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urinary_tract_infection"&gt;UTI&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padan muko den. Sari sobolum tu den poso. Takdo la minum na air do. Peh tu malam minum 2 cawan kupi, 1 cawan air putih (nak minum ubek nyor pasal). Sahur pagi sok tu 2 cawan teh-O. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next day poie kojo kono pakai baju customer service jonih kono masuk dalam suar. Maleh la nak poie koncing. Leceh. Poie sekali jo la. Peh tu tahan sampai malam kul 9.30mlm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padan muko den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo la. Boto dah tu apo korang cakap kat FB. Den pun minum barli and jus cranberry. Sok eh kurang sakit, tapi totap ado slight discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den poie jumpo doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antibiotik, takpo. Ubek laweh koncing pun den tolan yo (uuuu mang aiiii! Ghaso eh bapak la tak sodap). Tapi yang payah na ni, bilo tuan doctor cakap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“You know the 1.5-liter-bottled water? You have to drink 4 bottles, for few days…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*mataku terbuntang*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekawan yang budiman. Sekarang sudah pukul 1.00 potang. Air mineral 500 ml tu sotongah pun lum habeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habeh camno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Tak dapek la den poso 3 hari ni.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-7320501891327486778?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/7320501891327486778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=7320501891327486778&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/7320501891327486778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/7320501891327486778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/06/padan-muko-den.html' title='Padan Muko Den'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-6496911131419301679</id><published>2009-06-19T14:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:07:50.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pot Pet'/><title type='text'>No. 77, Jalan Mak Yong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last weekend went to visit the still-in-progress house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the gate, I saw No. 65 at the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly told Che Man it’s a wrong house. Ours should be no. 77. Che Man cakap 77 tu nombor lot, bukan nombor rumah. Dah betul lah rumah tu.. bla….bla….bla…bla. Aku setuju je la. Tak baik lawan cakap laki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sebenarnya sikit kecewa la kan. Aku suka benar dengan nombor tujuh. Apa lagi kalau di-double-kan. Takde rezeki nampaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent quite sometimes there with 2 apeks from renovation company who happened to be around the area when we just arrived. Let’s call them renovation-apeks from now on. We entered the house through unlock kitchen door. The house is actually 99% completed. Alhamdulillah. According to the renovation-apeks, during their last check with developer, we all boleh dapat kunci in August instead of December this year. Wahhh.. excited kita orang. Terus confirm buat grill dengan renovation-apeks tu. Tanya costing if we want to do this &amp;amp; that. Simply la. Bukan nak buat sangat pun, sajer buang masa renovation-apeks tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ambil kesempatan snap-snap gambar bagai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas tu I saw 2 cars comings. Oh, jiran sebelah rupanya. Since their house is locked, they asked permission to enter ours. Terjadilah sesi berkenalan dengan jiran. Kunci lum dapat, tapi dah kenal jiran – a young Malay couple with a baby. They all pun confirm nak buat grill dengan renovation-apeks tu. Tengah dok pusing-pusing dalam rumah, ada satu mamat (mungkin mamat Mynmar) datang. Marah nampaknya pasal kita masuk dalam rumah. We all explained that the door was unlock. Ignored him for while then chow. Bengang giler mamat tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few days, I still kept thinking about no. 77. So I took out my file and looked for the area plan and offer letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeng !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jeng!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jeng!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There IS No. 77&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The same row with No. 65. Only in a different block. There was this one road that had caused the whole confusion. B&lt;s&gt;agus. Salah kan jalan tu. Tak baik salah kan diri sendiri&lt;/s&gt;. We also realized, there is no such thing as &lt;em&gt;‘No.77-is-a-lot-number’&lt;/em&gt; coz the lot number is five-digit number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah siap masuk rumah, complained sana sini, ambik gambar bagai nak rak, plan dengan renovation-apeks, berkenalan dengan jiran, kena marah dengan budak Mynamar – &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rerupanya kita orang salah rumah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348923904916169522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/Sjsx86MfozI/AAAAAAAAA-M/FwDK396Ywzk/s320/Jiran+tak+jadi1.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jiran-tak-jadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-6496911131419301679?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/6496911131419301679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=6496911131419301679&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/6496911131419301679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/6496911131419301679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-weekend-went-to-visit-still-in.html' title='No. 77, Jalan Mak Yong'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/Sjsx86MfozI/AAAAAAAAA-M/FwDK396Ywzk/s72-c/Jiran+tak+jadi1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-2883269920757122182</id><published>2009-06-17T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:03:16.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Bundle of Joy'/><title type='text'>Selasa Aku Yang Semalam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hari Selasa, tepat kul 10.30 malam aku mesti dah siap-siap semua kerja rumah. Sebab utama, aku kena duduk depan TV, tengok &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, sambil lipat kain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, malam tadi takde pengecualian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi Aiman pulak buat hal. Bising-bising dia suh tukar channel. Sib baik sempat aku sorok-kan remote TV. Aku pujuk-pujuk dia untuk lupakan hasrat tu, sambil ajar dia lipat kain. Sebab aku acuh tak acuh je ajar dia &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(sibuk tengok TV lebihnya)&lt;/span&gt;, dia pun start sarungkan baju-baju ke badan dia, betul-betul depan aku, menghalang TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Tepi la Aiman…! Ibu nak tengok TV ni!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Aku tolak-tolak dia ketepi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudahnya dia sungkupkan kepala aku dengan kain. Arghhhh ! Bertuah punya budak! Che Man pulak tolong gelak jer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu dia buat hal lagi. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“Nak cucuuuuuu. Nak cucuuuu……”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Aku minta tolong Che Man &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Bang, tolong buat susu”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che Man bangun gi dapur. Aiman kejar dan tarik tangan dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“Naknak! Nanak ayah! Nak Ibu…… wat cucu…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che Man datang balik. Tak jadi buat susu. Aiman tarik tarik tangan aku. Tak dulik dia aku cakap &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Jap jap aaaaa. Tunggu iklan”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Aiman terjerit-jerit. Aku buat tak tau jer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba dia berlari kedapur dan datang balik sambil bawak botol susu kosong. Dia letak botol atas lantai dekat aku. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ni….ni… cucu… cucu….”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pastu lari ke dapur balik. Kali ni datang sambil peluk tin susu pulak.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; “Cucu…. Cucu la….”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Letak dekat aku juga. Lari ke dapur lagi. Kali ni datang balik dengan tin biskut Jacob’s. Letak sesama ngan botol susu dan tin susu. Sambil tu mulut membebel-bebel. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nak cucuuuu….. nak cucu….. nak cucu laaa..... ni la… ni la.. cucu la…".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali ni Che Man punya turn mengamuk dengan aku. Terus capai botol &amp;amp; susu, pi dapur nak buat susu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desperate housewives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; belum iklan lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gegak-gempita kat dapur menyakit telinga. Kat dapur, Aiman dah bergayut kat kaki Che Man - tak bagi dia buat susu. Aku pun ambil alih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah sumbat susu, aman sekejap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; belum habis lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che Man gi mandi. Aiman mana tah. Aku masih melopong tengok TV. Tiba-tiba aku dengar benda jatuh. Aiman terlolong. Panik. Aku lari cari dia. Kat dapur takde, masuk stor takde. Rerupanya kat dalam bilik. Table fan, dia dan bangku tempat letak table fan semuanya tergolek. Melolong-lolong si Aiman &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(mamat ni drama memang kuat!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku angkat dia letak atas katil. Checked kepala, kaki, tangan, badan. Nasib baik semuanya ok. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Apa jadi? Aiman buat apa tadi?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia bangun pergi kat table fan dan angkat fan tu sambil cakap &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Camni la… camni la….. ".-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dia buat demo incident tadi. Ohhh.. paham. Aku pernah nampak dia angkat table fan dari atas bangku, letak kat lantai, pastu heret bangku tadi letak kat depan dressing table and panjat. Objektif dia untuk ‘mengemas’ dressing table aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetiba aku rasa macam geli hati pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn aku pulak tergolek atas katil gelak sorang-sorang. Teringat dia protes channel TV tadi, Macam mana dia menyarung baju tak tentu hala depan aku untuk alih perhatian aku daripada TV, pasal kesanggupan dia menyungkup kepala aku dengan kain bila aku tolak dia ketepi supaya aku boleh tengok TV, pastu sungguh-sungguh sediakan bahan buat susu dia depan aku dan gaya dia tergolek, terkial-kial cuba bangun kat dalam bilik tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoi la…. Dah lama tak gelak camtu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain daripada &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Selasa aku yang semalam memang menghiburkan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korang? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-2883269920757122182?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/2883269920757122182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=2883269920757122182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2883269920757122182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2883269920757122182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/06/selasa-aku-yang-semalam.html' title='Selasa Aku Yang Semalam'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-1179286089383064108</id><published>2009-06-10T15:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:20:06.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am not Complaining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pot Pet'/><title type='text'>Terpaksa Rela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku cukup menyampah naik kereta lama-lama. Nak nya bila dah ada anak ni. Mana nak angkut barang-barang dia lagi, kencing berak dia dalam perjalanan dan perangai dia dalam keta lagi. Tak bawak kang, tak sampai hati pulak. Nanti aku jugak yang dok terkenang-kenang dan rindu-rinduan dengan si kecik tu. Tu la sebab aku selalu avoid unnecessary journey. Leceh. &lt;s&gt;dasar pemalas &lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi hujung minggu yang lepas terpaksa dikecualikan pasal menghantar sepupu yang bernikah di Penang. Alhamdullillah, lepas satu hal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun tak drive sekilometer pun, penatnya, mak aiiiii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esoknya lepas beberapa jam sampai rumah, mak tersayang announced :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Abang kau kahwin nanti, dah ado tarikh 'eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mak ingat nak buek 1 bulan 8 taun ni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oghang sano nak tak nak tunggu lelamo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kono la kau rezeb cuti nanti......." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(Reserve cuti? Takde hal....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(after that she added....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Kito poie &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;KELANTAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://thm-a02.yimg.com/image/602b48f3b6302810" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*pengsan*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-1179286089383064108?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/1179286089383064108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=1179286089383064108&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/1179286089383064108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/1179286089383064108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/06/aku-cukup-menyampah-naik-kereta-lama.html' title='Terpaksa Rela'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-6736269486398774739</id><published>2009-06-01T18:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:54:38.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Bundle of Joy'/><title type='text'>Buah Hati Pengarang Jantung</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tak lama lagi saya berumur 2 tahun 3 bulan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So please excuse my one-size smaller t-shirt tu..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(apa kena mengena?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SiTONixIBOI/AAAAAAAAA9s/ECM-iRTAATE/s1600-h/Aiman+baju+belang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342621790034724066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SiTONixIBOI/AAAAAAAAA9s/ECM-iRTAATE/s320/Aiman+baju+belang.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beberapa bulan dulu, Aiman sibuk mengejek cakap-cakap orang, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapi sekarang dia dah pandai berlagak bila bercakap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to visit a friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My friend’s mother introduced herself to Aiman &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ini Tok”&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aiman looked at her with confuse face and replied &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Nenek la…..”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then pointed his finger at my friend’s father. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Tu Atuk…”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Aiman was eating in his nenek’s kitchen when he spotted &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his 5-year-old cousin sister climbing the staircase backward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Adikkk……. tatuh (jatuh), adikkkk…..nanti tatuh laaaa....”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His atuk suddenly appeared in the kitchen and said to him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;“Wah pandai pulak nasihat kan orang ye?”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aiman replied &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Hi Tuk…. Makan atuk?”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sambil suap nasi dengan selamba. Dah cam gaya orang bujang je. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had severe headache and rested on my bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I called for Aiman to teman. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;“Aiman sayang. Ibu sakit ni. Meh urut”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came and asked &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ibu takit maner?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I touched my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;He rubbed my forehead, kissed it and said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Dah?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On his way back to the hall, I heard him reported to Che Man, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ayah…. Ibu takit ayah…..”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again I called him &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(bosan pulak baring sorang-sorang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;He didn’t answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Che Man said to him &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;“Aiman… ibu panggil!”.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Aiman buat dunno jer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ada la empat lima kali Che Man ulang ayat tu.&lt;br /&gt;From my room, I can see Aiman finally came to Che Man sambil cekak pinggang, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looked irritated and mengomel&lt;em&gt; :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey Ayah ni….. ibu pangil, ibu pangil!”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*He came to me and rubbed my forehead anyway*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lega sikit rasanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342623956365229602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SiTQLo-kPiI/AAAAAAAAA-E/-ySG8LVKk2w/s320/Tiup+lilin.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;During his 2nd birthday party - March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342621805031653970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SiTOOaorAlI/AAAAAAAAA90/FLxdd4TQbBA/s320/Chicken+Pox.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2nd day with Chicken Pox - March 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-6736269486398774739?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/6736269486398774739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=6736269486398774739&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/6736269486398774739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/6736269486398774739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/06/buah-hati-pengarang-jantung.html' title='Buah Hati Pengarang Jantung'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SiTONixIBOI/AAAAAAAAA9s/ECM-iRTAATE/s72-c/Aiman+baju+belang.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-3228110666696973334</id><published>2009-05-28T18:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:16:58.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pelik la'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pot Pet'/><title type='text'>Ingatan Tergelincir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At my workplace, beside 'Nomee-the-underdressed-assistant', I am also known for my lapse of memory and forgetfulness. I am under constant teasing for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was at my friend’s house with few friends and their children. I asked one of the fathers,&lt;em&gt; “Anak kau dah berapa bulan dah?”&lt;/em&gt; Dia jawab &lt;em&gt;“4 bulan”.&lt;/em&gt; Then I saw him walked to his wife and gave the baby to his wife for nenen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10 seconds after that, I was shocked to see that his baby is no longer with him and asked him &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*muka cuak*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;“Anak kau mana?”.&lt;/em&gt; Member tu pandang aku dengan muka confuse. I look around and saw his baby with his wife. Baru aku teringat. Then I asked him &lt;em&gt;“Anak kau dah setahun dah?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I wanted to take bath. I walked to my towel hanger and abruptly stooped: I asked myself &lt;em&gt;“Mana satu towel aku ni?”&lt;/em&gt; I really can't remember which one. I grabbed one and go mandi. After finished, I was surprised to see Che Man’s towel on the towel rack (in the bathroom). &lt;em&gt;“Camna boleh ada kat sini?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss asked for lunch / coffee / hot milk. After half an hour, he came and said &lt;em&gt;“Maybe Coffee house is busy….”.&lt;/em&gt; Lepas dia masuk office dia balik, I quickly dialed coffee house and place the order - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which was supposed to be done half and hour ago&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case 4:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che Man called in the evening and said “turun……” &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(maksudnya dia dah nak sampai).&lt;/span&gt; Aku pun habiskan baca blog yang sesapa aku tengah baca. Pas tu lompat blog lain, dan lain, dan lain. Pas tu Che Man akan call lagi. Itu tandanya dia dah tunggu setengah jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antara kes-kes yang lain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I washed my face then I brushed my teeth. After that, I had tough time to recall whether or not I’ve washed my face. I ended up wash my face twice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Beria-ia aku cerita kejadian lucu kat Izan, dia pun ketawa beria-ia. Pastu dia kata &lt;em&gt;“Dah… kak Nomi dah citer dah pagi tadi / semalam / hari tu”&lt;/em&gt;. Sumpah aku tak ingat. Kejadian macam ni berlaku terlalu banyak kali.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Sekarang, sebelum aku start citer / buat awak. I’ll tell her, “You probably have heard this from me…….” *and tell the story anyway*. Just to cover myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Kes tertinggal barang, tak usah nak cakap lah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many times I swore to Che Man that I’ve never seen barang / bills / letters / vouchers that he gave me last week. Dah jumpa baru ingat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss walking towards me and put a bunch of keys on my table. I recognize those are my office keys. Dunno where he found them. Happened many times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the ‘budget 2009/2010’ book in my tray for quite sometimes now. I only will put it in my try coz there is something my boss asked me to do. But till now I can’t remember what am I supposed to do with it. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Pagi tadi, diam-diam I put the book back on his table. Did nothing with it). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I teased a chef on his ‘new’ spectacles. He said &lt;em&gt;“sudah pakai lama lah..”&lt;/em&gt; and the rest of the group laughed at me. This is one Chef I see several times a day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A staff asked me my boss’s age. I went blank. I quickly flip through my diary and ask her &lt;em&gt;“Dia lahir bulan berapa yek?”&lt;/em&gt;. Pastu kena marah, &lt;em&gt;“Siapa PA dia ni?”.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I work for him for 8 years&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I write many things in my notes book / diary. The problem is, I always forget to refer to it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend suggested me to take supplement. I bought two bottles of Gingko Biloba. The problem is, I always forget to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many other cases but I can’t remember anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-3228110666696973334?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/3228110666696973334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=3228110666696973334&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/3228110666696973334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/3228110666696973334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/05/ingatan-tergelincir.html' title='Ingatan Tergelincir'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-3871289425762791811</id><published>2009-05-21T13:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:20:40.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good News'/><title type='text'>B is Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;has come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my experience of more than 8 year with this company, I can say this was the most complicated, the least in total sum and complete with series of dramas before it finally released. No wonder it was also the most delayed payout – mid of May, for goodness sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It is always welcome &lt;em&gt;– &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kochik tapak tangan, Dewan Perdana den tadah án!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be the smallest amount so far, but I say Alhamdullillah. With last year’s performance (both by the company &amp;amp; my own performance), add with current market situation, I know that my boss have tried his very best to ‘save’ everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*quickly sms him to say thank you*&lt;br /&gt;*ok - done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some percentage will go to credit card. Since I knew earlier about the payout, I ter-over spent during the J-card member sales last week. I blame Che Man coz he took me for movie at Bukit Tinggi during J-card member sales day! But I’ve &lt;a href="http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2008/12/credit-card-i.html"&gt;promised myself &lt;/a&gt;to settle all amounts on credit card every month, so there……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest will be saved for &lt;a href="http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/04/simple-weekend.html"&gt;house fund&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is tough huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-3871289425762791811?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/3871289425762791811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=3871289425762791811&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/3871289425762791811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/3871289425762791811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/05/b-is-finally-arrived.html' title='B is Here!'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-2905454937129916148</id><published>2009-05-19T18:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:49:39.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pot Pet'/><title type='text'>Buat apa weekend tu hari?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am sick of spending weekdays outside the house until 10pm – almost every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last weekend, I tried my very best not to go out. Not so successful, coz on Saturday early morning, I had to drive to groceries shop. I usually do that on Friday night after work, but we were out for dinner with Che Man’s family last Friday. On Saturday Che Man had to work, so I decided to go out early, buy groceries and breakfast so we can have breakfast together at home. I had to make sure I have what ever things I need to cook this weekend ready before Che Man go to work. &lt;s&gt;Camni la kalau ada satu keta je&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way through cooking my ayam masak lomak cili api, I realized that I didn’t have asam keping. So I called Che Man to buy some on his way back for lunch. When he came back, I reheated the gulai and threw in the asam keping. As I was opening a small container to put my balance of asam keping, thereeee…. I saw not one, but two packets of asam keping! Nampak sangat lama tak masak, sampai lupa kat mana letak asam keping ;) &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But I didn’t tell Che Man lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the rest of Saturday afternoon doing laundry, cleaning and wiping. Sempat juga bergaduh dengan Aiman. Kuat buat sepah budak ni. He poured quarter bottle of honey on the floor, whole pack of ikan bilis into my stove, tabur bedak on my dressing table, keluarkan some pinggan mangkuk dari dalam almari. He also took out coins from tabung KFC and put them into his aeroplane dan kemudian ketuk-ketuk benda alah tu kat dinding sambil mengamuk coz he could not get those coins out. Kenapa lah wahai anak kau tak reti duduk diam tengok TV? Nasib baik petang tu dia tido sekejap. Kalau tak, meroyan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner Che Man asked me to follow him to send his brother in-law to KLIA but I refused. Sending &lt;u&gt;one&lt;/u&gt; person to KLIA with two cars is just not productive. Che Man brought Aiman with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I can just sit watching TV but it didn’t happen. I started with cleaning the house &amp;amp; sorting things out, and then took long shower. At 1a.m Che Man masih belum balik, aku siang ikan, ayam &amp;amp; sotong, malah siap tumbuk bawang bagai. Semangat nak masak untuk besok datang awal la pulak. I told myself many times that I should just take this opportunity to lepak, enjoy my tea, read a book, watch DVD or something relaxing, but I just can’t stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che Man &amp;amp; Aiman only reached house after 1.30am. At first I was worried. We didn’t expect Che Man will come back so late. How la Aiman wants to sleep in the car when Che Man didn’t bring his car seat? When they reached home, Aiman was happily sat at the back seat holding a pack of junk food and refused to come out of the car. Budak bertuah. Tak tido lagi rupanya dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;“Aiman gi mana tadi sayang?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;“Nenok ayah-pin” (tengok aeroplane)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent Sunday cooking &amp;amp; cleaning some more. Bila Aiman tido petang, I spent time with Che Man watched DVDs and read weekend papers. Didn’t manage to finish a movie. Get-up and prepared dinner pulak. Sungguh aman damai kat dapur tanpa si kecik terjerit-jerit mahukan perhatian. In the evening, we decided to bring Aiman to playground nearby. There, I realized that I was actually really tired – &lt;em&gt;or maybe rasa macam nak demam&lt;/em&gt;. I just sat there looking at Aiman &amp;amp; Che Man playing around. Aku tak larat angkat my fat ass and join them. I saw this one guy with his two children. His children spoke in English but he talked to them in Malay &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I think he wanted to ‘communicate’ with me kot. Obvious ok)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He constantly ‘scolded’ his children &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Cepat! Cepat! Bergayut pada palang. Gerak. Pemalas. Cakap banyak. Budak-budak sekarang tengok TV 24 jam. Takde keluar peluh. Itu pun tak boleh buat. Cakap sajer banyak. Makan 3 kali sehari, exercise malas!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuh… semangat tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puas hati. All laundry baskets are empty, cloths are folded, sorted and hanged properly, the floors from front to back including in all rooms are shining, dua-dua bilik air bersinar &amp;amp; harum &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(over kau ni Nomi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; took out 3 garbage bags, fridge is clean, furniture’s wiped, I cooked for every meals for two days, washed my hair nicely, scrubbed the whole body and pampered myself with very thick perfumed lotion, read book, newspapers, watched TV &amp;amp; DVDs and kena sakat dengan Aiman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbaloi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Errr…. Takde pulak aku ambik gambar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-2905454937129916148?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/2905454937129916148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=2905454937129916148&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2905454937129916148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2905454937129916148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/05/buat-apa-weekend-tu-hari.html' title='Buat apa weekend tu hari?'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-8983637919960703548</id><published>2009-05-15T18:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:10:56.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pot Pet'/><title type='text'>Takda Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've drafted many entries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our short vacation. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gathering with close friends - twice already! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coffee session with ex-housemate and news she brought in!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kedai gambar teramat bodoh kat Shah Alam Mall. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Annual meeting. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiman. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dating &amp;amp; shopping with Che Man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ye.....semuanya di atas. Tapi satu pun aku tak publish. Rasa macam tah apa-apa je entries aku tu. Frust tak reti nak tulis semenarik kejadian yang sebenar. Meleret-leret tah apa-apa. Ada yang aku delete, tak save terus dan ada yang aku perab buat pekasam. Ada yang aku rasa dah terlalu basi, so baik takyah ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, takde lah update. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Weekend ni aku off. Plan nak masak best-best sikit untuk Che Man and Aiman. Atau mungkin mengemaskan almari baju. Atau lepak-lepak baca fiksyen. Atau marathon DVDs. Mungkin aku patut ambik gambar activities on weekend pastu tempek-tempek kat sini. Suka hati aku lah kan? Blog aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy weekend you all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-8983637919960703548?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/8983637919960703548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=8983637919960703548&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/8983637919960703548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/8983637919960703548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/05/takda-update.html' title='Takda Update'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-8365651296978034242</id><published>2009-04-27T17:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:41:30.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not-so work related'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pot Pet'/><title type='text'>Competition &amp; I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am not a very competitive person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pado akak, sapo-sapo nak compete, bleh pi compete, tapi akak kalau buleh memang tak nak join apo-apo competition pun. Akak tak suko pressure dan yang paling ponting, akak &lt;s&gt;takut &lt;/s&gt;taknak kalah. Kot tak masuk, takdo la can nak kalah yo tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masalah eh, kek company akak kojo ni, suka na &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;buek &lt;/span&gt;competition. Baik competition mencipto tag line, cipto logo, cipto t-shirt design, cipto nama function room baru, pertandingan koborsihan, competition &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jua&lt;/span&gt; voucher, competition kurangkan borat badan dan macam-macam &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;laie&lt;/span&gt;. Malah competition sapo-tangkap-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lipeh&lt;/span&gt;-paling-banyak-dio lah terer pun &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ponah&lt;/span&gt; gak buek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu bolum laie competition tahunan ala-ala explorace sobolum annual dinner, pertandingan buek kek, game-game sukan dan pertandingan semasa acaro annual dinner. (Ni nanti akak &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kono&lt;/span&gt; buek entry lain. Tungguuuu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobab akak &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ponyogan&lt;/span&gt;, kalau open competition memang akak buek dekkkk je. Lantak dek kau la. Akak tukang tengok, tukang golak an jo. Tapi kekadang tu ado gak competition yang certain-certain staffs wajib masok. Ni yang akak lomah ni. Main pakso-pakso la pulak. Nak tak nak kono join gak la kan. Kalau tak nak join, kono baya RM50 lak tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Iyo&lt;/span&gt;oo… botooooo…..akak tak tipu do. Sapo maleh take part, kono ‘derma’ RM50 untuk staff fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebaru ni akak submitted satu essay. Dah namo eh essay writing competition. Kono lah akak anta sebijik essay untuk tajuk yang management bagi. Cam maleh memulo tu. Tapi memandang an dongan RM50 akak leh boli 8 &lt;s&gt;pirated &lt;/s&gt;DVDs, akak pun &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bosongkang&lt;/span&gt; mato lah menaip essay tu malam sobolum tarikh tutup pertandingan. Omputeh kato; last minute submission. Tigo-puloh lapan orang kono buek bondo yang samo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak jadik cito, maso management meeting &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lopeh&lt;/span&gt;, tah mato kero mano yang baco, essay akak shortlisted la pulak. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bekecupeh &lt;/span&gt;akak kono buek ulasan essay dalam meeting tu. Tah apo la akak &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ghapek&lt;/span&gt; an pun akak tak tau. Balun jo. Ada la dalam 4 orang shortlisted. Peh tu, memasing kono pandang ngadap dinding sobab yang 40 orang yang lain kono undi dongan &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mengangkek &lt;/span&gt;tangan. Yo lah… takkan nak undi &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cagho&lt;/span&gt; sms lak kan? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maun&lt;/span&gt; sumo pakat hp takdo credit nanti. Sikt la orang yang AFundi Nomee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akak dapat tompek ke-duo…… &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dapek&lt;/span&gt; la cash sikit tongah-tongah bulan ni. Peh tu &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ghamai&lt;/span&gt; lak yang mintak belanjo. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paloyah&lt;/span&gt; korang aaaa…. Korang mano tau akak &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tosongguk-songguk&lt;/span&gt; dopan laptop malam tu nak &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nyudah&lt;/span&gt; an essay tu ? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Ayat adalah sedikit belagak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buleh la simpan buek boli beberapa bijik lampu I.kea untuk umah baru nanti. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baghu tadi lopeh satu meeting, ada announcement pasal 5S competition. Punya la &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ghisau&lt;/span&gt; hati akak. Nasib baik group akak dapek 4 markah lobeh daripada sebolum ni. Walau kedudukan group akak agak jauh kebelakang, tapi markah totap tinggi daripado sobolum ni. Akak bukan apo. Kok kono yang paling last, akak sebagai ketua kumpulan tercorot kono &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;panggey&lt;/span&gt; kek dopan meeting room, ambik piala tikus nko……. Mati lah akak kemalu-an. Result surprise lak tu. Mano nak lotak muko? Bawah kusi? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jobo&lt;/span&gt; pulak Cik Ti kalau dapek tau nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang tongah pikir camno nak ngelak this one competition. This competition is still in discussion. It should be the biggest competition in the hotel this year. Lobeh kurang few groups kono create satu product, peh tu create own marketing strategy. Bottom line, sapo jua dan dapek untung paling banyak, kumpulan dio monang. Ala-ala apprentice gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korang doa lah supayo nama akak tak tersonarai. Kok adiah eh sorang sebijik keto pun, akak totap tak ndak. Timo kasih yo lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KOSA KATO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buek = buat&lt;br /&gt;Jua = jual&lt;br /&gt;Laie = lagi&lt;br /&gt;Ponah = pernah&lt;br /&gt;Kono = kena&lt;br /&gt;Ponyogan = pemalas&lt;br /&gt;Iyo = Iye (yes)&lt;br /&gt;Boto = Betul&lt;br /&gt;Bosongkang = bersengkang&lt;br /&gt;Lopeh = lepas&lt;br /&gt;Berkecupeh = aski kelam kabut&lt;br /&gt;Ghapek = merepek&lt;br /&gt;Cagho = cara&lt;br /&gt;Maun = mau (mahu)&lt;br /&gt;Tompek = tempat&lt;br /&gt;Dapek = dapat&lt;br /&gt;Ghamai = ramai&lt;br /&gt;Paloyah = kepala ayah (kepala otak)&lt;br /&gt;Tosongguk = tersengguk (gaya kepala ketika menahan ngantuk)&lt;br /&gt;Nyudah = sudah&lt;br /&gt;Ghisau = risau&lt;br /&gt;Panggey = panggil&lt;br /&gt;Tontu = tentu&lt;br /&gt;Adiah = hadiah&lt;br /&gt;Keto = kereta&lt;br /&gt;Jobo = berlagak / eksyen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-8365651296978034242?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/8365651296978034242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=8365651296978034242&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/8365651296978034242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/8365651296978034242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/04/competition-i.html' title='Competition &amp; I'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-6193641954010139346</id><published>2009-04-22T16:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:13:08.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pot Pet'/><title type='text'>Simple Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last weekend was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many past weekends that we spent visited people in hospital, kenduri-kendara, balik kampung, etc. We were never home. Habuk dalam rumah pun dah bertingkat-tingkat, rumput pun tebal, fridge empty, pintu feezer takleh nak buka coz ice sungguh tebal, dapur pun tak berasap – things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last weekend, we spent time with just the three of us. Even though, it was a little bit spoiled coz I had to spend half day at work, but I managed to sort and clear many papers from my table. Since I had the car all for my self that afternoon, I took the opportunity to finally go and cut my hair. Dah berzaman okeyyy tak potong rambut. Niat hati nak potong rambut saja, tapi bila tengok tukang cuci rambut tu dok urut-urut bahu masa cuci rambut orang sebelah, tarusss……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“… cuci sekali dik ye….”. heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327435832106199650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/Se7aqdBgqmI/AAAAAAAAA9U/a3gPuz7vvT4/s320/DSC00970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My nieces &lt;s&gt;complained&lt;/s&gt; said my face look tembam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after I cut my hair short. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Takpe la... nasik dah jadi bubur....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingat nak ambik Aiman pastu gi groceries shopping, balik rumah dan prepare minum petang. Tapi Aiman was sleeping when I arrived at MIL’s. Kena tunggu until about 4 something baru boleh balik. Aiman hates to sit in his car seat. All the way to Bukit Raja I had to calm him down. He managed to free half of his body when we reached the groceries shop near my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berpeluh-peluh aku dukung dia sambil pilih ikan, sayur and some other things. By the time we reached home, it was nearly 5pm. Since I needed to pick up Che Man at 6.00pm, I had to skip tea time and straight away prepared dinner, did one load of laundry and gave Aiman his evening bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got home, we had home cooked dinner and I did some house chores (so that I don’t have to do to many things the next day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The planned was to prepare breakfast for them on Sunday. Tapi bangun tido je teringat roti arab from nearby restaurant. So Che Man went and tapau breakfast and after that just lepak till afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon mission started a bit late. After so many weekends, I finally found my self at Summit USJ. Got myself 6 DVDs, 3 books, few shorts and t-shirts. We had Japanese food for lunch. Chasing Aiman around made us felt tired. So we decided to leave the mall earlier than planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiman slept all the way to Bukit Raja. But we didn’t go home straight. We went and checked our still-in-progress house. This time around we managed to see our actual unit because jalan semua dah siap. But the door was locked of course. We took a look from the back of the house also and that was when I got shocked – &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the size of the kitchen is only about half of my current kitchen's size!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*pengsan* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I already know it is not going to be as big as current ones, but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; small? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Bertenang… bertenang….. Nomi&lt;/span&gt;. I’ll wait till I got my keys and see what I can do about it. Of course there are still rooms for renovation but looking at our financial forecast till end of this year, I doubt it that I can do many things with the house before we move in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can pay overdue payment interest, deposit for water &amp;amp; electricity, pasang grills, lampu, kipas &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hopefully air-cond too)&lt;/span&gt; and most importantly my kitchen cabinet (which is now I know it won’t cost so much anymore due to the ciput-size kitchen) and tempah langsir - dah cukup bagus dah. To break the wall so to extend the kitchen till the dry area, change the tiles, put up wall tiles, build additional wall and change the door location is too ambitious at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327437914229700242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/Se7cjpib9pI/AAAAAAAAA9k/UWTkYgncb-c/s320/Rumah+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biasa la. Tuan rumah dengan anak tuan rumah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mesti nak ambik gambar depan rumah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sambung balik pasal weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening cleaning bathrooms, trimming grass, angkat kain, lipat kain, another load of laundry, gosok baju, mengelap sana situ, preparing dinner and layan Aiman. When Aiman finally tido and Che Man started doing his office works, I spent two and half hours watching Slumdog Millionaire. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Ye… baru sekarang dapat tengok, berhenti menjuih bibir tu ye.)&lt;/span&gt; I even managed to read few pages from the newly purchased book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this type of weekend where I did my house chores tanpa tergesa-gesa. Enjoyed breakfast with two special ‘men’ in my life while watching TV and read weekend newspapers. Watched my husband trimming our laman semak with Aiman tried to ‘help’ him around. Realized Che Man menghabiskan dua pinggan nasi with my mediocre lauks - macam la sedap sangat. Peluk and cium each other sambil menunjuk-nunjuk kat Aiman simply because we know that he will tergelak-gelak malu. (I wonder why).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent time with Aiman dari pagi sampai petang. I love it when he suddenly appeared in the kitchen and bodek me so that I’ll make him his susu. Tetiba dia datang berlari and hugged my legs and said &lt;em&gt;"yea yea… ibu… ibu.."&lt;/em&gt; and asked me to dukung him so that he can see what was in my kuali. Gave him bath and struggled to brush his teeth. Bergumpal-gumpal atas katil sambil bergelak ketawa, sorted out his no-longer-fit clothes which reminded me kisah dia dolu-dolu when he was still muat in those baju(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berlari-lari anak kat shopping mall sambil terjerit-jerit kat Aiman. Threatened him that we won’t bring him to mall again –&lt;em&gt; knowing it won’t happen ;)&lt;/em&gt; Forced Che Man to eat Japanese food just for the sake of trying. Finally got my DVDs and books, walaupun only God knows when I’ll watch or read them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t do some other things that I wanted to do last weekend. Mostly something to do with cleaning, arranging, sorting, storing, etc. But it’s ok. Weekend does not always equal to hari mengemas rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also about spending quality time with your little family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-6193641954010139346?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/6193641954010139346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=6193641954010139346&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/6193641954010139346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/6193641954010139346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/04/simple-weekend.html' title='Simple Weekend'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/Se7aqdBgqmI/AAAAAAAAA9U/a3gPuz7vvT4/s72-c/DSC00970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-8827377382034718489</id><published>2009-04-10T13:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:23:46.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not-so work related'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pot Pet'/><title type='text'>Things To Do Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In no particular order or category…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To update windows, antivirus and scan PC &amp;amp; thumb drives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Attend morning briefing. Brief boss. Follow-up on matters that related to my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Check with purchasing department on pending matters (especially matters raised during morning briefing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Prepare documents for ISO &amp;amp; OHSAS internal audit. Get the updated versions of QM &amp;amp; QMSP. Get rid of the old versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Issue petty cash to some requestors &amp;amp; update the cash book accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. Check HRDF claim report from HR. Brief Boos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. Make list on new F&amp;amp;B performance target for financial year 2009/2010; based on 20% increase of revenue for each F&amp;amp;B outlets. To format GOP based on target percentage given by 8. Group GM during last meeting. Brief Boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8. Check &amp;amp; update tender progress report. Draft format for tender of transport service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9. Prepare meeting minutes for last week’s Info Exchange Meeting. To get chairman to confirm the minutes. Remind him to draft new agenda to be distributed together with the minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10. To complete &amp;amp; confirm monthly business report for the month of March ’09 and e-mail to Hong Kong &amp;amp; Japan before 4.00pm today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11. &lt;s&gt;Force&lt;/s&gt; To ensure boss sign all documents today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12. Check updates on land title issue. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Has the other signatory came back from 2 bukitw yang diaorang kalah hari tu? Nothing else can be done there now, balik la… sign cheque tu. Brief boss on any updates (kalau takde update.. diam je).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;13. Follow-up and discuss with Accounts &amp;amp; Revenue Management on presentation materials for annual business strategy meeting with HQ next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;14. Is the Deputy Prime Minister coming tonight? Get a confirmation and copy of EO. Brief boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;15. Buffet lunch with ‘the girls’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;16. GM’s cocktail door gift. Brief boss on status &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(mati la.. tak cukup info)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;17. New Cabinet. Borak-borak with boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;18. Follow-up on memorandums received from HR &amp;amp; Housekeeping. Brief boss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;19. Check FORBES subscription details. Update subscription list.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;20. Check with Izan on other pending office matters. Release some documents to her for filing purpose. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jadi ke dia take leave next week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;21. Discuss with GM’s secretary on schedule of GM’s luncheons and compilation quality objectives from all departments. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Ayo… bila mau siap ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;22. Check company website. Ensure new changes on company logotype and packages are made. Brief boss. Close file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;23. Remind Exec. Housekeeper on boss’s request for amended P&amp;amp;Ps. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Baca e-mail tak semalam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;24. Check yahoo e-mail for buddies update on this weekend plan, check fesbuk and blogs &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(ngeh.. ngeh… ngeh..).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;25. Transfer annual dinner photos from sharing file to ‘C’, so that can be uploaded for blog / fesbuk / etc. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;lalalalalala….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;26. Check boss’ snail mails / e-mail and do the necessary accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;27. Secretary Week’s Luncheon – joint promotion. Letters for sponsorship. Liaise with PR &amp;amp; GM’s secretary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;28. Call Che Man – Nak makan kat Shah Alam ke kat Nilai malam ni? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322927753034942418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/Sd7Wlty3R9I/AAAAAAAAA88/iJ_uROZUEJY/s320/at+work.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;La...... ingatkan takde kerja hari ni......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eh... makan time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bye bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-8827377382034718489?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/8827377382034718489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=8827377382034718489&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/8827377382034718489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/8827377382034718489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-to-do-today.html' title='Things To Do Today'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/Sd7Wlty3R9I/AAAAAAAAA88/iJ_uROZUEJY/s72-c/at+work.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-3263968220112302887</id><published>2009-04-07T17:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:18:39.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good News'/><title type='text'>Remember Cik Ti?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Terlupa lak nak update pasal character yang satu ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened about one week after my first &lt;a href="http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/01/cik-ti-angkara-engkau-kah.html"&gt;entry on Cik Ti&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sebelum.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321890064545260274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/Sdsm0S7movI/AAAAAAAAA80/OvXLDoqUbwM/s320/DSC00838.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;....... Selepas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321890057066333650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/Sdsmz3EfRdI/AAAAAAAAA8s/SHztnY2qxcE/s320/Cik+Ti.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I bought glue boards and put at few&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; supposedly&lt;/span&gt; strategic places. But Cik Ti buat &lt;em&gt;dekkkkkk&lt;/em&gt; je. So, aku redah hardware and bought perangkap tikus ni. Siap letak coklat &lt;s&gt;kegemaran Cik Ti&lt;/s&gt; lagi. Two days after that; Cik Ti yang buruk lantak pun masuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah tangkap tak tau pulak nak buat camna kat Ci Ti tu. Che Man kata, biasanya orang akan letak dalam longkang &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dengan perangkap-nya sekali)&lt;/span&gt; biar Cik Ti lemas dan k.o! Tapi aku tak sampai hati pulak. &lt;s&gt;Nasib baik&lt;/s&gt; Longkang besar depan rumah malam tu kering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudahnya Che Man bawak Cik Ti naik kereta gi jauh-jauh dan lepaskan somewhere far. Aku suh Che man buang je perangkap tu sebab geli la tengok, tapi Che Man tetap nak simpan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye Cik Ti. Moga kita tidak berjumpa lagi. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-3263968220112302887?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/3263968220112302887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=3263968220112302887&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/3263968220112302887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/3263968220112302887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/04/remember-cik-ti.html' title='Remember Cik Ti?'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/Sdsm0S7movI/AAAAAAAAA80/OvXLDoqUbwM/s72-c/DSC00838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-2390732758379523350</id><published>2009-03-31T17:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:53:48.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Facts About Che Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://femalescorpio.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy &lt;/a&gt;tagged me lama dah. In fact I kindda promised her that I will do it soon, but……. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for this I am supposed to just answer facts about my husband. The thing is when I looked at these questions I realized that I am sure about the answers. So I modified this tag a bit &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(kau jangan marah ye Amy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I typed &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my answers,&lt;/span&gt; and then I &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;asked him&lt;/span&gt; these questions and give &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my comments&lt;/span&gt; based on our answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I asked him these questions in the car while he was driving us to work &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(rushing ok… hari-hari lambat kita orang ni)&lt;/span&gt;, I guess he didn’t really think about his answers. Mana nak dengar soklan aku lagi, mana nak avoid hitting cars in front of us, mana nak tengok jalan boleh nak cilok lagi. Bukan nya multitasking laki aku ni. Aku pulak pressured him to give proper answer. Ni je la hasilnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) He’s sitting in front of the TV, what is on the screen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My answer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau boleh dia nak tengok bola. Tapi sports channels dah tak subscribe. Jadi selalunya channel AXN. Bebalik CSI – New York, Vegas, Miami &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(cerita session lama pun dia tengok)&lt;/span&gt;. Tak pun cerita thriller / action. Pening kepala aku terpaksa tengok cerita kungfu cina. Satu lagi cerita Allahyarham P. Ramli &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(sambil gelak kuat-kuat padahal dah beribu kali dengar lawak yang sama).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;His answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSI / House / 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So my answer about AXN betul lah kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) You’re out to eat; what kind of dressing does he get on his salad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He doesn’t eat salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;His answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thousand Islands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He had difficulties to answer this. He didn’t seem to know names of salad dressings what more to pronounce them. So, jawapan tu je dia tau bagi. Tak nak ngaku tak makan salad. Ceh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) What’s one food he doesn’t like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Laksa. Katanya tak reti makan campur banyak-banyak benda ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;His answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Ada. Tapi can’t think of one now”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He was just lazy to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) You go out to eat and have a drink. What does he order?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Teh tarik. Teh ais. Nasi Goreng ayam Mee Goreng mamak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;His anwser:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tarik / Nescafe tarik / The Ais / Nasi goreng ayam / Mee mamak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I always tell him that he is not adventurous when it comes to food. Tends to go to the same place eat same food. And I am becoming like him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Where did he go to high school?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A yo yo….. emmm, arrrr…… Sekolah Menegah Section 2 Shah Alam kot….. atau Sek. Men. Seksyen 6. Antara dua nil ah. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*mengeleng-ngelengkan kepala*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;His answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sekolah Menengah Seksyen 16, Shah Alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hahahaha….. You see, I know where the school is. He showed me many times. The only problem is I don’t know the section number.&lt;br /&gt;And many times he told me about he changed school once to Seksyen 2 and that’s how I got confused. Lagi pun memang aku takleh ingat sangat nombor-nombor ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) What size shoes does he wear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lapan. Mungkin jugak tujuh. Agak-agak je la. Tak pernah check pulak. Dah tanya dia banyak kali, tapi tak pernah ingat pun jawapan dia. I told you, I can’t remember numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;His answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8 or 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My comments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia pun nampak cam confuse when answering this. I could see he was about to check his shoes when suddenly he realized that dia tengah drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) If he was to collect anything, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;His answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Apa nak komen lagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) What is his favorite type of sandwich?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He doesn’t like sandwich. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;His answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Egg Sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ooo… ye ke? Tak pernah pulak aku buatkan dia egg sandwich. Makan masa bila ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) What would this person eat every day if he could? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gulai siput sedut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;His answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Steak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tersasar jauh nampaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) What is his favorite cereal? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Coco Crunch. Ni aku agak je, becoz that is the only type of cereal he buys every time I ask for cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;His answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Apa yang Aiman selalu makan tu? Chocolaté cereal?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My comments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maksud dia; Coco Crunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) What would he never wear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kemeja bunga-bunga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;His answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Emm… tah la…. Tak leh pikir lah. Next question lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My &lt;s&gt;comments&lt;/s&gt; bebelan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Apa la Abang ni. Soklan tentang diri sendiri pun payah nak nak jawab. Memang tak boleh dibawak masuk kiuz. Kalah la jawabnya. Tah per per tah!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) What is his favorite sports team?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Takghotiden-do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;His answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chelsea &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(tau tak spelling / malas nak check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My comments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lantak awak ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13) Who did he vote for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He didn’t. Not even a registered voter (look who’s talking!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;His answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My Comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I didn’t ask him this question – no point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14) Who is his best friend? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni pun aku tak pasti. Selain aku (perasan dah…) he is very close with his sister. Sikit-skit nak consult / check/ ajak / call akak dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;His answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sham, Ijad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My comments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him, he gave wrong answer. Coz I just don’t see that way. Later he said, they are his close friends but not best friends. Whatever…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15) What is something you do that he wishes you wouldn’t do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bangun tido lambat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;His Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bangun tido lamat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My Comments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagus. Ni namanya; saling memahami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16) What is his heritage? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay. Father from Kedah. Mother from Melaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;His Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Melayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My Comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tengok tau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17) What is his favorite color?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nothing in particular. But hates green shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;His Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My Comments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never owns anything blue. Blue shirts are only his working uniform. Other than that are jeans. Both cars are red. No blue personal belongings. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Not even blue films&lt;/span&gt;. Mungkin hari-hari dok tengopk langit, tu pasal dia cuma ingat biru. Tak pun otak blue. I don’t know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18) What is his habit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Smoking – bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;His answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lap muka dengan tangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bang…. You don’t see smoking as a bad habit kah? Dan awak tak lap muka dengan tangan, tapi dengan lengan baju. Tu yang orang tak suka tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19) What is he proud of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;His son &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(he better give the same answer!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;His answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, that is a better answer I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20) Lastly, do you think he will read this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh yes. Since I will ask him all these questions, he would want to read my answers &amp;amp; comments very soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;His answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No. No time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ye….. la tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were at some points we argued about our answers. The fact is, I really don’t know much about my own husband. Thank you for tagging me Amy. Jangan serik tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesapa yang berminat sila buat tag ni. Aku nak gi mémorise Che Man punya answers, so I can be better wife. Ngeh.. ngeh.. ngeh…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nota ujung-ujung:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks Rosnah for your sms. Aku belum balas sms tu sebab sedih dengan jawapan sendiri. Buat sekian kalinya, aku tak dapat join sesi-makan-gelak-sampai-pipi-keras tu hari Ahad ni sebab balik kampung. Ada hal sikit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kot-kot nak breakfast gathering April ni, sila lah buat 11/4 atau 25/4, kat Subang Parade sebab Sabtu tu den off, tapi anak boleh hantar kat MIL. Sekian pesanan ujung-ujung saya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*sob sob* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-2390732758379523350?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/2390732758379523350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=2390732758379523350&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2390732758379523350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2390732758379523350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/03/facts-about-che-man.html' title='Facts About Che Man'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-7039306555927014042</id><published>2009-03-16T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:43:21.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pelik la'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pot Pet'/><title type='text'>Bahaya ni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had this weird dream last night (or was it this morning?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream, I received a letter, something like show cause letter from employer, but kindda technical letter, looked like you telephone bill – with columns, rows, boxes and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually sim card bill. WTF kan? Where got sim card bill? Hp bill adalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at first, I didn’t understand what the letter was about. The only thing I felt after I looked at the letter was angry &amp;amp; confuse at the same time. Really angry I tell you. The letter asked me to return my sim card for no reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I read the letter again. It was hard. You know what I mean la, if you ever tried reading in your dream, like you try to read exam questions that suddenly appear in your dream the night before you sit for your exam. Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after I tried very hard, I managed to read the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We have  investigated your sim card and found out that, during working hours, you were at sekian sekian shopping malls. Through your conversation with some sales girls, you were actually asking for some things to give your son for his birthday. In conclusion, you have violated company policy by using company facilities for your personal use during working hours. bla...bla... bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaa… camtu la lebih kurang. Ayat memang berterabur la kan. Al maklum lah ayat-ayat dalam mimpi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I argued with I-don’t-know-who in the dream about validity of the accusation &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(guilty conscious masa tu)&lt;/span&gt;, coz how the hell they know about that? Later I found out that my sim card got this ability to record my conversations or locations. Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to argue some more but Che Man woke me up. I opened my eyes, looked around for the letter, but it was nowhere to be seen. Oh! Mimpi rupanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was sitting on my bed tried not to laying down again, my head went saying: &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;“Bahaya la camni. Tah tah they already knew when I made love and all that?”&lt;/span&gt; Oh mengarut terus sampai ke situ aku. Nko ingat kau politician?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa maksud mimpi tu? Adakah disebabkan ada ura-ura boss nak meng-install software that could track which websites we logged in? Adakah sebab kekadang (ok ok... selalu) I check blogs during office hour? Atau adakah kerana Aiman yang sedang enak tidur disebelah mempunyai kuasa sakti yakni berkebolehan memberitahu melalui mimpi yang dia belum dapat hadiah harijadi nya lagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin semuanya di atas.            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-7039306555927014042?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/7039306555927014042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=7039306555927014042&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/7039306555927014042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/7039306555927014042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/03/bahaya-ni.html' title='Bahaya ni'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-7805786079082668488</id><published>2009-03-07T11:55:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:52:46.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Bundle of Joy'/><title type='text'>Today Aiman is 2 Years Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For my own pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have uploaded few photos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(eh.. tipu, many photos actually) of him .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday my dear Aiman Nuruddin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May you always have His blessing &amp;amp; love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have wonderful years ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH71Fjec7I/AAAAAAAAA8I/aCMIuOIYN_M/s1600-h/1+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310302325089137586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH71Fjec7I/AAAAAAAAA8I/aCMIuOIYN_M/s320/1+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 Day Old &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH7rxow_xI/AAAAAAAAA8A/6_ANdvM-faQ/s1600-h/One+and+half+Months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310302165123792658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH7rxow_xI/AAAAAAAAA8A/6_ANdvM-faQ/s320/One+and+half+Months.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1 and half month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Masa bersiap pergi specialist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He had lump in his neck. Luckly, nothing serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH7rogq6nI/AAAAAAAAA74/Y8jdlgZlqxU/s1600-h/Two+Months.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310302162673920626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH7rogq6nI/AAAAAAAAA74/Y8jdlgZlqxU/s320/Two+Months.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally at our house in Klang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH7rhV8FlI/AAAAAAAAA7w/tZ1JgUKnSNw/s1600-h/Three+months+.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310302160749860434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH7rhV8FlI/AAAAAAAAA7w/tZ1JgUKnSNw/s320/Three+months+.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 Months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310301829756175138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH7YQS5QyI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/m7hmPh-cW2M/s320/6+Months.JPG" border="0" /&gt;6 Months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2007/09/cukur-jambul.html"&gt;Cukur Jambul&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310302153773522866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH7rHWpn7I/AAAAAAAAA7g/sfBQc0_e2H8/s320/6+Months+Botak.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After cukur jambul.&lt;br /&gt;First time botak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310301819413402738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH7Xpw_FHI/AAAAAAAAA7I/HB_79PLkemE/s320/7+Months.JPG" border="0" /&gt;7 Months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baru pandai meniarap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310301827568700130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH7YIJXCuI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/EpCooW4eP24/s320/7+Months+ID.JPG" border="0" /&gt;7 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got his Kad Pengenalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH7XAWCDPI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Xzlgqg_Wrr4/s1600-h/8+Months.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310301808294497522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH7XAWCDPI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Xzlgqg_Wrr4/s320/8+Months.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2007/12/being-bullied-by-9-month-old-baby.html"&gt;Sedang belajar berdiri&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310301806609463938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH7W6ESeoI/AAAAAAAAA64/ygbLj6fH9Us/s320/9+Months.JPG" border="0" /&gt;9 Months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Aidilfitri for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310302157006743506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH7rTZgp9I/AAAAAAAAA7o/a3aAyojmAU4/s320/I+Year.JPG" border="0" /&gt;1 Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During his &lt;a href="http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2008/04/besdays.html"&gt;birthday party&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH5aH71McI/AAAAAAAAA6w/cOixSsUdIus/s1600-h/11+months.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310299662848438722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH5aH71McI/AAAAAAAAA6w/cOixSsUdIus/s320/11+months.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 11 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After &lt;a href="http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2008/04/bye-bye-hydrocele.html"&gt;herniotomy operation&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH5Z3QV--I/AAAAAAAAA6o/m1A4rvXBEPU/s1600-h/14+months.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310299658371070946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH5Z3QV--I/AAAAAAAAA6o/m1A4rvXBEPU/s320/14+months.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 14 Months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH5Z7AWtsI/AAAAAAAAA6g/3a7mG7PwflI/s1600-h/15+months.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310299659377751746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH5Z7AWtsI/AAAAAAAAA6g/3a7mG7PwflI/s320/15+months.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 15 Months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2008/06/aku-rimas-tengok-aiman-punya-rambut-dah.html"&gt;Exploring children playground for the first time&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH5ZslIsaI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/GqB1ZiyBh1Q/s1600-h/16+months+.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310299655505490338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH5ZslIsaI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/GqB1ZiyBh1Q/s320/16+months+.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 16 Months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His style of sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH5YzoPMhI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/mmEsAp-jtK4/s1600-h/17+months.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310299640217678354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH5YzoPMhI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/mmEsAp-jtK4/s320/17+months.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 17 Months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pantang tengok kucing, mesti nak tarik ekor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH5ISKX8XI/AAAAAAAAA6I/ArNmDsOHVvs/s1600-h/19+months+raya.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310299356356145522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH5ISKX8XI/AAAAAAAAA6I/ArNmDsOHVvs/s320/19+months+raya.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 19 Months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His second Aidilfitri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH5H513Q9I/AAAAAAAAA6A/LgUK8mSCkoY/s1600-h/20+months.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310299349827666898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH5H513Q9I/AAAAAAAAA6A/LgUK8mSCkoY/s320/20+months.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 20 Months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH5HqDEoyI/AAAAAAAAA54/owfmltjycmA/s1600-h/22+months+Basikal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310299345588101922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH5HqDEoyI/AAAAAAAAA54/owfmltjycmA/s320/22+months+Basikal.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 22 Months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mula belajar naik basikal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH5Hi9EDdI/AAAAAAAAA5w/e9UnkIABAwQ/s1600-h/22+months.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310299343683849682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH5Hi9EDdI/AAAAAAAAA5w/e9UnkIABAwQ/s320/22+months.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 22 Months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dah pandai nak cuba main video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH5HURBkWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/yGsLZHFZng4/s1600-h/23+months.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310299339741040994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH5HURBkWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/yGsLZHFZng4/s320/23+months.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 23 Months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First time in swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310309770396698994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbICmdfICXI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/w87L7dtPPUE/s320/DSC00841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dah la Ibu.... Malu la bebanyak gambar camni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hadiah harijadi mana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-7805786079082668488?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/7805786079082668488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=7805786079082668488&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/7805786079082668488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/7805786079082668488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-aiman-is-2-years-old.html' title='Today Aiman is 2 Years Old'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SbH71Fjec7I/AAAAAAAAA8I/aCMIuOIYN_M/s72-c/1+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-7293134784546159867</id><published>2009-03-02T14:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:06:17.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pot Pet'/><title type='text'>Gomok na ko?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Itu hari la. Dah lamo sobonar eh cito ni. Tak sompek nak update yo. Tadi den baco citor &lt;a href="http://comatosewithbraindamage.blogspot.com/"&gt;minah yang fav color pink tapi nickname dia green apple&lt;/a&gt;, pasal dia nak mintak jadi bahan cobaan untuk slimming centre. Toghuih den teringek hal yang jadi bebeghapo minggu lopeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cenggini cito eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada sekali tu hujung minggu, maso boss takdo, den bersantai-santai kek opis baco newspaper dio. Yo lah. Hari Sabtu kan… apo barang kojo kuek kan? Peh tu den ternampak lak satu iklan slimming center yang agak mahsyor kek Malaysia ni. Dio suh sms namo kito ngan cawangan yang kita raso nak cuba at free of charge. Den pun punyo la pendek akal, den poie sms tulih “N.omi S.ubang P.arade”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah la pendek akal, peh tu den leh ilang ingatan lak pasal tu. Boto..... Lansung tak ingat doh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu dopan eh tu, den cuti-cuti Malaysia, melepak kek kampung, den dapek call dari slimming centre tu. Dio kato nak bagi offer free trial untuk den kat slimming centre S,ubang P.arade. Suh den spare 3 jam. Mak ai…. Masalah bosa ni. Den sobonar eh takdo pun bagi tau laki den pasal sms tu. Ghaso menyosa pun ado. Cakap punyo cakap, akhir eh den ngan sales girl tu setuju set date untuk hujung minggu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days peh tu, den pun bagi tau la kek Che Man. Member rileks jo. Aik…? Polik ni, ingatkan nak marah. Mungkin dia pun sodar yang bini eh dah debab dan FOC offer cam ni takdo membocor an poket dio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi 2 hari sobolum tu, den pikir-pikir balik, 3 jam tu lamo. Kesian kek anak den tinggal lelamo. Kok terbeghak ko deh, kok ghindu kek den ko…..Peh tu den cakap kek Che Man, tak jadi la nak poie. Sok eh tu den nak call slimming centre tu. Tapi den baru perasan yang den sobonar eh takdo nombor tipon dio. Po laie… den google la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peh tu den terjumpo &lt;a href="http://nccc.org.my/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=815&amp;amp;Itemid=1"&gt;bondo ni&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.malaysiabrides.com/forum/London-Weight-Management-t4754.html"&gt;cito ni&lt;/a&gt; dan &lt;a href="http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/648101/latest"&gt;kisah ni&lt;/a&gt;. La wei… lagi bersemangat lak den nak cancel appointment. Toghuih den call. Minah tu suh explain napo tak jadik lak. Den maleh nak citor. Den cakap “I’ve change my mind. I’m not that fat la. Thank you anyway”. Peh tu dio citor yang dio dah book bilik la, itu la, ini la. Nasib kau la milah. Den bukan kesah na masalah ko do. Bolum jumpa nak push push, ni kang kalau dah kek dopan mato, maun den terpaksa sign up plak. Den ni bukan buleh orang push push – ghimeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi takpo la. Seb baik den teringat nak google. Walau asal eh nak carik nombor tipon (macam takleh tanyo operator), tapi dapek info lobeh laie. Elok la tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den dah gilo apo? Ado ko den poie hantar sms tu? Kok yo pun teringin, patut eh den google ko dulu ko… tanyo orang ko….. Yang den sebok-sebok nak kurus free napo? Melantak kuek, bosonam maleh, makan jamu kurus manjang lupo, minum herba tea terjeluek, peh tu komplen gomok! Bongok tul den ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok. Dulu den 45 kg. Lopeh bersalin budak bertuah tu, jadi 55 kg. Lopeh 3 bulan jadi 50kg. Sampai sekrang camni la. Gomok na ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kok korang tak paham entry ni, takpo do. Tosah ghisau-ghisau hati. Citor biaso jo. Tak koso den nak translate do. Den update ni dah cukup baik (untuk jiwo den sendiri).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak dapek nak nolong do….!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pst : Giler susah nak eja loghat Negeri Sembilan ni. Bebolit lidah den dibuek eh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-7293134784546159867?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/7293134784546159867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=7293134784546159867&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/7293134784546159867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/7293134784546159867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/03/gomok-na-ko.html' title='Gomok na ko?'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-333286468619972008</id><published>2009-02-18T12:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:12:36.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pot Pet'/><title type='text'>Entry Entry Akan Datang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tajuk tu tak bleh blah kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tengah busy sekarang ni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tapi kena update sket so korang tak yah tengok &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tajuk yang sama next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Almaklumlah, birthday Che Man lama berlalu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apa barang kan.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will update these next week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 birthdays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 wedding anniversary &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PD trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Annual dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Coming) Weekend stories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Or maybe I just put everything in one entry kan? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(apa-apa la Nomi... like anyone cares...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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Datang'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-5935764908394235807</id><published>2009-02-07T13:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T14:25:19.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrating'/><title type='text'>Today, 33 Years Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Che Man was born.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy birthday dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga di kurniakan kesihatan yang baik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Benti la merokok)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rezeki yang mencukupi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Kerja bersungguh, dapat increment, berjimat cermat &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;jgn kedekut dengan wife – not that you are la….)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati yang tenang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(kalau tak pikir hal-hal yang menyusahkan seperti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;bagaimana untuk mendapat girlfriend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;dan sebagainya, dijamin hati boleh tenang arrr..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kebahagian yang berpanjangan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for your info, I am bahagia with you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pst : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Share birthday cake yek?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-5935764908394235807?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/5935764908394235807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=5935764908394235807&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/5935764908394235807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/5935764908394235807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-33-years-ago.html' title='Today, 33 Years Ago'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-3785773860169395906</id><published>2009-02-06T09:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:26:49.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrating'/><title type='text'>Today, 32 Years Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am still here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Allah for all your blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank You Che Man for your love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you mak, abah, all family members, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in-laws, offiemates &amp;amp; friends for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(macam Oscar la pulak...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Thank you Boss for the Ang Pow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Thank you company for the birthdy cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299520453606907378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SYutxkUoHfI/AAAAAAAAA14/5VTE9W7HFSg/s320/IMG_0003_NEW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lap u olls&lt;/strong&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/5469264186218869562-3785773860169395906?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/3785773860169395906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=3785773860169395906&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/3785773860169395906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/3785773860169395906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-32-years-ago.html' title='Today, 32 Years Ago'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SYutxkUoHfI/AAAAAAAAA14/5VTE9W7HFSg/s72-c/IMG_0003_NEW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-2886688936257233235</id><published>2009-02-05T08:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:40:40.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am not Complaining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not-so work related'/><title type='text'>Today, 8 Years Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I join this company. I am still here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Is it good or bad?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months ago, my boss asked me to remind him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about my salary increment &lt;u&gt;today&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I will do that.&lt;br /&gt;Company business is not good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are talking about cutting expenses.&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; not wise to talk about salary increment &lt;u&gt;now&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I will not.&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-2886688936257233235?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/2886688936257233235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=2886688936257233235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2886688936257233235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2886688936257233235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-8-years-ago.html' title='Today, 8 Years Ago'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-7011610362126881809</id><published>2009-02-03T18:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:05:57.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am not Complaining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good News'/><title type='text'>..... Tetap Bersyukur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Che Man &amp;amp; I went to see this last weekend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298520603501878530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SYggaobRXQI/AAAAAAAAA1g/1Qjdg_5b1ps/s320/Rumah.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is not our unit. Ours is at the last row. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(mengadap ladang kelapa sawit, bleh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che Man said I should not go into the construction site, but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"alang-alang menyeluk pekasam, biar sampai ke pangkal lengan"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tak kan nak tengok dari jauh je. Aku dah le rabun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa la nasib, pintu berkunci pulak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dulu tu, ada gak aku tengok pintu yang terbuka. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sudahnya dapat jeguk dari luar je. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuma nampak hall dengan pintu master bedroom je. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tak puas hati sungguh. Che Man pulak tak mau temankan aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dia tengok gelagat aku dari jauh je. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tak senonoh betul bini dia melekap muka kat cermin tingkap &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nak tengok dalam rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is by the same developer with our current rented house, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only (agak-agak) 1.5km from the current house and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about the same type, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cannot help it but to compare between the two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;u&gt;was&lt;/u&gt; not very happy with the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my first draft of this entry, I’ve listed down the comparison. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later I decided to erase them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I should wait till I see the whole house in few months time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before I can make a better and fair comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;make me realized that I’ve started the comparison &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with negative thoughts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– &lt;em&gt;what I don’t like about the house!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That’s very negative of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets be more positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;For a start&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is going to be OUR very own house.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thank Allah for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even it is only a small 3-bedroom single storey house; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least we are going to have our own house end of this year &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(hoping for smooth construction progress).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tak yah sewa dari Mrs. Chua dah.&lt;br /&gt;Now, we kindda neglect to care / beautify the rented house especially &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the small garden &amp;amp; back area, thinking: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Ala.. takyah susah-susah… rumah sewa jer….”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess the motivation is not there coz it is not ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;That also must change la. Hehehehe….&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/5469264186218869562-7011610362126881809?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/7011610362126881809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=7011610362126881809&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/7011610362126881809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/7011610362126881809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/02/tetap-bersyukur.html' title='..... Tetap Bersyukur'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SYggaobRXQI/AAAAAAAAA1g/1Qjdg_5b1ps/s72-c/Rumah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-1694478957395342654</id><published>2009-01-29T17:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:57:28.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pelik la'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ada Penyibuk Di Sini'/><title type='text'>Cik Ti..... Angkara Engkau kah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Satu malam tu aku balik dari kerja, aku capai roti dari atas meja. Ambik sekeping dan ngap… terus gigit. Pas tu baru aku perasan hujung roti tu terkoyak. Rupa-rupanya setiap keping roti tu semua sama rupa cam tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che Man kata mungkin tikus yang makan. Memula aku tak leh nak terima hakikat yang dalam rumah aku ada Cik Ti ni. Ye lah.. tak pernah nampak tanda-tanda kehadiranya pun sebelum ni. Habis sebuku roti masuk tong sampah. Rugi ooo….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada satu malam lagi tu, aku capai coklat yang aku letakkan malam sebelumnya atas meja makan juga. Cuba korang tengok….. tengok…. Apa yang telah berlaku! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SYF7oMxaRkI/AAAAAAAAA1I/CVN1arDmNfg/s1600-h/Coklat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296650567317866050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SYF7oMxaRkI/AAAAAAAAA1I/CVN1arDmNfg/s200/Coklat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cilakak Cik Ti. Coklat aku pun dia sebat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada satu hari lagi tu, aku letakkan sesisir pisang yang aku bawa balik dari kampung atas cabinet dapur. Konon-konon nak tunggu pisang tu masak. Ngam-ngam la hujung minggu tu boleh buat cekodok. For few days, nothing happened. So aku ingat selamat la letak kat situ. Dan dan hujung minggu tu aku perasan sebijik pisang tu tinggal kulit je. Isi habis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok….. from there on.. takde lagi aku nak letak food kat luar almari dah. Semua mesti bertutup dalam balang / bekas atau masuk fridge / lemari saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada satu hal lagi. Pintu setor aku, walaupun aku dah rapatkan malam-malam, still pagi tu terbuka jugak. Aku tuduh Che Man, Che Man tuduh aku - tak tutup properly. Tu je la kerja nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas cuti tahun baru cina, sampai rumah dari kampung aku terasa-rasa macam sesuatu dah berlaku dalam stor tu. Aku buka perlahan-lahan and saw this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SYF7n8Z2mFI/AAAAAAAAA1A/73EzmxKVo18/s1600-h/bulu+ayam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296650562924091474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SYF7n8Z2mFI/AAAAAAAAA1A/73EzmxKVo18/s200/bulu+ayam.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rileks, ni bukan bulu ayam dari ayam &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(habis bulu saper?, tah la…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Maksud aku, bulu-bulu ni dari feather duster yang aku sangkutkan kat tombol pintu bahagian dalam stor tu. Aku syak Cik Ti jugak punya kerja la ni. Geram takleh kuar sebab aku dah tutup pintu rapat-rapat agaknya. Habis setengah feather duster tu disiat-siatnya. Aku biarkan je yang balance tersangkut kat situ lagi. Geli la nak usik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Malam tadi, aku punya perasaan semacam jugak waktu bukak pintu stor tu. Kali ni, Cik Ti sambung balik tugas dia yang tak habis tu. Habis semua feather duster punya balen bulu di cariknya. Hampeh. Dah aku kena beli feather duster yang baru kat Giant jap lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SYF7oEzhvOI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/fMrMNl-uuLA/s1600-h/pintu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296650565179260130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SYF7oEzhvOI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/fMrMNl-uuLA/s200/pintu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aku ingat tu je la kerosakan setakat malam tadi. Pas tu aku jumpa pintu bilik solat kena gigit. Pintu pun kau belasah Cik Ti? Apa kejadah nko nak masuk bilik ni pulak....... Nak carik sejadah ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak kira. Walau pun belum ada bukti, takde saksi dan tak pernah lagi aku nampak kelibat yang tertuduh, hati aku kuat mengatakan, ini semua kerja Cik Ti tu jugak. Panas agaknya hati dia sebab aku tak simpan food merata sekarang ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku nak kasi dia lebih panas hati, aku cepat-cepat ambik bekas balang kuih dari dalam stor and simpan kuih rose yang aku baru beli. Tak nak kasi chance kat Cik Ti nak rembat nanti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“Awat kesat semacam je tutup balang ni?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Rabbi… tutup balang tu pun kena toreh sekali ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Bedebah&lt;/s&gt; Melampau! Ini boleh menimbulkan marah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum banyak lagi kerosakan yang dia buat, baik aku pi beli gam tikus atau perangkap tikus berserta feather duster yang baru hari ni. Kot-kot dia tersangkut kat gam tu nanti, boleh la aku tayang feaher duster baru aku kat dia pastu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siap la Cik Ti ooiiiii…… tiada maaf bagi mu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pst:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kot-kot bukan Cik Ti yang punya kerja… angkara siapa yek? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5469264186218869562-1694478957395342654?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/1694478957395342654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=1694478957395342654&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/1694478957395342654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/1694478957395342654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/01/cik-ti-angkara-engkau-kah.html' title='Cik Ti..... Angkara Engkau kah?'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SYF7oMxaRkI/AAAAAAAAA1I/CVN1arDmNfg/s72-c/Coklat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-418194564534846676</id><published>2009-01-09T18:42:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:35:31.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jalan-Jalan'/><title type='text'>Cuti Tahun Baru</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bukan cerita basi. Cuma agak masam sikit. Sila bertahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam tahun baru hati sangat sakit dengan perbuatan seseorang yang lupa janji. The excitement to pack for 2 days vacation at Kota Keriangan terus merundum. Mood melayang. Jiwa kacau. Taktala itu sedar yang Syaitan sedang berbisik-bisik, namun diri membiarkan. Lantas terlintas bayangan-bayangan jahat di fikiran. Membayangkan &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'indahnya' &lt;/span&gt;malam dan &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'puasnya'&lt;/span&gt; hati jika aku turutkan saja kemahuan syaitan-syaitan yang sedang berdansa disekeliling ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*beristihfar*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mungkin akal masih waras. Mungkin keimanan berbaki di hati. Lantas ku panjatkan doa pada Illahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ya Allah. Hapuskan lah perasaan amarah yang meracau hati ini. Berikan aku kekuatan menepis taruhan syaitan-syaitan yang sedang kegirangan. Berikan aku daya untuk meneruskan malam dengan tenang. Amin”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku gagahi juga berkemas untuk perjalanan esoknya. Sambil berkali-kali memberitahu hati supaya bertahan – jangan buka mulut. Dalam keadaan sekarang, yang keluar pasti yang sinis. Tak da yang manis. Lebih baik diam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum tidur, aku berniat memaafkan diri sendiri. Memaafkan semua orang yang pernah membuat salah pada aku. Lantas aku beri ucapan ringkas pada mahkluk yang asalnya api :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Dengan nama tuhan yang Maha Pemurah lagi Maha Mengasihani. Sesungguhnya kau wahai syaitan yang dilaknat Allah; tidak beroleh kemenangan malam ini. Adanya kecintaan ku pada si dia (serta dengan izin dari Nya) hasutan mu telah aku atasi”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Aku berlindung denganmu Ya Allah daripada syaitan yang direjam. Amin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, despite slept at 2.30am, I managed to wake up early and feeling fresh and happy like nothing happened. Timing was nice. We reached MIL’s place as promised. Soon we made our way to G.enting H.ighlands and arrived safely at around 10.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to last minute arrangement, we only managed to book R.ia A.partment &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hajat hati nak duduk hotel dekat ngan theme park)&lt;/span&gt;. After one round up to the summit, we realized that we will not get parking space easily at that hour. So we berebut parking dengan apek &amp;amp; nyonya kat R.ia A.partment je. Dah tau check-in time 2pm tapi saja tried our luck. Not lucky. Apartment was sooooo not ready. So we left our things in the cars and walked. I repeat….. we WALKED to the indoor theme park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289473581769829730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWf8MqI0LWI/AAAAAAAAAyY/qLTBBfY8g8c/s320/Menapak.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Walaupun penat menapak, pantang nampak camera, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;boleh gak tersengih kita orang ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kesian semua orang menapak naik bukit, dengan sejuk, dengan stamina tahap zero &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(aku le ni). &lt;/span&gt;Lebih kesian kat FIL &amp;amp; MIL who had to walked that far, naik bukit lagi in that very cold weather. Oh! Did I say that already? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289473587197995490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWf8M-W_aeI/AAAAAAAAAyg/isWhNsfGioI/s320/Berhenti+rehat.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Singgah jap kat hotel mana tah. Tumpang toilet &amp;amp; ambik gambar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Si Aiman ni pulak tak tengok camera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dia dok hairan tengok beruk main gitar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai in-door theme park, tercengang-cengang aku. Dah berzaman tak ke sini. Tak tau camna nak mula.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Terkenang semula pengalaman bersama kawan-kawan masa bujang dulu. Time tu tido dalam keta. Hotel semua full. Time tu nyampah sikit ngan Che Man. Muka dia sentiasa macam mencuka coz girlfriend dia tak nak ikut sama. Tapi, ada hati lak nak ngorat kita. Eh eh! Tercerita lak!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We paid RM30 per person for all indoor rides access. Cuti sekolah &amp;amp; public holiday - what do you expect la kan? The place was packed like nobody business. After this &amp;amp; that, we picked up my MIL &amp;amp; FIL at &lt;em&gt;Stabak&lt;/em&gt;. Kesian dia orang kena tunggu je kita orang habis merayau. Ye la… kalau ikut kita orang nanti, tentu penat. Sudah tu dia orang tak mau ride anything there also. However, we made sure that diaorang tau that we were just nearby. &lt;em&gt;Stabak&lt;/em&gt; was a strategic location. Whatever ride we took, we will pas near them, so we lambai-lambai them. Hopefully they all tak rasa tertinggal gitu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289473585795554146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWf8M5In22I/AAAAAAAAAyo/hvhcZc1_90U/s320/Mary+go+round.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Benda alah ni dah habis pusing, tapi Aiman tak mau lepaskan kuda ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We walked back to the apartment. It was nearly 3.00pm. We were hungry but the apartment still was not ready. Didn’t really care. Masuk juga. Mengomel-ngomel la si tukang cuci. Berdengkit-dengkit la kaki kita orang memijak lantai sejuk &amp;amp; masih basah baru dimop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The apartment - all I can say: they swept &amp;amp; mopped the floor, wiped the (quite old) furniture but didn’t actually scrub the whole place. Got water heaters, cooking facilities &amp;amp; utensils (but due to halal issues we brought our own), kettle, iron, 3 king size beds complete with pillows &amp;amp; blankets. Extra bed chargeable at RM10 per set. We had additional 4 sets – ramai yang gi sebenarnya. No towels &amp;amp; no soap. RM450 per day was the rate for super peak for three-bedroom apartment. Down stairs has mini market and cafeteria that serves halal food at (surprisingly) reasonable price tag – nak balik baru perasan daaaa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panaskan lauk &amp;amp; makan. Petang tu, itu je la kerja nya. Makan, lepak, borak, watch TV &amp;amp; tido. Ingat nak naik ke Theme Park balik coz our wristbands masih valid. Rugi pulak tak gunakan sepenuhnya. Tapi memikirkan kena menapak lagi dalam cuaca camtu, tak larat la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night after Maghrib however, BIL who left to the theme park in the evening called and informed us there are some kereta sapu downstairs that can take us to the theme park for RM2 per person. Oh seronoknya takyah jalan jejauh lagi. So we went up again and yada.... yada... yada..... Food up there quite expensive &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I was told, didn’t really check),&lt;/span&gt; so we just bought some finger foods with coffee &amp;amp; tea. We had late dinner in the apartment later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289473594923874802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWf8NbI--fI/AAAAAAAAAy4/t25GsMOK_JA/s320/lepak+cafe.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Sudah-sudah la tu ambik gambar ibu oii..... Orang nak susu!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next day had brunch in the apartment and check-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289474172805119330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWf8vD6m_WI/AAAAAAAAAzI/6BdAJzQg8rw/s320/kabus.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ni tengahari buta sebelum naik ke Theme Park. Berkabus giler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We left our cars there and took kereta sapu to go up again. Ingat nak gi outdoor theme park but it was closed due to raining. So, indoor lagi la. We lepak-ed most of the time in one café pas tu rasa-rasa boring, jalan-jalan, penat kalau, lepak situ lagi minum-minum, pas tu rasa nak jalan, jalan balik. We took turn jaga kerusi &amp;amp; meja tempat lepak tu. Sila buat cam umah sendiri je. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289474163640869602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWf8uhxrouI/AAAAAAAAAzA/4Yfn_G7VNNU/s320/feeling+london.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Che Man beli benda alah yang tutup kepala &amp;amp; belit-belit kat leher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ni kat situ for RM15. Siap ada gloves untuk Aiman sekali. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Saja je kami nak feeling-feeling London.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289473590521813346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWf8NKvc2WI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Nb1Eg7A9g-s/s320/cafe+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kita orang buat cafe ni cam rumah sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Buat tempat makan minum, bagi anak susu, lepas lelah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;letak barang &amp;amp; tempat menunggu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left G.enting at 5.30pm after makan at B.urger K.ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIL : “Berapa harga burger ni?”&lt;br /&gt;Aku : “Tujuh belas hengget mak”&lt;br /&gt;MIL : *&lt;em&gt;Mata terbuntang&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289474172942853666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWf8vEbcpiI/AAAAAAAAAzY/8gA8VwAj7Z4/s320/rapper.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289474172259877538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWf8vB4nQqI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/1MqgazWTZUo/s320/nak+balik.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bye bye. Nak balik dah ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai Klang, lepas kemas kain baju, mandi dan sebagainya, packed barang untuk balik Nilai pulak. Spent the weekend there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, semua orang &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(paling-paling aku ler tu),&lt;/span&gt; malas masak. Decided to eat out. My father suggested to try a restaurant where his nephew sells ayam bakar and kerang rebus. Owner of this restaurant bela unta &amp;amp; rusa (or is it kijang?) kat situ juga. Besar gak kedai ni. Siap ada pentas karaoke lagi. Pentas tu rasanya lebih besar daripada pentas sekolah aku dulu. Makanan pun not bad. Harga sangat la murah. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ayam bakar sangat perisa &amp;amp; juicy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*promote untuk sedara sendiri sebab dah janji ngan dia* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWf9LqVIuDI/AAAAAAAAAzg/fgJhg-DrK3A/s1600-h/Unta+Corner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289474664153266226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWf9LqVIuDI/AAAAAAAAAzg/fgJhg-DrK3A/s200/Unta+Corner.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWgHGiL7EQI/AAAAAAAAA0I/85bg9t7pZ30/s1600-h/ayam+bakar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289485571184070914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWgHGiL7EQI/AAAAAAAAA0I/85bg9t7pZ30/s200/ayam+bakar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Restaurant ni terletak di jalan lama Nilai-Labu-Seremban. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nampak signboard ni kat sebelah kanan dari Nilai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ayam bakar yang marbeles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila sehari semalam berjalan-jalan carik makan, lepak 2 hari kat kota keriangan, sambung pulak balik kampung hujung minggu dan hari-hari diantaranya mendung saja (good excuse ni) , ini lah hasilnya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289474829676744514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWf9VS9Aj0I/AAAAAAAAA0A/epk77K-nTI4/s320/Kain+kotor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aku : Camna nak buat ni bang? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Che Man : Pilih-pilih mana patut, hantar dobi je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Saya sukerrr idea bernas sebegini! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-418194564534846676?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/418194564534846676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=418194564534846676&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/418194564534846676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/418194564534846676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/01/cuti-tahun-baru.html' title='Cuti Tahun Baru'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWf8MqI0LWI/AAAAAAAAAyY/qLTBBfY8g8c/s72-c/Menapak.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-529379074787748807</id><published>2009-01-07T12:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:44:20.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jalan-Jalan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pelik la'/><title type='text'>Panas Badan, Sawan Angin (dan Mahkluk Halus?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sejak Aiman mula merangkak lagi, MIL &amp;amp; SIL asyik suruh kami bawak Aiman pergi berurut. Budak kecik kena urut katanya sebab badan dia dalam stage macam tu akan sakit-sakit. Sebab tu meragam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never did bring him for massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until recently MIL &amp;amp; SIL mentioned that my son selalu terkejut dari tidur. Tak bagus untuk urat saraf. Kami patut bawa dia urut. Lagi pun berurut tu memang baik untuk budak-budak. Ibu tak berpengalaman macam aku ni, setuju saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami pun berjumpa dengan bidan kampung yang dikatakan pakar mengurut perempuan &amp;amp; kanak-kanak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mula-mula pegang Aiman, bidan tu commented that badan Aiman panas dari biasa tapi tak sampai tahap demam. Pada aku itu memang biasa. Badan dia memang selalu panas. Ramai orang komen macam tu tapi takle panas macam demam. Lagi pun dia sangat aktif dan kuat berpeluh. Mungkin sebab tu badan dia selalu terasa panas? Teori sendiri ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bidan tu tak setuju. Itu tanda yang tak bagus katanya. Lalu dia lumurkan badan Aiman dengan sejenis air (ada sejenis tumbuhan dalam mangkuk tu, tak tau apa dia). Air tu cam melekit sikit. Tapi aku kecewa sikit sebab dia tak urut pun. Sapu-sapu badan dengan air je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas tu dia belek-belek muka Aiman and said &lt;em&gt;“Muka dia ni, mahklus halus suka. Ada yang mengikut dan kacau-kacau sikit”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulak dahhhh! Honestly, aku tak percaya tapi aku angguk-anguk je la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result?&lt;br /&gt;Bidan tu bagi air tu untuk aku guna bila-bila badan Aiman panas. Tapi aku tak guna &amp;amp; dan dah buang pun (sebab dah lama sangat). Badan dia dah tak panas macam dulu lagi. Itu result positif yang ketara setakat ni. But for some reasons, kita orang tak pergi lagi sana, walaupun bidan tu ada pesan supaya datang lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week of December we went to Sekinchan, Selangor. MIL visited her besan there and we had lunch at Selera Rimba, Sg. Lembing. Mak aiii… jauh ke dalam, sampai aku ingat kami akan masuk hutan. Masakan jenis Banja &amp;amp; Jawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku tunjuk gambar sikit la. Baru real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWQtVaZu5LI/AAAAAAAAAww/eeDEdTK6Nvg/s1600-h/banner.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWQuZKC3PCI/AAAAAAAAAxo/towy5wBWYmI/s1600-h/banner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288402872167775266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWQuZKC3PCI/AAAAAAAAAxo/towy5wBWYmI/s200/banner.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWQuZfQysMI/AAAAAAAAAxw/22AQBZ-4zsI/s1600-h/Landak+masak+kicap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288402877863342274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWQuZfQysMI/AAAAAAAAAxw/22AQBZ-4zsI/s200/Landak+masak+kicap.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWQuZrHFbkI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Jzuirt0gkzI/s1600-h/rendang+kijang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288402881043852866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWQuZrHFbkI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Jzuirt0gkzI/s200/rendang+kijang.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Banner (takleh makan ni), Daging Landak &amp;amp; Daging Kijang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWQuZGwFtAI/AAAAAAAAAxg/DVg3fs3GGGk/s1600-h/ayam+hutan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288402871283725314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWQuZGwFtAI/AAAAAAAAAxg/DVg3fs3GGGk/s200/ayam+hutan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWQtuOHNPPI/AAAAAAAAAxY/WT5QoLeUnSI/s1600-h/ikan+baung.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288402134525361394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWQtuOHNPPI/AAAAAAAAAxY/WT5QoLeUnSI/s200/ikan+baung.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWQtWZ_WQ6I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/3oZNCIBV9go/s1600-h/ikan+puyu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288401725396763554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWQtWZ_WQ6I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/3oZNCIBV9go/s200/ikan+puyu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daging Ayam Hutan, Ikan Baung &amp;amp; Ikan Puyu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, MIL went for massage. Rupa-rupa nya my Che Man sudah pakat sama kakak dia for Aiman to be massaged too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she massages Aiman, she showed me 2 benjolan belakang telinga Aiman. According to her, Aiman ada sawan angin. Then she chec&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWQtVxevjMI/AAAAAAAAAxA/ZjNhjkJRgSY/s1600-h/ayam+hutan.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ked his body &amp;amp; face and you know what she said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ada mahkluk halus yang cuba dekat dengan dia! Tu la tidur dia terganggu”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey…. Dua orang tukang urut cakap benda yang sama! Camna ni? Adakah mereka telah berpakat; smsed or e-mailed each other the night before? Mungkin kah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me multiple choices:&lt;br /&gt;a) Buang angin Aiman&lt;br /&gt;b) Jauhkan Mahkluk halus &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWQtVuBL12I/AAAAAAAAAw4/a-XSFi7zRes/s1600-h/rendang+kijang.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Kedua-duanya di atas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pilih (C). Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time when his nenek being massaged, Aiman was there observing. Bila tiba giliran dia, bukan main ready lagi. He enjoyed it very much. Sekejap terlentang, sekejap meniarap, sekejap duduk walaupun ada masa nya muka berkerut-kerut tahan sakit. He also showed the makcik some part of his body (according to the makcik, he knows which part of his body yang tak berapa sedap). When she massaged his stomach, aku dengar bunyi :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trupppppp……. Trupppppp……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunyi angin dalam perut dia, kata makcik tu la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288404730313497762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWQwFULU3KI/AAAAAAAAAyI/zp780piGH8M/s320/urut.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anak ibu telah memberikan kerjasama yang baik. Bagus!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Next Aiman dimandikan dengan dua jenis air. Satu jenis yang agak melekit sikit, dan satu lagi baunya macam air limau. Mandi ni untuk menghalau mahkluk halus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We paid RM150. I am not sure whether there was a miscommunication between SIL, Che Man &amp;amp; the makcik, but I think, it is too expensive &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(berkira kan aku ni?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; coz yang aku tahu berurut dengan dia cuma RM15 to RM30 sahaja. So, mandi manda RM120? Ntahla. Apa pun, jangan risau ya mak cik, coz saya halal kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the makcik suruh kita orang ulang lagi at least lagi 2 kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result?&lt;br /&gt;Susah aku nak cakap. Dalam beberapa hari lepas urut tu, Aiman berak cair jer. Tak pasti ini ada kena mengena dengan process buang angin tu atau tidak. Tapi sesekali dia kembung juga lagi. Dia masih lagi sekali sekala terkejut-kejut dalam tidur. Sesekali teringat, he’ll ask me to massage his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasal mahkluk halus yang nak geng ngan anak aku tu, pun aku tak pasti camna. Confuse la nak percaya ke tidak. Aku cuma nak anak aku sihat, normal &amp;amp; happy. Yang lain-lain aku serahkan kebenarannya pada &lt;strong&gt;Dia&lt;/strong&gt;. Cuma &lt;strong&gt;Dia&lt;/strong&gt; yang maha mengetahui akan segala sesuatu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahhuallam. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-529379074787748807?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/529379074787748807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=529379074787748807&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/529379074787748807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/529379074787748807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2009/01/sejak-aiman-mula-merangkak-lagi-mil-sil.html' title='Panas Badan, Sawan Angin (dan Mahkluk Halus?)'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWQuZKC3PCI/AAAAAAAAAxo/towy5wBWYmI/s72-c/banner.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-7592238515247017751</id><published>2008-12-31T17:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:26:59.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rumah Kenduri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pot Pet'/><title type='text'>My Last Weekend (updated with photos)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am a kind of person who loves to stay home lying down reading magazines and &lt;em&gt;Nora Robert'&lt;/em&gt;s romance stories. But last Saturday I worked half day and the rest of the afternoon was all about Aiman since Che Man worked till 6pm. This little bully refused to sleep when mommy already mengantuk setengah mati. I prepared cucur bawang for late tea time. Che Man had his tea &amp;amp; cucur while I was giving Aiman his bath. Later they went out to padang to play. Just about half an hour or so, but I enjoyed my cucur, coffee and Nora Robert's in peace. Jadi la. After maghrib we went out to a bank in Klang and to T.esco in S.etia A.lam for dinner and purchased some stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually do my housework at night. Sweeping, wiping, mopping, arranging things, angkat kain, basuh kain, sidai kain, lipat kain, gosok baju, etc. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oohhh… these things about kain / baju related chores can never finish lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up a bit late the next morning, prepared simple breakfast at home and did some other house chores some more. I love doing laundry &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(but must use washing machine okkeh?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and really love sunny day on weekend so that I can do few loads of laundry. Sometimes I wonder why I do 2 loads of laundry everyday when only 3 people in house? Ntah la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siap-siap kan Aiman, laki &amp;amp; diri sendiri for a friend wedding reception. At 12.30pm some friends came over - to go to the kenduri together. We left my house at 1.00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kenduri stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; one. So many people nak jalan pun tergesel-gesel. Punya la banyak khemah. Lots of foods including ayam golek, cendol, keropok lekor, etc. Pengantin came in style – sat on top of minicar seats followed by many minicars, pastu berarak pulak with some pancaragam &lt;em&gt;(don’t know what to call them actually),&lt;/em&gt; disambut pulak dengan kompang, pas tu dipersembahkan pulak dengan pencak silat dan tah apa-apa lagi tah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yadi ooiiii! Kau ingat nko artis? Hehehehe….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengantin berseri-seri tapi tak sempat nak merenjis &amp;amp; ambik gambar sesama. Too hot, too crowded and already 3.00 something masa pengantin duduk kat pelamin. We wished we could stay longer. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Congratulations Yadi &amp;amp; Faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Moga bahagia hingga ke anak cucu. Here are some photos I managed to snap dalam kejauhan, keributan dan kemeriahan majlis yang menceriakan seluruh Klang hari tu. Cewaaahh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288030895804365490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWLcFSG1urI/AAAAAAAAAwo/CG_LUKR1wAE/s320/panjat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ni masa pengantin sedang datang. Sesak banget! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sapa nak ambik gambar, sila cari tempat untuk dipanjat. Tak koser Den.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288030864050005666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWLcDb0ApqI/AAAAAAAAAwY/XrDP7ociZdM/s320/Budak+pancaragam.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Budak pancaragam tengah menahan kepanasan &amp;amp; kelaparan (barangkali)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288030861549024482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWLcDSfutOI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Wryh8vlvtmg/s320/Silat.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pencak silat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288030852520683010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWLcCw3NJgI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/qnUMU2mg-B4/s320/sanding.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pengantin dok tersengeh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nota Kakiku&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bye bye 2008. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has been a good year for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Welcome 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Semoga bertambah kesejahteraan kita di tahun 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See you guys next year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5469264186218869562-7592238515247017751?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/7592238515247017751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=7592238515247017751&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/7592238515247017751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/7592238515247017751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-last-weekend.html' title='My Last Weekend (updated with photos)'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SWLcFSG1urI/AAAAAAAAAwo/CG_LUKR1wAE/s72-c/panjat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-2552792955614238732</id><published>2008-12-15T17:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:59:48.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pot Pet'/><title type='text'>Credit Card &amp; I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*ehem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; younger, my salary was little, but my ‘needs’ were huge and my mind was narrow. I ended up applied for a credit. Use RM1000 and pay only RM50 per month. Canteeekkkk….!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I thought about the convenient. No need to walk to the cashier when filling-up petrol. Then I thought I can use it while on emergency situation. Soon I found myself always in ‘emergency’ situations. Car services, clubbing, holidays, shopping, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swipe! Swipe! Swipe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The card finally reached the limit but I only paid for minimum payment. I got stuck there! Did I learn? Nope! I applied for another one coz at that time I badly ‘needed’ a new gadget for myself. Getting another card was the only way I could think of at the time. Considered emergency jugak kan? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:b61MH5BWNmOEhM:http://animals.nationalgeographic.com/staticfiles/NGS/Shared/StaticFiles/animals/images/primary/black-spider-monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoh? Ekau ambik satu kad laie? Gilo ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few years, both cards reached the limits and I could only afford the minimum payments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I found a way to get rid of one card. I took a loan offered by the credit card company. Paid the 1st card and made re-payment using the 2nd card &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the bank so baik hati to increase the credit limit of the 2nd card)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Though the first card gone, the payment I made for another card has increased – in total lebih kurang macam pakai dua cards but this time, I know in 3 years, the loan will be settled. If I continued with the 1st card and at the same time have to use it &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(coz tak cukup cash every month),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tak tau bila boleh habis bayar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many years I have to depend on credit card. When it reaching the limit, the bank offered me some more cash (loans) to settle the debt with lower interest and make re-payment through credit card. I gave in. Not once, but many times – became bad habit already. This year I calculated the total re-payment for all these loans &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yang konon-kononnya nak kurangkan hutang credit card)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I got so scared and frustrated. The bank didn’t lie to me. Those loans were certainly helped me with my credit card balance but I still have long way to go. The last re-payment will be at the end of year 2011! Itu pun kalau aku tak ambik apa-apa loan lagi, and my credit card balance will be still mountains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt trapped! Frustrated! Very-very sad every time I bank-in the money. I only have myself to blame. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:4A76e6OojXg1pM:http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j84/funkymonk16/MonkeySad.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Makcik sodeh. Hutang makcik menimbun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mula la aku berangan, that one fine day, somebody so baik hati will offer me a interest-free loan so I can use it to pay my credit card with all loans that attached to it. Berangan punya berangan, I guess it has become my everyday doa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, my doa came true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only this time, it was not offered to me, but I proposed for it when I saw an opportunity. Well, not all dreams can come true kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first someone gave me some cash coz of terlebih rezeki - rezeki dia la. Wah! Banyak duit ye sekarang? Then I thought, maybe I can ask &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(tak malu kan?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for interest-free loan with affordable re-payment scheme and top-up with the cash he already gave me and I can clear my credit card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows betapa tebalnya muka aku waktu tu. Berhari-hari aku susun ayat. Terbayang akan sessi soal jawab. But the only question was; “Berapa banyak nko nak guna?” hehehe….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the bank. The officer tried to discourage me by saying something about early settlement penalties and all that. She told me to just clear my credit card balance and make payment on loans as usual. I made my own calculation and decided it is best that I make early settlement for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After little confusion it finally settled! Yeepiiiiiii!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:D8D4bffAqvWrmM:http://www.monyetpinter.com/media/happy_monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Makcik sukerrrrr...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wanna make this clear to myself &amp;amp; my dear family. I still will use my credit card. But I will only use to the amount of which I know I can pay in full when it’s due. In fact, I already know how much I can afford to pay monthly. I know&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ‘cakap je boleh la’,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but after suffering &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(chewah!)&lt;/span&gt; all these years, I finally learnt my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Discipline! Discipline! Discipline!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting next month, I will re-pay the so-baik-hati-tak-banyak-tanya-the-interest-free-loan provider HALF of what I’ve been paying for credit card, standby limited RM for FULL SETTLEMENT on credit card expenses and SAVE THE BALANCE untuk hari tua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-2552792955614238732?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/2552792955614238732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=2552792955614238732&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2552792955614238732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2552792955614238732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2008/12/credit-card-i.html' title='Credit Card &amp; I'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-3828242911596576011</id><published>2008-12-02T18:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:21:52.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jalan-Jalan'/><title type='text'>Dating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;*Sila nyanyi macam lagu madu tiga P.Ramlee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Senangnya dalam hati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esok dah ambik cuti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nak Pergi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tengok wayang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dua citer sekali!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275135058173642066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/STULYvSmRVI/AAAAAAAAAwI/7TAllKKuqfM/s320/Baju+tido.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bu nak gi ner haaa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aiman nak itot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5469264186218869562-3828242911596576011?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/3828242911596576011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=3828242911596576011&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/3828242911596576011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/3828242911596576011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2008/12/dating.html' title='Dating'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/STULYvSmRVI/AAAAAAAAAwI/7TAllKKuqfM/s72-c/Baju+tido.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-2585996541549010462</id><published>2008-11-26T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:06:08.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good News'/><title type='text'>Syukur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I posted &lt;a href="http://www.mynormalself.blogspot.com/2007/10/kambing-hitam.html"&gt;THIS ENTRY&lt;/a&gt; more than a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak dapat rasanya mendedahkan perkara yang sebenar atas sebab perundangan. Cukuplah aku katakan yang waktu itu ianya adalah berita buruk yang sukar untuk kami sekeluarga percayai &amp;amp; lalui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa tu seluruh negara sedang hangat memperkatakan satu isu dalam negara. Siapa sangka yang ahli keluarga sendiri terheret sama? It was in the newspaper and on TV. Ramai pulak orang datang bertanyakan cerita di sebalik cerita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu itu, bukan lagi soal bersalah atau tidak. Ia lebih pada soal membuktikan diri tidak bersalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siang malam doa dipanjatkan. Biar yang hak tegak, yang batil rebah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ni, aku terima berita manis. Ianya sangat manis sampai aku menangis sambil memanjat rasa syukur pada Yang Esa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua tuduhan digugurkan pada babak akhir episod yang malang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mengenangkan kembali setahun yang berlalu, ada juga kebaikan disebalik semua kepayahan ini. Terang lah siapa sebenarnya kawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdullillah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-2585996541549010462?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/2585996541549010462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=2585996541549010462&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2585996541549010462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/2585996541549010462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2008/11/syukur.html' title='Syukur'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-7165964289816386465</id><published>2008-11-21T12:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T11:06:57.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Bundle of Joy'/><title type='text'>Cerita Si Aiman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270971708301723986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SSZA14Z1SVI/AAAAAAAAAl8/MMz8aMkr5Yg/s320/Baju+mearh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;He is now 1 year 8 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perkara yang paling ketara dengan Aiman sekarang ialah, dia sedang belajar bercakap. Dia dah ingat banyak benda dan belajar sebut macam-macam. Chatter box budak ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam kereta setiap pagi &amp;amp; petang about 20 minutes to / from his nenek’s house, apa yang dia nampak dalam perjalanan semua dia try nak sebut dan tunjuk. For examples; Lo..ie… (Lorry), Bash (Bus), Oto (Motor), Ka..kar.. (Car) yang paling tak bleh blah is ‘Ayah Pin’ which means ‘Airplane’!. We never teach him; but he could associate some vehicles with some names; like whenever he sees Innova, he’ll say ‘Pak Yong’ (Pak Long = my BIL who is driving Innova). When he sees a motorcycle that look likes his uncle bike, he’ll says ‘Achik’. Whenever he sees river / pond, he’ll say ‘Iskh’ ‘Iskh’ which means ‘fish’. Kekadang tu, nampak air lopak pun dia tegur "Iskh ishk"' jugak. Bila dah dekat nak sampai tol, he’ll say “tit tit” (smart tag / Touch &amp;amp; Go). Balik dari ambik dia, kalau kami melencong dari jalan ynag biasa kami ikut, he’ll get risau. Tengok kiri kanan and look at us. Dia tau tu bukan jalan yang biasa kami ikut. Expresi muka konpius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been calling Che Man &amp;amp; my self ‘ayah’ and now he has started to call me ‘BU’. It melts my heart whenever he calls us coz the way he calls us is sooooo manja. Words can’t describe my feeling whenever I hear him calling us like that. Heaven! However, at times dia sengaja menyakat aku ngan Che Man by calling us ‘Pak Tam’and ‘Mak Tam’ like how his cousins call us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sekarang, tengah sibuk nak belajar bercakap ni, macam-macam benda dia dah pandai minta / arah. For example:&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;em&gt;Nak mam achik&lt;/em&gt; (nak makan nasi) – sambil panjat kerusi makan.&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;em&gt;Ting ner? Ting?&lt;/em&gt; (punting mana? punting?) – sambil angkat-angkat kening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;· Bush tess&lt;/em&gt; (brush teeth) – sambil ketuk pintu bilik air&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;em&gt;Nak Air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;· Nak cucu / mirk&lt;/em&gt; (nak susu / milk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;· Bik Bik / Tip tip&lt;/em&gt; (ambil / kutip) – sambil tunjuk barang yang dia nak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could counts, tapi tak pernah sampai sepuluh. Nampaknya dia sangat cepat bosan bila kita start to teach him 123 atau ABC. I can ask him to urut my legs – those lovely-so-smooth-little fingers really can make me relax. But as I said, dia cepat bosan, urut tak sampai seminit, pas tu lari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he plays, he likes to play with round things lebih-lebih lagi kalau benda tu berpusing. I think he is quite obsess with round things. Sejak kecil lagi dia suka tengok benda bulat &amp;amp; berpusing. He recognizes mcam-macam jenis kipas. He’ll say “fan fan” when he sees one. Macam tu jugak dengan tayar. Lori yang lalu sebelah kereta tu punya la besar, dia sibuk nak tengok tayar je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270971713510396338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SSZA2LzrUbI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Qh2oYXlLwnQ/s320/tyre.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Asyik betul dia kalau dapat tayar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang dia dah faham yang dia mesti baca doa sebelum makan, sebelum kereta bergerak dan sebelum tidur. Tapi masih tunggang terbalik dan pelat dan omit itu dan ini. Bila orang lain baca doa, dia aminkan. Yang aku tak larat, selamba je dia angkat takbir &amp;amp; sujud depan bilik air. Itu alas kaki la sayang, bukan sejadah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270971718183657874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SSZA2dN3oZI/AAAAAAAAAmU/lqsSAmGMwRQ/s320/Aiman+baca+doa.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Tengah baca doa makan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila dia ambil barang tangan kiri, kami akan tanya, “Tangan mana?”. Dia akan angkat tangan kanan pas tu baru hulur kat kita. Mula-mula dulu, aku tanya spontan je, rupa-rupanya dia dah belajar dari nenek dia. Satu lagi yang dia biasa buat tapi bukan aku yang ajar; he’ll say ‘masehhh’ (terima kasih) bila kita bagi dia something atau sambut barang yang dia hulur. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah! That is very nice word from him everyday, many times a day. He’ll say this at almost perfect tone and pronounciation whenever he sees something patah, tumpah, pecah, berselerak --------&gt; konon-konon terperanjat sangat lah. tu. Kadang-kadang yang pecahkan / tumpahkan dia la culprit nya, dia akan just walk away and later come back, pura-pura terrrrr…nampak kesan perbuatan dia tadi and shout like he is so surprise “Ya Allah! Ya Allah! Empahhhh! (tumpah) ” Emm…... aku nak marah pun tak jadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia sekarang dah tinggi. Dah dapat capai barang dari almari dapur dan dah boleh buka pintu bilik air sendiri. Terpaksa aku takut-takut kan dia pasal hot bowl / pot / mug by saying “Hot! Hot”. Bila dengar camtu, dia tak berani usik &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(mula-mula nak ajar dia dulu, aku sentuhkan sikit jari dia pada hot mug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). Taktik ni jugak yang aku gunakan bila aku tak mau dia kacau aku minum kopi. I’ll say to him “hot! hot!” terus member tak jadi usik mug aku. Kalau kat bilik air, he’ll say “icin icin” (licin) sambil tunjuk lantai, but he will step into the bathroom anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to food, he loves spicy &amp;amp; hot food. He also prefer mee, pasta, roti rather than rice. But he does not eat a lot. Nasib baik dia kuat minum susu and has no problem taking his vitamins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270971714495232578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SSZA2PeeukI/AAAAAAAAAmE/KnGpqS2JgKk/s320/Makan.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                                                                 Suka makan sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu yang buat aku pening. Hampir setiap malam dia tidur lebih kurang kul 1.30 pagi. We all dah tak larat dah. Macam-macam cara aku buat, dari pujuk, tepuk, tutup semua lampu, takut-takut kan dia, marah dan lepuk; semua tak jalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like last night, it was around 1am, lepas kena marah ngan Che Man dia baring mengiring arah dinding. Lama camtu, ingatkan dah tido. Aku pun tertidur. Alih-alih aku sedar dia senyap-senyap dan pelan-pelan cuba melangkah aku &amp;amp; Che Man. Cuba nak turun dari katil. It was so funny to see him keras when I move a bit, pas tu continue his project. Sekali tu, Che Man yang sedang tidur kalih badan, Aiman cepat-cepat melompat over me to his side of the bed, pretended to sleep ------&gt; tu kes takut kena marah ngan ayah dia la tuh! Pelakon! Cam tu la everynight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah pukul berapa dia tidur, aku pun tak pasti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Che Man told me, he found Aiman punya mainan dalam bilik. Meaning, si Aiman ada bangun (masa kita orang dah tido), ambik mainan tu dari bekas permainan dia kat living room and bring them into the bedroom. See? Dengan lampu semua dah tutup, tinggal lampu garage je, berani dia tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu, Aiman guna buaian. Memang asalnya tak mau kasi dia tidur buai, but if you follow this blog earlier, you know how &amp;amp; why I changed my decision on the matter. Later, after buaian at his nenek’s dah ranap, he has problem sleeping there also. Kesian nenek pening kepala, we sent the buaian there and now we have this problem pulak! We endured for few months hoping things will get better but it getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week, we all dalam dilemma whether or not to buy him a new buaian. And this morning, I could not stand it anymore &lt;em&gt;“Beli buai dia malam ni jugak!”&lt;/em&gt; I told Che Man. &lt;em&gt;“Esok je kita gi beli. Esok kan kita cuti”&lt;/em&gt; sib baik Che Man setuju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinggal satu malam lagi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-7165964289816386465?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/7165964289816386465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=7165964289816386465&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/7165964289816386465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/7165964289816386465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2008/11/cerita-si-aiman.html' title='Cerita Si Aiman'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SSZA14Z1SVI/AAAAAAAAAl8/MMz8aMkr5Yg/s72-c/Baju+mearh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-6199228997055361354</id><published>2008-11-13T15:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:22:19.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pot Pet'/><title type='text'>Buat Entry ni Sebab Boss gi Outstation (Apa punya title daa...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After 2 weeks, books that I purchased through eBay finally arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Taaaraaaaa......!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268044034927418146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SRvaI3L22yI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Eeize4SL6OU/s320/Nora+Roberst.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh! Hati ku gumbira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The books are definitely second hands but the condition are still very very good. Macam baru. Tak sabar nak mula baca nih!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cerita lain lak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hampir je aku kehilangan alternate Saturday off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My boss went balastic when few incidents happened during weekend. He blamed those on lack of supervision from staffs during weekends &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(memang betul la pun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and decided to cease the policy of alternate Saturday off - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;walaupun aku rasa tak berapa kena mengena dengan the group of staffs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I only prepared the memo for his signature on the next day, hoping that by the time he sees the memo, his anger already coof off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cool off he did - sungguh drama. Selamat.....!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On diffrent note, &lt;a href="http://www.mynormalself.blogspot.com/2008/10/pocah-rahsio-den.html"&gt;my niece &lt;/a&gt;has passed her UPSR with 5As - as expected. Congratulation my dear. Now she is eagerly filling-up application forms for boarding school - M.RSM or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maka aku teringat kejadian dolu-dolu:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku masuk sekolah-berasrama-yang-tak-berapa-penuh a month after tingkatan satu sudah mula. Hated it so much. I cry like everyday and later jatuh sakit &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(demam je actually)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; My parents came &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(aku yang suh datang, sapa lagi....)&lt;/span&gt; and I insisted they take me home - to see doctor la konon. It was at night. Kelambu pun dah pasang masa tu. After 2 days MC, aku cakap kat mak yang aku tak mau balik asrama. Nak tukar sekolah terus. Mak ngan abah pun pi asrama tanggal kelambu, kemas barang-barang aku bawak balik. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku masuk balik sekolah lama. Sampai kelas je; bebudak tepuk tangan &lt;em&gt;"Welcome back! welcome back!" &lt;/em&gt;. Cilakak they all. Nasib baik few days after that ada 2 orang kawan aku yang mengikut jejak aku berambus dari sekolah tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku tak nyesal keluar dari situ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(bukan sekolah best pun). &lt;/span&gt;Cuma aku kesal tak applied for sekolah berasrama penuh walaupun masa tu ada peluang &lt;em&gt;(due to some reasons; tapi aku maleh elobarate). &lt;/em&gt;I had a good chance to enter S.MAP L.abu &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(See? Nama sekolah pun aku dah tau masa tu!)&lt;/span&gt; Kot-kot aku belajar kat situ dulu, tentu aku jadi manusia yang berlainan sket daripada sekarang kan? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agaknya la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-6199228997055361354?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/6199228997055361354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=6199228997055361354&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/6199228997055361354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/6199228997055361354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-2-weeks-book-that-i-purchased.html' title='Buat Entry ni Sebab Boss gi Outstation (Apa punya title daa...)'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SRvaI3L22yI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Eeize4SL6OU/s72-c/Nora+Roberst.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-3831231051719469118</id><published>2008-11-08T09:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T09:49:12.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pot Pet'/><title type='text'>Shy Shy Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two days ago, I was lepaking with some friends and then I saw one familiar face - &lt;em&gt;a popular blogger&lt;/em&gt;. I ‘auto-smile’ coz I feel delighted to see her. Really. I admire her beautiful face, her fashion sense and I love her blog. She once commented in my blog also. She (I think la....) smiles back. In my head &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;“Is she smiling at me? Cannot be what… she has a smiling face, that’s all. Aku yang perasan”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order not to embarrass myself, aku tahan je from saying &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Hi! I read your blog everyday, you know! Boleh ambik gambar sesama tak?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like terserempak dengan your favorite actress. Jakun? Suka hati la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she left, I feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this problem – it is very difficult for me to approach someone for the first time. That is why I do not want to do sales / marketing job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more, there were people commented that I have sombong / garang / unfriendly face. Only later after they know me better, they said that I am actually the opposite of all that - &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;except for garang part la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bukan garang la oiii… aku &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TEGAS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; ---------&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; Mati la statement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened that day bukan pasal muka aku sombong atau garang. The real reason: aku &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;PEMALU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Tak caya tanya Rosnah – &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;bleh tetiba kait kan kau Ros?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam sukar dipercayai yang aku ni pemalu kan Wani?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dengan muka aku yang nampak sombong dan sifat aku yang pemalu ni, I have very few NEW friends this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;a href="http://ohmysweettooth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sweetthooth&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;To answer your question in my previous entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady yang suddenly tersengih ala kerang busuk bila nampak you entered the Old Town Kopitiam in Shah Alam Mall that day and later buat dono / bodoh / berlakon macam tak nampak you jer…… that’s ME – the wanita PEMALU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sorok muka*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-3831231051719469118?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/3831231051719469118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=3831231051719469118&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/3831231051719469118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/3831231051719469118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2008/11/shy-shy-cat.html' title='Shy Shy Cat'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-8256240247017939762</id><published>2008-10-31T14:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:58:28.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pot Pet'/><title type='text'>Terjebak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, Che Man picked me up late due to some I-don't-know-what jobs he needed to supervise. I decided to check on &lt;a href="http://www.ebay.com/"&gt;eBay&lt;/a&gt; – simply la nak buang masa. Lagi pun tak pernah jenguk website ni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263203711130880034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SQqn4755SCI/AAAAAAAAAls/a1M7ejMr104/s320/eBay.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Me being me, terpandang books of 4 on bidding at veryyyy low price. Pantang tok nenek aku jumpa buku bagus yang murah; aku pun gatal gi bid sekali. Walhal sepatah haram pun aku tak pernah guna eBay ni, apalagi pasal dia punya terms &amp;amp; conditions. Sudahnya, I registered myself and I won the bid. Mampus! Buta-buta je aku buat commitment ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked the payment terms and it says - &lt;a href="http://www.paypal.com/"&gt;PayPal&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263203706997846066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SQqn4sggMDI/AAAAAAAAAlk/3_iA9aVQ2Mo/s320/PayPal.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kejadah apa PayPal ni? Well, no choice, since I have committed myself, so I have to read about PayPal &amp;amp; register pulak. So scary ok, to give out your credit card number online like that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(walhal nko tak berapa paham lagi, what this is all about)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Not that I’ve never done that before; I’ve given out my credit card number for hotels &amp;amp; flight bookings - but not using PayPal lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Checked eBay, registered, bid, lost, bid again &lt;em&gt;(gatal!),&lt;/em&gt; won, panic, read PayPal, registered, received invoice, paid the seller &amp;amp; received receipt – all within half and hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! That is not the only online commitment I made yesterday. I also made a commitment to &lt;a href="http://www.youthsays.com/"&gt;Youthsays&lt;/a&gt; for a their upcoming project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263203704193012722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SQqn4iDx0_I/AAAAAAAAAlc/SM54-49O9K0/s320/YouthSays.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is a very cool site. I make money daily because of the broadcast badge in my blog and just by taking some surveys from time to time. Yelah…. cam blog aku ni mana layak dapat &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/"&gt;Nuffnang&lt;/a&gt; adds (never tried / checked / clicked / registered pun!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I only have to wait for the books to be delivered and for Youthsays to contact me – &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am selected la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooooo easily terjebak lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-8256240247017939762?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/8256240247017939762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=8256240247017939762&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/8256240247017939762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/8256240247017939762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2008/10/terjebak.html' title='Terjebak'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SQqn4755SCI/AAAAAAAAAls/a1M7ejMr104/s72-c/eBay.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-1439656847025158876</id><published>2008-10-28T12:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:32:43.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pot Pet'/><title type='text'>Pocah Rahsio Den</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I spent my extended weekend at my parents’place and did few raya visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 12-year-old niece who stays next to her atuk’s house came and told me she 'accidentally' found my blog! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like…. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her : “Ade bagitau ayah tak?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ayah = BIL)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She happily said : “Tu…... ayah tengah baca”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HIYAAAAA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night she showed me how she managed to find my blog. As she was proudly doing her presentation, suddenly her atuk datang and said &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;“Eh…??? Apo bondo eh tu?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(mungkin terkejut tengok gambar cucu dia in some web)&lt;/span&gt; I quickly asked my niece to close the window and run, but I know abah will find it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada family korang baca blog korang tak? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262165557995659170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SQb3seGgX6I/AAAAAAAAAk8/LZaFXl7_JPM/s320/Iya+%26+Aiman2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 'Culprit' in red&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pst: Abah, jangan ngadap PC lelamo, nanti mak marah! hehehehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-1439656847025158876?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/1439656847025158876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=1439656847025158876&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/1439656847025158876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/1439656847025158876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2008/10/pocah-rahsio-den.html' title='Pocah Rahsio Den'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SQb3seGgX6I/AAAAAAAAAk8/LZaFXl7_JPM/s72-c/Iya+%26+Aiman2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-3155857689836131387</id><published>2008-10-14T18:30:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:26:01.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jalan-Jalan'/><title type='text'>Che Man Komplen Lagu Raya dah Tak Banyak Main</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entry kali ni panjang, dengan gambar-gambar yang tak berapa clear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;serta cerita yang sudah basi! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SEBELUM RAYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Kami balik Nilai petang sebelum raya tu. Dah banyak yang mak, abah &amp;amp; adik-adik aku buat. Rasa nak nangis okey tengok mak aku yang suffering from arthritis tu terbongkok-bongkok siapkan 2 kuali besar rendang dan 1 periuk besar sup tulang. Nasib baik ada adik-adik aku tolong. Aku kemas-kemas umah pas tu gi kedai rembat apa-apa yang belum cukup lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam raya mak aku kata dia dah request orang takyah takbir kat umah. Tak larat katanya. Walaupun kurang meriah tapi aku okey je. Memang tak menang tangan la kalau ada takbir kat rumah malam tu. Busy tak busy, kol 3 pagi jugak la aku tido malam tu. Che Man lak sempat &lt;em&gt;(buat pertama kali aku rasa)&lt;/em&gt; ikut orang gi takbir kat kampung aku ni sampai satu pagi. Itu pun dah dibahagikan dalam beberapa kumpulan. Kalau dulu-dulu mau kul 5 pagi baru settle. Bayangkan kepenatan orang-orang yang berjalan seluruh kampung tu dan bayangkan lah betapa lamanya tuan rumah yang terakhir tu kena berjaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;HARI RAYA PERTAMA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pagi raya lepas Che Man dan para lelaki sekalian gi Surau untuk sembahyang raya, aku pun kat dapur siap kan breakfast dan apa-apa patut. Aku dah agak, raya tahun ni aku dah tak boleh nak bersantai-santai ikut suka aku. Semuanya kena coordinate ngan Aiman punya timing. So pagi tu aku breakfast dengan pakai baju tido sorang-sorang, cepat-cepat. Pas tu tuan muda Aiman pun jaga dari tidur. Siapkan dia dulu. Bukan main exited dia pakai baju raya. Cuma kopiah jer yang dia lansung tak mau pakai. Baru je aku nak capai towel gi mandi aku dengar keta laki masuk garaj. Aiyakkkk! Kelam kabut aku mandi dan siap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256955714290735170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SPR1Xp5CWEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/PUDPcOJ8VJI/s320/Aiman+lasak.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256955717109477714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SPR1X0ZE8VI/AAAAAAAAAj4/rWu8QxNC1JU/s320/breakfast.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Masa they all breakfast, cam biasalah aku kena jaga anak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pas makan bersalam-salaman, pas-pas duit raya and ambik gambar. Acara pagi raya yang biasa. Dah beberapa kali aku ingat nak remove the coffee table, but keep forgetting. Spoil lagi gambar raya tahun ni cam tahun lepas gak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256955718515317122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SPR1X5oQWYI/AAAAAAAAAkI/GYPi-EdkZHw/s320/Family+Photo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My family members minus my brother &amp;amp; my new BIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256955718159420706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SPR1X4TZzSI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Az-29kCl8y8/s320/Aiman+%26+I.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas acara kat rumah, cepat-cepat kami kunci pintu rumah, gi rumah uwan yang tak berapa jauh dari rumah kami. Kalau lambat nanti, rumah kami kena serbu, alamat tak boleh keluar lah. Masa ni pakcik makcik &amp;amp; sepupu sepapat aku dah sampai. Lepas tu dia orang datang umah aku pulak, pas tu kita orang gerak dari rumah ke rumah sekeliling (semuanya sedara mara), rehat tengah hari, sambung petang, rehat mahgrib, sambung lagi sampai tengah malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gambar kat Rumah Uwan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Tapi gambar Uwan takde plak!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256955723590896770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SPR1YMiXjII/AAAAAAAAAkQ/5uaZCLbtFxw/s320/sisters+only.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ramai rupanya adik-beradik perempuan aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256955938473424018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SPR1ktCWtJI/AAAAAAAAAkg/E4ZzRhko55Q/s320/with+cousins.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me, my sisters with some of my cousins (my mom's side)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;HARI RAYA KE-2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Second day banyak lepak kat umah sambut tetamu and at night merayau lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HARI RAYA KE-3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami dalam 4 buah kereta bertolak ke Sungai Petani, Kedah. Aku singgah Shah Alam ambik FIL &amp;amp; MIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam keta Che Man sound:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Awak belum minta maaf kat saya lagi kan?”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah! Camna boleh lupa lak ni? Ingat nak do in private hari raya pertama tu. Dok kecoh itu dan ini, sampai terlupa lak. So macam tahun lepas, kami bermaaf-maafan dalam kereta. Kalau tahun lepas masa on the way to Melaka, tahun ni masa on the way to Shah Alam. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Maap zahir batin bangggg....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami tumpang barang-barang yang tak perlu kat rumah MIL. Tu la masalahnya, bawa barang macam nak balik setahun. Pas tu sumbat barang-barang yang perlu kat dalam keta dan bergerak ke utara. Stop berkelah kat &lt;em&gt;R&amp;amp;R Sungai Perak&lt;/em&gt; for lunch with everyone else and direct to Sungai Petani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Sungai Petani, singgah kampung my BIL. My sister and her family dah sampai sehari sebelum tu. Minum petang &amp;amp; makan malam. Masa ni Aiman lasak tak ingat. Mentang-mentang la ramai budak-budak kat situ. Aku risau yang dia masuk parit ke, sawah ke. Penat betul aku dibuatnya. Terkejar sana terkejar sini, berpeluh-peluh. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way, I had the chance to see an area which once hit by Tsunami not far from my BIL punya kampung. According to my BIL, the wave stopped just behind his parents house when Tsunami hit Kota Kuala Muda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Malam went to abang-ipar-aku-punya-kakak-punya-rumah - somewhere in Sungai Petani town. Meriah sungguh kat sana. Tuan rumah sungguh baik &amp;amp; thoughtful. Macam-macam yang tersedia untuk kita orang. Walau dah makan banyak petang tadi, habis semua food yang terhidang kita orang sapu.&lt;em&gt; "Orang Kondok camtu la perangainya!"&lt;/em&gt; -------&gt; ayat mak aku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi takde gambar. Lupa nak snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku, Che Man, Aiman , FIL &amp;amp; MIL tinggalkan yang lain-lain malam tu &lt;em&gt;(they all tido situ)&lt;/em&gt; dan bertolak pulak ke Alor Setar. Che Man yang dah kepenatan drive sorang-sorang sejak pagi tadi sambil yang lain-lain tido, tersalah jalan and we were half &amp;amp; hour late. Sampai kat umah Mak Long dia &lt;em&gt;(my FIL’s elder sister)&lt;/em&gt; sudah 11pm. Penat tak usah cakap, tapi sempat they all makan nasi minyak lagi tu. Aku surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini kali kedua aku datang rumah Che Man punya Mak Long. There are three of them in the house. Semua dah tua dan tak berapa sihat. Cuma there is one 59-year old lady we called Cik Chah yang cergas sikit. Hidup pulak serderhana je. Rumah tua tu sudah bertambah uzur sampaikan kami tak dibenarkan naik bahagian atas rumah sebab dinding yang berlubang sana sini. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But their hospitality is superb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; They tried their best to make us as comfortable as they could and made efforts to prepare delicious food. Aku rasa bersalah pulak menumpang rumah dia orang, tapi kalau datang tak tido sana, nanti dia orang terasa lak. So, redha je lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;RAYA KE -4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At noon kami bertolak ke Jitra. This was the main reason kami beramai-ramai ke utara tahun ni - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my younger sister wedding reception sebelah lelaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Termasuk my BIL’s sisters &amp;amp; family, there were 8 cars altogether. Alhamdullillah, semuanya berjalan lancar and we love the food. Kecoh bila balik citer pasal kari (agaknya la) daging dengan umbut pisang. &lt;em&gt;"Jakun betul orang Kondok! "------&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my mom punya ayat jugak!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256955938420037618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SPR1ks1oF_I/AAAAAAAAAko/1PxvH9UUDc4/s320/liza+wedding.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah babai kat adik aku yang kini milik orang, kami beramai-ramai ke Bukit Kayu Hitam. Ni la first time aku sampai sini. Well, takde apa yang menarik sangat pasal tempat ni. Kecik je area dia. Tak macam Nilai 3. Takde murah sangat barang nya pun. Tapi sempat gak aku terbeli barang. Alang-lang dah sampai kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengah aku dok mengejar Aiman ke-hulu ke-hilir&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(aktiviti wajib di setiap destinasi),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ada suara menjerit “Nomiiiii!!!!.....”. Bila aku angkat muka…. Rupa-rupanya kawan aku from KL. Gile! Kat KL tak jumpa, kat situ boleh pulak terjumpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then said goodbye to others yang akan bertolak balik ke Nilai, kami bertolak balik ke Alor Star. Sempat singgah Jitra semula makan Char Koey Teow – Cik Chah sibuk nak belanja. Dah puas aku pujuk tak yah mengada belanja tapi dia insisted. Again I was touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasal kedai makan tu: Mula-mula heran gak aku camna kedai ni &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(more like gerai with many tables &amp;amp; chairs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; boleh survive, jual satu jenis makanan je, tapi memang sedap. Tu la ramai orang datang makan tu. Tapi nama gerai lupa lak! Yang aku ingat dekat dengan pasaraya YAWATA. Pepandai la korang carik sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HARI RAYA KE-5&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 10.00am, after breakfast kami bertolak balik ke Shah Alam. Jalan tak jem teruk tapi perlahan. Aku dapat tau my sisters who left Bukit Kayu Hitam at 6pm yesterday only arrived Nilai at 4.00am that morning. We did not stop for lunch but singgah Kampar. Beraya at my MIL's friend house. Ni satu lagi tuan rumah yang bersusah payah masak lauk pauk yang enak-enak untuk kami at 3.00pm. Dah makan, Che Man sempat lelap, aku cam biasa kena kejar Aiman ke sana ke mari. Dia sibuk nak main lecak, nak naik motor, nak tangkap kucing dan sebagainya. Pas tu at 6.30pm, sambung journey to Shah Alam. Aiman slept the whole time from Kampar to Shah Alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could drive so Che Man boleh rehat, only later I realized lesen aku dah mati malam raya. Aku tiap-tiap tahun aku lupa renew lesen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya kami sampai Shah Alam tepat kul 10.30malam. Syukur sangat-sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepak lebih kurang kat MIL pas tu angkut barang-barang balik to our own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOME SWEET HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats that! Apalagi sebab besok tu cooooootiiiiiii....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SPR1kT1y3XI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Emnb90dAWJY/s1600-h/My+little+family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256955931709857138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SPR1kT1y3XI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Emnb90dAWJY/s320/My+little+family.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SEKIAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-3155857689836131387?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/3155857689836131387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=3155857689836131387&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/3155857689836131387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/3155857689836131387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2008/10/che-man-komplen-lagu-raya-dah-tak.html' title='Che Man Komplen Lagu Raya dah Tak Banyak Main'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SPR1Xp5CWEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/PUDPcOJ8VJI/s72-c/Aiman+lasak.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-7879305193630266385</id><published>2008-10-09T13:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T16:53:30.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadhan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>Random Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just few random photos I took during the buka puasa activities for my own record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G.rand B.lueW.ave H.otel S.hah A.lam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SO2cKbNGLEI/AAAAAAAAAjI/liC1hhvmzjw/s1600-h/GBWSA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255028043126549570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SO2cKbNGLEI/AAAAAAAAAjI/liC1hhvmzjw/s320/GBWSA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was on MOD (Manager on Duty). Took the opportunity to buka puasa in the hotel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makanan melaut okey... what do you expect when the price is RM97.75?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was 50% discount for the first week of Ramadhan -&lt;em&gt; didn't I tell you guys?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sham's Apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SO2cKqzD9fI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/JU-TGh-Qtj0/s1600-h/P9062075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255028047312319986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SO2cKqzD9fI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/JU-TGh-Qtj0/s320/P9062075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tiap-tiap tahun, Sham will invite us for buka puas at his apartment. Dah lama tak jumpa kawan-kawan, we stayed there until tuan rumah nak tertido. Tahun depan sila buat lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;R.estaurant T.asik I.ndah, Shah Alam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SO2ZaK_WM5I/AAAAAAAAAio/p2bSqOGhIQI/s1600-h/Someseafood+rest.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255025015116936082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SO2ZaK_WM5I/AAAAAAAAAio/p2bSqOGhIQI/s320/Someseafood+rest.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Food sangat best. Walau tak banyak action stalls macam kat hotel, but the taste can put some hotels into shame. Only RM48nett per person. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;S.taffield Golf Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SO2ZaN8BFnI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OqqfhIglknU/s1600-h/Some-Golf-Club.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255025015908275826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SO2ZaN8BFnI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OqqfhIglknU/s320/Some-Golf-Club.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When my sister said, it is only RM28nett per person, aku dah tau what kind of food &amp;amp; variety, tapi layan je la. You bayar sikit, dapat sikit la kan? But, no hot drinks included? Come on....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;K.olej C.emara, Shah Alam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255029395468562754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SO2dZJEjsUI/AAAAAAAAAjg/9wJUUWrNYy0/s320/HAC.JPG" border="0" /&gt;With hubby and Ida Maria during HAC buka puasa at Kolej Cemara (Siswa), seksyen 18 Shah Alam. Dah tak panggil kolej siswa dah sebab ada siswi yang dok kat situ jugak. Makan BBQ atas hamparan kat court badminton tau! Dah lama dah tak buat kerja camni.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You guys from PPP/UiTM, now this college sudah ada very nice hall dan macam-macam lagi. Kalau korang tengok, mesti tangkap jeles sama adik-adik kita kat sana tuh. Cis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SO2ZaD1I-jI/AAAAAAAAAi4/-x8iwPsKLpY/s1600-h/HAC+Sek+18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255025013195078194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SO2ZaD1I-jI/AAAAAAAAAi4/-x8iwPsKLpY/s320/HAC+Sek+18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After Maghrib, proceeded to a mamak Bistro exactly infront of the hostel. Muka-muka tersengih ni budak-budak Hiking &amp;amp; Camping Club (HAC) - u&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sed to be called AUHAC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;S.erambi P.ak E.ngku, Shah Alam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SO2ZabpWwrI/AAAAAAAAAjA/JidTHyi1434/s1600-h/Serambi+Pak+Engku.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255025019588100786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SO2ZabpWwrI/AAAAAAAAAjA/JidTHyi1434/s320/Serambi+Pak+Engku.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ada orang nak belanja so, mana boleh tolakkan? Exactly infront of my office (the hotel). RM49nett, (if I am not mistaken) and semua food ala-kampung. Feeling-feeling kenduri kahwin Ning Baizura nokkkk...!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Parents' Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255025010734385346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SO2ZZ6qdyMI/AAAAAAAAAig/QfG1cmQJIhI/s320/Nilaui.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tiap-tiap tahun, my mum will do this. Jemput jiran-jiran &amp;amp; bekas jiran-jiran buka puasa kat umah. Tu belum masuk yang makan kat dapur dan belakang rumah sambil kacau dodol tuh! Ngalahkan kenduri.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255028048035329218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SO2cKtfcNMI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ZP4p7pbDUys/s320/kacau+dodol.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Acara kemuncak : kacau dodol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-7879305193630266385?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/7879305193630266385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=7879305193630266385&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/7879305193630266385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/7879305193630266385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-pics.html' title='Random Pics'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SO2cKbNGLEI/AAAAAAAAAjI/liC1hhvmzjw/s72-c/GBWSA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-8236343304730150483</id><published>2008-10-07T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:54:28.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raya'/><title type='text'>Ramadhan dah Pergi, Syawal di Sini</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Malam Raya aku rasa sayu semacam. Teringat Ramadhan yang dah aku tinggalkan &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(atau yang meninggal kan aku?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Bila aku ingat-ingat balik tentang pengisian Ramadhan aku tahun ni? Sikit sangat... hampir takde…. yelek…. zero…. Baru la masa tu aku rasa sedih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditambah pulak, within the last week of Ramadhan, tiga orang yang aku kenal pergi menemui Tuhan. Sorang 20-an, sorang 40-an dan sorang 60-an. Sorang akibat kanser, sorang akibat strok dan sorang akibat kanser &amp;amp; strok –&lt;em&gt; sekali dua&lt;/em&gt;. Tak terbayang aku kesedihan ibu-bapa, adik beradik, suami, isteri, anak-anak &amp;amp; cucu-cucu yang akan menyambut hari raya dalam beberapa hari saja lagi masa tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku? Apa yang aku buat? Malam raya baru rasa insaf! Baru terkenang-kenangkan Ramadhan yang melambai pergi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah kan sempat entahkan tidak aku bertemu Ramadhan tahun depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulan Syawal pun dah datang. Bulan untuk kita kunjung mengunjung, memohan dan memberi kemaafan. Harap-harap aku tak malas untuk mengambil kesempatan bulan Syawal ni. Mana tahu aku tak sempat bertemu Syawal tahun depan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-8236343304730150483?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/8236343304730150483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=8236343304730150483&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/8236343304730150483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/8236343304730150483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2008/10/ramadhan-dah-pergi-syawal-di-sini.html' title='Ramadhan dah Pergi, Syawal di Sini'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-8098841641404404697</id><published>2008-09-26T14:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:51:51.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raya'/><title type='text'>Sebelum Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PAKAIAN RAYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Baju Aiman dah beli semua. Sudah-sudah la tu Aiman. Asyik-asyik beli baju kau jer. Tapi nak kena alter pinggang seluar-seluar dia. Anak aku kan slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk Che Man baju Melayu sudah. Tapi dia tak mau pakai sampin. Apa da.... tak complete la kehenseman awak raya ni &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hensem ke? larikkk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Dah beli satu t-shirt &amp;amp; satu shirt. Tapi rasanya macam tak cukup. Kena rembat sepasang lagi ni bang oi. Kalau tak, susah la Nomi nak coordinate nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baju aku ada dua pasang yang baru. Kot-kot last minutes dapat sepasang lagi, alangkah bahagia nya. Lain-lain tu boleh pakai baju lama la. Bukan orang perasan sangat pun. Handbag besar gedabak pun dah beli. Senang nanti nak masuk Aiman punya botol air, pampers, spare baju, towel dan sebagainya. Roboh la bahu ibu nak oi. Tak beli kasut. Beli sandal tumit rendah je. Senang nanti nak sarung &amp;amp; jalan sambil dukung hero aku tu. Sekarang ni pakai apa-apa pun nak kena accommodate Aiman punya factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baju mak ngan mak mertua dah settled. Tapi tak pulak aku dapat beli tudung dia orang. Bab ni aku sangat tak pandai. Pandai-pandai mak berdua la nak settle kan tu. Tinggal lagi nak beli seluar untuk abah. Dia dah pesan sejak tahun lepas, tak mau baju. Baju dah banyak katanya. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Bukan main eksyen bapak aku)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Suka hati abah la. Barang untuk bapa mertua aku, aku serah kan pada Che Man. Takkan semua nya aku kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baju untuk adik-adik aku yang tiga orang pun dah settled – kami tiga kakak kongsi belikan. Tapi balik kampung hujung minggu ni sah-sah kena pau lagi. Mesti ada je lagi benda yang dia orang nak. Cepat la korang kerja, boleh sponsor kita orang pulak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KUIH RAYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tak buat lansung. Aku beli few types untuk rumah sendiri and few types lagi untuk parents aku &amp;amp; mertua. Dulu mula-mula aku beli-beli kuih kat Shah Alam ni, harga dalam RM10-RM12. Pas tu makin naik tiap tahun. Baru-baru ni range from RM20-RM30 satu bekas. Tahun depan tak tau la. Bengkok aku camni. I’ll just add with some kerepek and bake a cake. Itu pun kalau rajin, kalau malas, beli je kek tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I am not going to change anything for the house. Curtains, bedsheet, alas meja, throw cushion covers, alas kaki and all aku akan basuh dan guna semula. Tapi ni tak done lagi. Hari ni dah Jumaat. Esok nak balik kampung. Mampos! After that, I just refresh the flower vases – put green leaves. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rembat dari florist hotel jap lagi lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DUIT RAYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Setelah aku kuis-kuis baki dalam bank, ada sikit duit raya untuk di distribute. Lebih kurang dah ready dalam sampul semua. Aku dah senaraikan yang compulsory dapat duit raya. Yang lain-lain tu, ikut rezeki dia orang la. Selalunya mak ngan bapak aku serahkan hal ni kat aku. Bebudak nak balik, dia akan sound :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Nomiiiii…. Ni bebudak nak balik dah ni…..”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bersiap sedia la ngan duit raya. Budak-budak sekarang ni materialistic. Dapat packet duit raya tarussss buka pas tu dengan pitch yang tinggi dia sound :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ek el lehhhhhh… dua hengget jer?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This year, sapa sound macam tu, aku sumbat mulut dia dengan lengkong. Siap la korang!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JALAN-JALAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Raya tahun ni kat Nilai dulu. On the third day of raya bertolak ke Sungai Petani, Kedah. Lepak satu malam kat rumah sedara, the next day, wedding reception for my younger sister (I have not blogged about her wedding yet!). Habis majlis, bertolak ke Alor Setar – my FIL’s hometown. The next day balik Shah Alam. Isnin cuti. Selasa kerja balik. Harap-harap perjalanan lancar lah hendaknya. Keta pun dah serviced. Insyaallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku risau sungguh la pasal jalan jam ni. Setiap raya tak pernah lagi rasa benda-benda cam ni. Ye la.... selama ni balik Nilai &amp;amp; Melaka&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (my MIL’s hometown)&lt;/span&gt; je. Tak terasa sangat. Aku takda hal lama-lama dalam keta. Cuma risau kan Aiman buat perangai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;OPEN HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This year, I am not going to do open house&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (macam pernah dengar je azam ni?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; This time around, I am confident that I can’t do anything much. No energy – Aiman lasak tak henggat. So, sesapa nak datang tanpa &lt;u&gt;or&lt;/u&gt; with last minutes notice – makan kuih jer. Kalau sempat aku masak la apa patut. Jangan tanya pasal open house tau! TAK BUAT! Paham?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku masih kena kerja sampai hari Isnin &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(cuma balik hujung minggu ni atas arahan ibunda untuk mengacau dodol. Kalau aku tau awal, kena balik minggu ni, awal-awal aku dah mintak cuti Isnin. Cis!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Tapi rasanya ramai yang dah start cuti esok. So di kesempatan ni aku nak minta &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; Batin, &lt;/span&gt;kalau ada tersilap kata, terguris rasa serta tercerca dan sebagainya. Ampun kan la saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Salam Aidilfitri &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;semua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Enjoy the celebration people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga kita jumpa lagi di sini. Insyallah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-8098841641404404697?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/8098841641404404697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=8098841641404404697&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/8098841641404404697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/8098841641404404697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2008/09/sebelum-hari-raya.html' title='Sebelum Hari Raya'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-3245874100403097483</id><published>2008-09-25T15:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T16:52:15.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Dam Dam Dum.... Bunyi Mercun......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku sudah kena tag dengan &lt;a href="http://purrplish.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kodeng&lt;/a&gt;. Oleh kerana raya dah dekat, konsep tagging ni pun nampaknya pasal raya, so layannnnn…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Berapa pasang baju raya anda taun ni dan kaler apekah?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Baju raya ada dua pasang. Satu light purple &amp;amp; satu light pink. Nampak tu? Konsep light-light gitu? Tapi dua-dua aku tak berapa selesa. Yang purple tu kena pakai tube sebab jarang. Dah tentu panas ni. Yang pink tu ada batu permata yang bertaburan yang bila kena iron, gam dia boleh melekat pada bahagian baju yang lain dan nak tanggalkan giler susah. Bisa koyak bahagian yang melekat tu. Korang jangan heran tentang kesusahan aku ni, sebab ini first time ada baju cam ni. Jadi agak jakun. Tak tau nak handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memandangkan aktiviti raya kali ni mempunyai agenda lasak sedikit, afdal rasa nya kalau aku beli sehelai (lagi) baju kurung yang tahan lasak. Jadi Che Man, senin nanti, lepas kerja kita kena carik baju yang telah di diskaun kan sebanyak 50%-70% untuk kemudahan adinda di hari lebaran yang bakal tiba. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Apakah makanan raya tradisional kegemaran anda?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musim raya, aku sangat mendamba ketupat nasi dicampur dengah ketupat palas dalam satu pinggan besar dan digaul (jangan terlalu rata) dengan kuah kacang bersama rendang daging. Ketupat nasi tu mesti di rebus oleh aku, ketupat palas tu mesti di sediakan oleh kakak aku dan kuah kacang dan rendang daging tu mesti dimasak oleh mak aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minuman yang sesuai bersama makanan bercampur di atas adalah Nescafe tarik. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Hoi Nomi.... soalan tak mentioned pasal minuman la..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Apakah biskut raya kegemaran anda?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan mengelupur bila tengok tart nenas yang digulung comey-comey. Bila-kala aku membenamkan gigi kapak ku pada tart itu, maka terasa bergetar urat-urat tubuh dek kerna kelembutan tepung dan kemanisan + kemasaman jem nenas tuh. Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku agak memilih pasal tart nenas ni. Sebab aku tak pandai buat, selalu aku beli / tempah je. Mesti aku mintak sample dulu untuk memastikan rasa nya tak hampeh. Banyak yang dijual tepungnya keras jelatu, pas tu jem nya manis tak tentu. Hangin aku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minuman yang sesuai bersama tart nenas adalah teh tarik kurang manis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Biar la aku nak sebut pasal minuman sekali. Makan tak minum boleh tercekik tau tak?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Bape banyak duit raya anda dapat n spend untuk bagi kat bebudak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Berdasarkan pengalaman raya sejak bebarapa tahun lepas, rasanya aku pasti tak dapat duit raya lagi tahun ni. Itu hari ada hint-hint kat Che Man tapi dia cebik bibir dia. So, when the last person you thought will hulur duit raya to you cebik bibir to you, maksudnya: harapan punah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duit untuk budak-budak sudah ready. Ada la dalam few hundred RM. Selain untuk anak-anak buah aku &amp;amp; anak-anak buah Che Man &amp;amp; anak-anak kawan-kawan aku yang berderet-deret tu, aku kena sediakan juga untuk budak-budak kat Kampung Kondok. Suka bono they all datang umah den. Tah anak sapa dari bandar mana tah. Kekadang sampai beberapa kali. Datang ngan kekawan, sepupu sepapat, pas tu datang lagi ngan parents dia orang. Aku tau parents aku takda duit, so aku le tukang sedia kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikhlas? Ikhlas gak. Seronok tengok bebudak tu seronok. Tapi budak yang datang lebih dari 2 kali tu, aku main sound tepat jer. Padan muka dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh! Duit raya untuk warga tua jangan lupa tau….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Apakah aktiviti malam raya korang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Kalau raya kat Kampung Kondok, ada takbir. So, siapkan food for takbir sambil menyambil buat persiapan terakhir untuk raya. Biasalah orang pompuan sibuk la kat dapur. Dah settle kat dapur, sibuk kemas-kemas nak cantik kan umah pulak - gantung langsir, bentang carpet, susun bunga, lap sana-sini, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi takda maknanya aku dapat melepak tengok filem melayu box office tahun lalu kat TV de. Ada je kerja nak buat sampai 2pagi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aik? Lima soklan je? Dah habis pun….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang aku nak tag awak, kau, you and you all to do this tag. Silakan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-3245874100403097483?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/3245874100403097483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=3245874100403097483&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/3245874100403097483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/3245874100403097483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2008/09/dam-dam-dum-bunnyi-mercun.html' title='Dam Dam Dum.... Bunyi Mercun......'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-9082466242422608332</id><published>2008-09-09T17:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:29:06.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pelik la'/><title type='text'>Puasa &amp; Blister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tak terlambat rasanya nak ucap selamat berpuasa u ols. How’s things so far? Aku baru jer 2 hari dapat join you all puasa after a week off. So far so good lah. Al maklumlah, orang kerja opis – bukannya kena membanting tulang bawah pancaran matahari bagai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKLAN JAP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243948676857192066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SMY_ibhz3oI/AAAAAAAAAiY/lM9MA1uQ4vU/s320/DSC00471.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ni kalau dapat buka posa Nasi Kandar Pelita + Teh Ais best ni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dilemma aku bulan puasa ni ialah pasal berbuka puasa arrangement. &lt;a href="http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2007/09/bagaimana-ramadhan-ini.html"&gt;Ni tahun lepas&lt;/a&gt;. So, tahun ni aku ingat nak ikut cara yang sama. The first two days we had it at my PIL's place together with my SIL &amp;amp; family (temporary they stay together until raya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the third day masa aku tengah sibuk angkut Aiman nak balik MIL &amp;amp; SIL asked: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“Kenapa tak nak buka kat sini?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no choice but to tell the truth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“Hari-hari buka kat sini, Nomi SEGAN lah”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIL laughed sambil mengeleng-ngeleng kepala. MIL clarified that, they wish for us to buka puasa with them. Lagi ramai lagi seronok. Walau selama 30 hari. They do not mind a bit pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau camtu, okey lahkan. Haaaa… kan senang kita orang dah berterus terang camni. So, setiap hari lepas balik kerja kami singgah pasar Ramadhan beli sikit itu &amp;amp; ini and join everyone at MIL’s. Tak yah kecoh-kecoh redah traffic nak balik awal punya pasal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, bulan puasa ni Che Man kena masuk kerja sejam lebih awal. Terpaksa la aku tak tido lepas sahur – &lt;em&gt;dengan pertolongan Mr. Nescafe pekat&lt;/em&gt;. Dapat jugak buat kerja-kerja rumah yang biasanya aku buat malam. Kul 7.30 pagi dah sampai opis. Kalau masih ngantuk aku belasah tido kat Surau barang satu jam. Bukan jadi kesalahan kan. Start kerja kul 9.00 pagi la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak citer aku dah beli baru raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asal usul nya Che Man nak beli baju sedondon ngan Aiman. Maka berangkat la kami ke Plaza Alam Central. Ini la first time beli baju raya bawak si Aiman sekali. Lepas cuba baju, dibantainya la lari kat ruang legar tu tanpa baju. Terpaksa la aku kejar sambil tangan pegang baju, beg plastic semua. Ada la couples yang gelakkan kita orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korang gelak yek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siap la sok bila kau dah ada anak. Mahu dia lari-lari kat shopping mall pakai lampin pakai buang jer. Nanti aku gelak kan nko pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che Man jumpa kaler, tak jumpa saiz, jumpa saiz, tak jumpa kaler. Dah jumpa kaler &amp;amp; saiz, tak jumpa lak baju sedondon ngan Aiman. Pening la. Bila dah dapat, aku lak kecoh bawa baju tu ke sana ke mari nak carik baju aku biar sedondon. Basically, aku ambik baju Aiman, letak dekat baju-baju kurung yang tergantung-gantung tu nak carik yang sesuai. Belasah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumpa la sehelai &lt;em&gt;(sehelai je baju raya aku tahun ni)&lt;/em&gt;. Che Man ngan Aiman tah dah kemana, terpaksa aku buat decision sendiri. Bila nak bayar baru Che Man jumpa aku. Sib baik, sebab duit aku tak cukup RM50 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hehehehe).&lt;/span&gt; Dah bayar baru Che Man tengok baju tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia tak suka pulakkkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takde bunga-bunga kata nya. Dah la dia ngan Aiman kain kosong, aku pun beli baju kain kosong – jarang lak tu. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Tapi kain dia ada corak-corak la bang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Kalau camtu, kena la carik sehelai lagi ni. Muhahahahaha........ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Raya nanti, dua orang itam pakai baju light purple. Ambik nko. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citer lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243948667881544050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SMY_h6F2WXI/AAAAAAAAAiI/tzJ99inGYu8/s320/Telinga.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adoi aiiiii!!! Pehal lak dengan ruam / blister ni suma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dah lebih seminggu aku tanggung dah. Telinga kiri aku, kulit bahagian rahang dan leher aku tak pasal-pasal ada ruam / blister. Ada masanya, sangat gatal, pedih macam kena hiris pisau, panas macam kena tenyeh ngan cili padi. Especially, telinga aku - super sensitive, Kalau terkasar sikit je cam terkena kuku ke, boleh aku terlompat-lompat kesakitan. Dah la camtu, buruk pulak rupanya tu. Ada satu hal lagi, belakang telinga aku tu ada benjol kecik yang bila ditekan rasa sakit sebelah leher - tegang semacam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah gi doctor dah. Dia cakap ruam. Dia bagi ubat tahan gatal untuk malam (pe hal? biar la saya nak gatal memalam doktor....), ubat tahan gatal untuk siang, ubat tahan sakit dan krim untuk sapu. Benjol kecik tu kata doctor adalah kelenjar yang membengkak disebabkan oleh kulit aku yang tengah radang. Ruam tu baik nanti, susut lah bengkak tu; katanya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MARI TENGOK DEKAT SIKIT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243948667926941202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SMY_h6QrDhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/hRHhx8lMfcs/s320/leher.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gatal, pedih, panas - semua ada. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leher aku pun bengkak sikit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Officemates dah perasan dah telinga aku merah sebelah, siap ingat aku ada jerawat teruk kat muka, pas tu tak pasal-pasal ada ‘lovebite’ bulan posa ni &lt;em&gt;(ada satu tompok lagi kat bahagian leher depan)&lt;/em&gt;. Cis! Ada yang kata kayap. Bahaya oooo… kang masuk dalam telinga, habis lah aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat nak gi klinik kulit jer hari ni, tapi tetiba pagi ni, rasa sakit tu dah banyak kurang. Dah tak pedih sangat. Ada tanda-tanda nak kering. Kopek luka kering sangat syok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIL aku sibuk tolong carik orang boleh ubatkan kayap. They found one but according the person’s description, we come into a conclusion that this is NOT KAYAP. Saper tu hari cakap ini kudis buta? Pun bukan okey... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now dah makin baik. Alhamdullillah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pedih pulak perut ni. Aku sebenarnya ada gastric. Tu la aku perihatin pasal waktu waktu makan ni. Tapi yang peliknya, bulan puasa tak kena pulak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hikmah puasa agakntya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-9082466242422608332?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/9082466242422608332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=9082466242422608332&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/9082466242422608332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/9082466242422608332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2008/09/puasa-blister.html' title='Puasa &amp; Blister'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SMY_ibhz3oI/AAAAAAAAAiY/lM9MA1uQ4vU/s72-c/DSC00471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-5377192863692822184</id><published>2008-09-02T08:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T08:44:31.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pelik la'/><title type='text'>Saper lak yang tukar kan nih?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dah dua hari aku tak check blog ni. Pagi ni, disebabkan aku sampai opis teramat awal, aku pun check blog dulu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Terkejut aku tengok gambar profile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://sp1.mm-a10.yimg.com/image/379214943" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ni anak saper lak nih?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Apesal gambar profile aku leh tukar gambar ni pulak ni? Korang perhatikan betul-betul gambar tu. Comel memang lah comel, tapi lansung takda iras-iras aku. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dia comel, aku beautifulllllll!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Boleh ker orang lain pi tukarkan gambar profile kita? Mesti kena guna password aku kan? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Masalah technical kotttttt.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-5377192863692822184?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/5377192863692822184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=5377192863692822184&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/5377192863692822184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/5377192863692822184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2008/09/saper-lak-yang-tukar-kan-nih.html' title='Saper lak yang tukar kan nih?'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-6875845892019984782</id><published>2008-08-27T19:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:05:24.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ada Penyibuk Di Sini'/><title type='text'>Hoi! Saper tu haaa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is something ‘funny’ about my house these days. Last 2 weeks (while I was already in bed, ready to sleep) I heard noises from ceiling – like something big crawling. When the first time I heard the noise, I thought kucing kot. Walau pun sedikit was was dengan tekaan tu, sebab bunyi macam binatang yang lebih besar dari kucing. Kat belakang rumah lak siap ada bunyi anjing menyalak-nyalak dengan galak. I never mentioned it to Che Man, sebab dia tak pernah lak cakap apa-apa pasal tu. Selamba ajer aku tengok. Tah tah aku sorang jer yang dengar bunyi tu? Few nights okeyyyy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the noises sudah stopped. Bagussss….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, balik dari kampung, aku pun mulakan lah project membasuh kain. Washing machine aku kat work area. Between the work area and area belakang rumah tu separated by grill. Terkejut aku tengok ada satu baldi kecik tertonggok kat depan grill tu. Dalam baldi tu nampak macam ada kain. Che Man kata bukan dia letak. Takkan Aiman letak kot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai sekarang baldi tu ada kat situ lagi. Hoi jiran sebelah! Hang pa punya kaaa? Ambik balik la. Nyemak rumah aku yang memang dah semak ni. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aik? Rumah sebelah mana ada orang? Iskh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teringat kisah masa aku mengandungkan Aiman dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelah rumah aku tu rumah kosong. Aku pasti takda lampu, takda air lagi sebab ada tanda &lt;em&gt;‘For Sale’&lt;/em&gt; kat pintu pagar dia. Satu malam tu, tetiba laki aku tanya&lt;em&gt; “Naper sangkut bra kat grill tu?”.&lt;/em&gt; Aku pun gi tengok. Dah tentu nya bukan bra aku. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Itu bra murah la…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(wahhhhh… berlagak siot!).&lt;/span&gt; Aku pun ambik dan campak kat luar pagar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few days, nyaris aku dapat heart attack. Bra tu datang balik. Kali ni tersangkut kat towel rack inside the work area &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(selalunya aku sidai kain buruk atau alas kaki kat situ)&lt;/span&gt;. Maksud aku, kalau dari luar tu boleh hulur tangan sampai la kat situ. Seram lak aku rasa. Aku campak kat luar pagar lagi. Dah. Tak pernah datang balik dah. Syukurrrrrr…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citer lain lak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam semalam around 11.30pm, Aiman tido dalam bilik, Che Man depan TV sambil lipat kain &lt;em&gt;(baik kan laki aku tolong lipat kain bagai?). &lt;/em&gt;Aku lak kat bilik belakang tengah gosok baju. Tetiba aku dengar Aiman menangis. I asked Che Man check on him. Member pun berlari lah masuk bilik tepuk-tepuk kan Aiman suh tido balik. From the room (where I was ironing), I can see part of Che Man’s legs on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tup-tup I heard the TV senyap. Bila aku jenguk, I saw the TV screen with ‘guide’ menu and it was scrolling up and down - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;like somebody is browsing through the channels&lt;/span&gt;. Pas tu channel tukar dari ‘E’ to ‘AXN’. Pelik la kan coz I can still see Che Man in the room. So, mustahil lah dia yang tukar channel tu kan? Aku perhati kan je lagi &lt;em&gt;(from the place I was standing, I could only see the TV cabinet).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu, tukar channel lagi - ini bukan terus tukar channel okeyyy…. Number sebijik-sebijik keluar macam kita sedang tukar channel A.STRO tu. Tup-tup, TV1 pulak. So aku keluar sikit dari dapur tengok area sofa – &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;korang tau saper yang aku nampak?&lt;/span&gt; Sah sah la takda sesapa kat situ. Kita orang kan bertiga jer kat dalam rumah ni. Aku pun pi kat depan carik remote control (was on the sofa) and checked it. Well, nothing unusual about it. Put it on the coffee table and left the TV on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sambung gosok baju. Later Che Man kuar tengok TV balik. Aku pun join him after that. Aku betul-betul lupa to tell him about it until this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were about to leave the house :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku : &lt;em&gt;“Masa lepas abang tepuk Aiman suh tido balik malam tadi, pas tu sambung tengok TV, TV tu kat channel mana yek?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che Man : “&lt;em&gt;TV1”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku : &lt;em&gt;“It wasn’t me who changed the channel you know…...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Che Man diam jer…..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takut ke Bang? Mu&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hahahaha….&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/5469264186218869562-6875845892019984782?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/6875845892019984782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=6875845892019984782&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/6875845892019984782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/6875845892019984782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2008/08/hoi-saper-tu-haaa.html' title='Hoi! Saper tu haaa?'/><author><name>Nomee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974439313612532106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-PGrgH12dM/SLz63XIbJHI/AAAAAAAAAho/NCDwRdG8bbE/S220/649059153_1210675254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469264186218869562.post-7062141949405686644</id><published>2008-08-13T14:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:26:11.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ada Penyibuk Di Sini'/><title type='text'>So, You Want to Know What I think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;policy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Gatal jer tangan aku nak jer aku upload kan policy tu kat sini kasi korang tengok betapa mangkuk nya polici tu. Tak pasal-pasal ada yang kena saman ngan company kang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku belum submit kat boss lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku nak baca duaploh kali dulu - nak kasi darah menggelegak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besok aku akan bagi kat boss for his approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harap-harap dia akan tanya pendapat aku like “So? What do you think?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tolong la boss tanya camtu. Sebab aku dah prepared jawapan dah ni:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;“So you want to know what I think?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think this is NOT RIGHT”&lt;br /&gt;“I think this is so WRONG”&lt;br /&gt;“I think this is so UNFAIR”&lt;br /&gt;“I think this is so AUTOCRATIC”&lt;br /&gt;“I think this is so STUPID”&lt;br /&gt;“I think you will further discuss this RUBBISH with him”&lt;br /&gt;“I think he will answer you by citing this and that clauses from some standard requirements and make them sound so true……” ------&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;walaupun ianya adalah drama semata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;“I think you will sign it anyway”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am getting angry now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sudah lah! Check Jobstreet lagi bagus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469264186218869562-7062141949405686644?l=mynormalself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/feeds/7062141949405686644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469264186218869562&amp;postID=7062141949405686644&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/7062141949405686644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469264186218869562/posts/default/7062141949405686644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-you-want-to-know-what-i-think.html' title='So, You Want to Know What I think?'/><author>
