<?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-7007924</id><updated>2011-12-10T01:26:32.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anis, iDa and ....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>182</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-113318405142863791</id><published>2005-11-28T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T21:20:51.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Home!</title><content type='html'>WE've moved! Yet again hehehe .. well .. I'm juz so used to blogspot that I've decided to make a comeback. You can find me here ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com"&gt;http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come lah ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-113318405142863791?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/113318405142863791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=113318405142863791' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/113318405142863791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/113318405142863791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-home.html' title='Another Home!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111946310152863223</id><published>2005-06-23T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T22:27:23.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have A New Home!</title><content type='html'>Yes, we have moved! Due to numerous reasons and also because I have been complaining alot about work with sensitive issues, I have decided to move to this site &lt;a href="http://idanis.diary-x.com"&gt;idanis.diary-x.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually been pondering a lot as to whether I should go ahead with a private blog but to protect the interests of all parties concerned, &lt;i&gt;especially mine!!!&lt;/i&gt;, I have to go privatised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have yet to receive the password to my blog, please do not forget to email me at &lt;a href="mailto:ida053@yahoo.com"&gt;ida053@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;. If you want to continue blogsurfing my site, come lah &amp; email me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story for all to ponder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Simonetti started a blog as a way to cope with her mother's death because she found it easier to write about her feelings than talk about them. She described it as an anonymous, semi-fictitious account of life as a flight attendant -- and she lost her job because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simonetti claims her termination resulted from pictures posted on her Web site, which show her in uniform aboard a Delta airplane. "The only reason I was given was the very vague phrase: ‘inappropriate pictures in uniform.' Delta will not define what ‘inappropriate' means, nor tell me which pictures they found ‘inappropriate'," she says. When asked about the issue, a Delta representative said the company does not discuss internal employee-related issues with the media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever bloggers are writing about work, employers don't like it. Employees have reportedly been fired for blogging at a number of companies, including Starbucks, Delta, Wells Fargo, Friendster and Kmart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a January 2005 survey by the Society for Human Resource Management (SHRM), only 3 percent of human resource professionals report disciplining an employee for blogging and none reported dismissing an employee for such behavior. Despite this, ejected bloggers stand by their claims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could be grounds for termination? If you are disclosing trade secrets or proprietary or confidential information on your blog or using excessive amounts of time when you should be working, it's possible you will reap the consequences, says Rosemary Haefner, vice president for human resources at CareerBuilder.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Companies need to do their best to not only protect their interests, but protect their employees," says Jeremy Wright, fired blogger and founder of InsideBlogging, a blog consulting company. "Most firings are due to individual bosses taking drastic measures; it is rarely a higher company decision. When a blogger is going to be fired, the HR team needs to be sure it is for the right reason and that reactive measures simply aren't being taken due to fear or personal issues."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking of starting your own blog or already have one, here's some advice to make sure your online diary isn't reason for your employer to let you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Know where your company stands.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask about the company blogging policy before you start, even if you are doing it anonymously, Simonetti advises. Does your company establish boundaries? Is blogging acceptable? Is it OK to mention your employer? Are there topics that are off-limits? What are the consequences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Blog on your own time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are using company hardware, a company network or doing it on company time, you are likely bound by company policy and could be reprimanded or terminated for wrongful use, Haefner says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Practice safe blogs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Employees who go around sharing negative or confidential information about their company, product, or service -- either internal or external -- to the company would and should get fired," says Pete Quintas, CTO of SilkRoad Technology, creator of an enterprise blogging application called Silkblogs. "You need to be honest and not secretive about what you are writing unless you are willing to deal with the consequences."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Don't hide it from your boss.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quintas says you should be honest about your blogging, and ask your employer if it is OK to do. "I would consider it analogous to asking your employer: 'I have been invited to speak on a panel at this industry conference; can I participate?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;io-5. Use good judgment.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you consider blogs and the Internet an extension of your voice, what you say on your blog about your company, product or service should be kept within the guidelines of what you would verbally say in public, according to Quintas. "Treat it with the same restraint of how you talk in person about your company, remembering that more people have access to what you say." he suggests. "Don't say anything different than what you would say at a happy hour, or at a company holiday party, or at an industry trade show, or in front of a customer." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Others will disagree with you. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't please all people all of the time. As with any communications medium, the best advice is to be aware of the repercussions your decisions may have, Wright warns. "Anytime you post, you are effectively making a choice between being safe, and having something worthwhile to say. It's a rare occasion where you can both please everyone and come up with a new and engaging line of thought. Sometimes things you say will offend people, no matter where you're saying them." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://msn.careerbuilder.com/Custom/MSN/CareerAdvice/573.htm?siteid=cbmsnhp4462&amp;sc_extcmp=JS_wi3_july05_home1&amp;cbRecursionCnt=1&amp;cbsid=1b6a39659f3a4443b9dfd7fd1391b5eb-173527714-rr-1"&gt;Careerbuilder.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know why I'm going password protected?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111946310152863223?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111946310152863223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111946310152863223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111946310152863223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111946310152863223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/06/we-have-new-home.html' title='We Have A New Home!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111925757399066897</id><published>2005-06-20T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T04:49:16.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>I have yet to decide a name for my little girl who's due in Sept. Like kakak's, we will have to think of a unique name befitting our little princess. I was really careful with the names choosing because I dun like idea of &lt;b&gt;copying&lt;/b&gt; or even &lt;b&gt;borrowing&lt;/b&gt; other kids' name to mine. Where is the originality in that? Besides, my kids are unique in their ways. For that, they deserved a unique name. Unfortunately, one name I feel quite unique, Natasha Qistina won't be on baby no. 3 cos hubby didn't like Natasha as he feels the name's too strong for the girl. We'll see la. We still have 3 months more to go. We'd probably won't announce the name soo soon anyway, unless of course we have to go through the risk of having the name taken away for somebody else's baby. Then this time I really have to go through the trademark thingy. Hmmm ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still recall the time we thought of kakak's name. That was 5 yrs back. Kepala ni perah punya perah nak think of that "perfect" name for our little girl. Actually from the midst of the pregnancy, I have already decided on &lt;b&gt;"Nadira"&lt;/b&gt; which meant &lt;b&gt;precious&lt;/b&gt;. I dunno why but I just love the name "Nadira" and I thought the name fits her so much, especially so after the ultrasound scan revealed I was having a girl. Initially, I hesitated to name my firstborn Nadira cos my cousin who's name is Nadzirah sounds the same and having the same name pronounced could jolly well cause confusion. But then again, her fullname is Siti Nur Nadzirah and she lives in KL anyway so to me, ok takpe jauh, no confusion though the calling name might end up the same. Hubby &lt;i&gt;pulak&lt;/i&gt; loves the name "Qaisara" because his little cousin who's name is Siti Qaisara, is such a sweet little thing and he insists on having Qaisara instead of Nadira. I was against the name cos firstly, I didn't know its meaning and secondly I have my mind stuck on "Nadira" already. Then hubby suggested the best idea of all ideas in the world. He suggested combining the two names together to become "Nadira Qaisara". It just struck both of us how the two names when combined became an extremely beautifully unique name in its own sense. I love the name! Where have you heard that name in this world? Never! Unique, I was sure nobody would think of such a beautiful name. I was sooo proud hubby could come up with this idea of such a beautiful name for my beautiful baby that we so decided that this was the name and &lt;b&gt;my Nadira Qaisara would be the ONE AND ONLY NADIRA QAISARA in this world&lt;/b&gt;. I was ever so grateful to the Almighty for enlightening us and bestowing this beautiful name to our precious little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that, dearest sis, I'm really sorry and no offence yeah. Frankly, I wasn't really too happy when your cousin took up the name cos I didn't like the idea of having another baby with the same exact name as my little girl. I have every sense to believe that &lt;b&gt; EVERY MOTHER&lt;/b&gt;, after spending so much time wrecking her brains for that so-called perfect name would &lt;b&gt;NEVER&lt;/b&gt; tolerate another child having the same name as hers. That's why I was secretly hoping ur cousin would at least add some other name to the original. Hubby had said," No other Nadira Qaisara is the same as ours cos ours is the original Nadira Qaisara Magad." OKlah .. at least that's comforting me a little. But then again what's in a name? My Nadira Qaisara will always be my precious little girl. The girl so special in her own sense. Even if there's a so-called "version 2.0" now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111925757399066897?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111925757399066897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111925757399066897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111925757399066897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111925757399066897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/06/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111901938413660050</id><published>2005-06-17T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T23:18:10.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An IPOD &amp; the He/SheDevils of SinHELL</title><content type='html'>Few days back, while I was playing around with the folders in my office PC, I found an entire directory of MP3 songs of about 3.5GB in size. Fuhyooooo!! And some of the songs were songs I had downloaded years back but lost when my harddisk had to be reformatted due to a virus. I was thinking of ways to bring those MP3 collection home so I called hubby and asked if I could borrow his 5GB IPOD to bring home the entire collection. He then suggested getting a large size mp3 player so I could also listen to the large collection of songs that I currently have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that, we went Funan just now to check out the prices and which set to get. With my small budget and mediocre needs, I have set my eyes on a 4GB pinkie IPOD Mini. Think this will suffice la since I will not really get to listen to the entire collection. &lt;i&gt;Macamlah aku ni rajin sgt nak dgr lagu2 tu .. most of the time dalam bus ngorok hehehehe&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/gallerypink20050222.jpg" width=350&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;right&gt;Picture courtesy of www.apple.com&lt;/right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a darker note, I have come to believe that yesterday night, the Chinese &amp; Malay 'devils' went around possessing the he/she devils of SingHell causing them pure madness today. Firstly, we were provoked with a message telling us to check our pickup calls from the 9th of this month. I had the lowest yesterday because I was following up on my cases and the person who had halfday was 1 call short from me who was on full day. I wonder, how come is it that she never highlight it when we had more calls to answer and the pigsoes had less calls to answer? My group lead who had 1 more call pickup than me was also pissed. And I hv to say again, having the highest Q calls pickup doesn't always mean u are doing ur job properly. Sometimes, proper troubleshooting wasn't performed at all. Anyhow not wanting to point to anyone, I kept quiet and started Auto-In totally. It totally backfired cos I was rushed, my cases were left hanging and I realised that this is DEFINITELY NOT MY STYLE. NO WAY am I going to overwork myself out just to make some SHEDEVILS happy. U can stay in HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, an accusation from DA PIG was flown to my group who was doing emails. He flew into a rage when nobody admitted dragging his email which he was expecting and simply said the person could have jolly well deleted the email instead of dragging it away to the respective folder. Just before going out to lunch, I had seen the email he was expecting but I had left it alone  knowing it was his. &lt;i&gt;Buat apa aku pegang email dia yang haram tu. Bekas babi je hehehehe .. &lt;/i&gt; But again, watever it is, you could've just dropped the matter right. He didn't and replied to  Lina saying he knew the person is a "ghost" since nobody wanted to admit dragging the email away and thanking her for her "good advise" when she said people make mistakes. What kind of a person is that? Sicko! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimatum came when another accusation was hurled to the poor guys who did the updating for my case. I had forgotten to add the case details in the excel sheet for this particular vendor. Unfortunately, Din, the first person to check the updates either had forgotten to remind me or had in his rush forgotten to check the excel sheet &amp; was accused of updating blindly. Even my former teammate who was assigned to be tagged to him didn't give him face by saying she followed the way he had updated. Duh!! U dun bite the hand that feed you ok! Why can't you just say OK to watever she said instead of saying, "I followed my mentor and he's not here today." to &lt;b&gt;EVERYONE!!&lt;/b&gt; You could jolly well just tell everyone he didn't do his job properly and deserved to be kicked out of this team. Duh! I feel so bad to cause my own kakis problems. As this was a recurring case, I was accused of not listening to instructions. I defended myself saying I did create a new case sheet for this and had also followed her instructions to open a new case sheet with the vendor. The assistant simply retorted that no matter what, I had still forgotten to add the case into the file and unless added, the case will be left opened forever. Seeing no point in arguing since it was in the first place my fault, I apologised. I knew the PIG had complained to her and pinpointed out our mistake in GLEE cos just after her message came in, I received another message from DA PIG HIMSELF, to add the case into the excel sheet. To think I was looking forward to today being a special day for me and hubby. Haiiiizzzz ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111901938413660050?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111901938413660050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111901938413660050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111901938413660050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111901938413660050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/06/ipod-heshedevils-of-sinhell.html' title='An IPOD &amp; the He/SheDevils of SinHELL'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111892824957672609</id><published>2005-06-16T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T00:07:54.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wonderful Hubby</title><content type='html'>Reading &lt;a href="http://picturesque29.blogspot.com/" target=_blank&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; blog touched my heart soooooo much, it made me cry hard. I've grown to realise that I have been taking my own hubby for granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, Anis is not one to be trifled with cos he gets "hot" really easily and his temper *MASYALLAH!*, even my mum is afraid to offend him and kept warning me to not offend him unless I'm purposely asking for trouble. Fortunately, for me, he pampers me a lot. Always giving in to me, my nonsense and my spending for nonsensical stuff. There was once recently when I felt soooo depressed that I cried to myself till I sobbed uncontrollably. Hubby hugged and comforted me without asking me what's wrong. He's always around when I need him and I remember vividly during my 2nd delivery, he cried when he saw how great in pain I was in. He took leave to look after me during my confinement and was always doing things for me. He also never failed to surprise me every year. One very touching thing - hubby hates durians but he was willing to buy durians for his pregnant durian-craving wife. That's my sweet hubby for me. And because June is a special month for us ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been the best wife in the world but to me you are the best husband in the entire universe. I loved you then, I love you now and I love you forever. You are always in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kendati selautan segunung &lt;br /&gt;Permata di kanan dan kiri &lt;br /&gt;Selagi jantungku berdegup hingga &lt;br /&gt;Tiba saat terhenti &lt;br /&gt;Dialah di hati &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada pilihan kedua &lt;br /&gt;Pertama hingga akhir usia &lt;br /&gt;Hanya dia .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;My Darling Hubby - Mohammad Anis Magad&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/anis.jpg" border=2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111892824957672609?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111892824957672609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111892824957672609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111892824957672609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111892824957672609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-wonderful-hubby.html' title='My Wonderful Hubby'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111884040913249553</id><published>2005-06-15T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T20:21:05.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step by Step</title><content type='html'>I've grown tired of complaining and getting pissed with da bitch. This is so especially after finding out from an ex-teammate, who was formerly in her team, that she was like dat all along. Today it so happened when the Q calls come in, all her three favourite agents weren't around to answer the calls. Everybody was engaged on the phone with users who had called in. Like it or not, no matter how many times she shouted "Q calls", no one could pick up the calls. She ended up answering the calls. Hahaha ... let's see how long more she's going to tolerate their disappearance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to go silence, keep my distance from her and correct all that will put me into a negative point. That's the best way to deal with bitches like her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side of things, I went KL over the weekend to do some shopping and visiting. Bought a number of things too. Unfortunately, our time was limited so there wasn't really much time to do thinking-before-buying shopping. Didn't even manage to really go to all the shopping places I had wanted to go cos I was having bad ligament pains on my tummy due to the long walks. Nuqman has started walking now, Alhamdulillah. At 14 months, he's slower than kakak when it comes to walking but I guess that's all right because he already had grown all his teeth. I can  imagine, in 2 yrs down the road, hubby won't even have the energy to run after 2 toddlers since the baby &amp; Nuqman are just 1 yr apart in age. Come to think of it, I can't wait to see them all grown up. But agggghhhh .. dat would mean I'll be an old middle age woman already!!! *Breathe in .. breathe out ...* Take it step by step iDa .. slowly .. slowly ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111884040913249553?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111884040913249553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111884040913249553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111884040913249553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111884040913249553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/06/step-by-step.html' title='Step by Step'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111840798234953885</id><published>2005-06-10T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T23:20:46.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Targets! Targets! Targets!</title><content type='html'>I had come in extra early today to ensure that I was well prepared for my first escalation job since coming into the new account. Unfortunately, things started to get out of hand after lunch. I really regretted going for the first lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting updates and there was this one particular call which I need to escalate to the onsite engineers first as the user is a gold user. At that time, there were 2 calls coming in. I was online with an engineer and as the shout of "Q call" came around, I turned to look at who was around. There were only me, Katak, si kecik and another colleague. The others were not around. Later on, came up one spicy message for everyone from the assistant :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I want to take this opportunity to HIGHLIGHT this piece of info again...(since we hv Shan &amp; Ida here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Escalator of the day WILL HAVE/NEED to pick up Queue calls if necessary ... escalations to be HALT 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Emails/ Vendor tracking -  Group lead to take note.&lt;br /&gt;I remember clearly, vendor tracking procedure v1.6&lt;br /&gt;"Ensure that at least two of the members in each group is in "Auto In" status when doing tracking." (Often, i see all AUX at the same time) and oso if got queue calls, emails/vendors tracking has to be halt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Talking to onsites/Vendors/2nd lvls on white phones or call master....can always call them back ... pick up Queue calls 1st ... all calls must be pick WITHIN 3 rings ... if not consider FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TQ!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that msg was targetted at me as I was the escalator of the day but USE YOUR HEAD WOMAN .. USE YOUR HEAD .. WHERE ARE ALL YOUR DARLINGZ WHEN THE CALLS COME IN??!! Today is just my first day of escalation and you already start picking on me. Maybe you should answer calls instead of just sitting in front of the internet PC and configure whatever there is to configure. Isn't YOUR Q CALL MORE IMPORTANT??!!! I see you chatting on MSN all the time even though you claim you are busy doing jobs done by a leader. You show your most sucky and irritated face when you have to help out in answering the Q calls and you NEVER follow up on your cases. Everybody &lt;b&gt;MUST BE &lt;/b&gt;perfect in doing their jobs. You know why your darlings can answer so many calls and do their vendor checks so fast? THEY NEVER DO TROUBLESHOOTING AND EXPECT YOUR ENGINEERS TO DO THEIR BIDDINGS. Of course, you claimed we take too long to do our troubleshooting. Do you know in NOKIA, we're expected TO SOLVE problems on the spot? This is what I call true technical helpdesk. Onsite engineers have better and more important stuff to do, you know! Not do stupid biddings of stupid users and helpdesk agents who do not know their responsibilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how one will develop their technical skills by being a helpdesk agent who only answer &amp; log calls without any troubleshooting. I do not want to remain that way all my life. I had plans after my confinement period and with the extra 1 month maternity leave, there's just so much to achieve. My CCNA. MCSE. Lotus Notes SA certifications. I will do it. Insyallah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111840798234953885?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111840798234953885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111840798234953885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111840798234953885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111840798234953885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/06/targets-targets-targets.html' title='Targets! Targets! Targets!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111833059882244397</id><published>2005-06-09T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T23:56:43.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What? Where? When?</title><content type='html'>I'm so sick of work that I wished I had disappeared from the surface of earth. There was juz too much politics. Too much backstabbings and too much hypocrisy. I'm beginning to act like a hypocrite too. Soo sweet and smiley outside but bitter and critical inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I juz found out the same people who's close to the leaders are feeling just as frustrated. Who loves hearing the leader shout Q calls all the time? Nobody. Even then, you can soften the effect by saying nicely, "Errrm so-and-so, can you help me to pick up the Q call?" My previously leaders would come up to me personally and say softly,"Ida, can help me pickup the call?" They never shout out a certain somebody's name and let everyone know you're the &lt;b&gt;WEAKEST LINK&lt;/b&gt;. Everything we do is a rush. I am always slow in replying or following up on cases because I've been too engrossed in answering Q calls. If I take too long to log a case because I'm too deep in thought in trying to remember all the troubleshooting details, a certain somebody would send me an instant message to say I've gone ACW for too long. Grrrrr .. ashooooooooole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems that my current leader really doesn't know that her people skills sux. To the extend that suggestions of bringing up team spirit and morale are being rejected cold. Just today, my group leader popped out a message to my group which really tickles me. &lt;b&gt;"A leader delegates jobs and ensures that the SLAs are met."&lt;/b&gt;  I do not know if he was implying to &lt;b&gt;HER&lt;/b&gt; but it makes me laugh all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my body itching had gone so bad that it left stretchmark-like marks on the itchy areas. I had to resort to buying cocoa butter and royal jelly moisturisers to curb the itch and improve my skin texture. Even then, the itch still persists and hubby's trying ways and means to stop me from scratcing cos the marks look so hideous. Me? I feel soo itchy, I practically dun give a damn anymore hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I will be going on a short weekend shopping trip to a neighbouring country. Hubby's so excited about the trip, we've got orders even before we bought tickets for the trip. I have yet to decide what I'll be spending on cos I just splurged 59 bux on a satin pair of pants from Anglia. Hubby had warned against overspending in case I wake up late to work for the next 2 weeks continuously just like I did last week hehehehe cos I just couldn't wake up. Sigh .. with the money I spent on cabs, I could jolly well afford a Picanto. Haiiizzz .. bila lah aku nak pass TP ni ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111833059882244397?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111833059882244397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111833059882244397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111833059882244397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111833059882244397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-where-when.html' title='What? Where? When?'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111772682124792981</id><published>2005-06-02T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T00:31:11.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life has been ..</title><content type='html'>It's been sometime since I last update. Well, I have been busy with work (&lt;B&gt;AS ALWAYS&lt;/B&gt;), the kids and my family, at least till yesterday cos my mom took the kids back to JB for the whole month since it's the school hols and Nadira wasn't schooling. Hubby and I took this opportunity to spend some quality time together and last night, we went to watch Madagascar. We had initially planned to watch the show with the kids over the weekend but since I had bought the whole trilogy of LOTR on impulse whilst window shopping, we so decided to have a weekend home movie marathon instead. Unfortunately, it remained an intention as always. We either end up having the show watching us while we sleep or we simple left the VCD running on its own without any spectators as we rushed around the house to clean up after the mess the kids have made. I tell you, 2 days off for us is simply not enough! I wonder how hubby is going to manage on his own when I start work on Saturday hee hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Madagascar was hilarious! I love the penguins! They are so funny! However, I have to warn you though. If u go there expecting a show like Shrek or Finding Nemo, then I'm afraid you will be disappointed. It's juz a simple show about friendships. To enjoy the show, you have to go with a simple mind. Though I personally feel &lt;b&gt;Finding Nemo&lt;/b&gt; is hundred times better, I still enjoyed the show, esp the theme song "I like to move it move it!" hehehehehehe .. and believe me, those are the only words in the song! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk abt work. I &lt;b&gt;FINALLY &lt;/b&gt;got my own table and I LURVE my seat cos it &lt;b&gt;IS THE FURTHEST FRM DA BITCH!&lt;/b&gt; Haha !! Well at least for now. I won't have to bother about some kepoz hearing my conversations and correcting whatever I said all the time! Hate it when people do that to me. I'm all grown up WOKAY! I dun need U to correct my language all the time. Even then, I never do that to my daughter cos I know she'll learn the right language after getting the hang of it. We all do. We just need &lt;b&gt;TIME&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still pissed with her. Today I had instantly messaged her using our network messaging tool to ask for &lt;b&gt;ONE DAY LEAVE&lt;/b&gt; on the last week of June for my boy's medical checkup. She never got back to me. And &lt;b&gt;I HAVE NOO INTENTION&lt;/b&gt; of asking her again cos she's a bitch. From the start, she had told me to &lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt; check out the messages in the messaging tool and juz s few days back, she had reminded me again to always respond to her messages. &lt;b&gt;SO!!&lt;/b&gt;.. if she were to make the excuse of not seeing my message when SHE HERSELF had made it clear to ME to always check and reply to my messages, &lt;b&gt;SHE'S AN ASSWIPE&lt;/b&gt;! ENFORCE THINGS UNTO OTHERS BUT DO NOT PRACTICE ON HER OWN! Or is she just ignoring my request? Is this the kind of leader we want? I'm even more upset now after finding out that the person I had hoped will make things better in this new account, will not be joining the account after all. Haiizzzz ..... Anyhow, I'm starting to have fun at work, thanks to crackpotz teammates, &lt;a href="http://katak.diaryland.com"&gt;Katak&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://arlinz.diaryland.com"&gt;Arlinz&lt;/a&gt;. Think without them around, my life would've been very miserable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I'm leaving for JB tomorrow evening and spending the weekend with the kids. So used to their noisy antics .. I find it kinda strange to be on our own. I missed them sooo much, I can't wait to cross the border and make our way to Perling hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111772682124792981?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111772682124792981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111772682124792981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111772682124792981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111772682124792981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/06/life-has-been.html' title='Life has been ..'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111708679196208420</id><published>2005-05-26T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T13:53:11.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Anguish and Heart Pain</title><content type='html'>I found out later in the monring yesterday that my leader was on leave to send her mom to the polyclinic. WOW! Great! Wonderful! I can't go on leave to look after my son or send him to the hospital ah but &lt;b&gt;SHE CAN!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt; The world is soooooo unfair!! &lt;b&gt;&amp;*(_)^&amp;*^&amp;*^&amp;%^&amp;%*^&amp;^&amp;% HER LAH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, another phonecall from KL from a very very dear friend brought great hope and news to me. Insyallah, I pray and I pray it will come true for you. Life in this new account would be better, I pray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadira came down with fever last night. She was sooo hot, when I took her temperature she was measuring 39 degrees. Haiyooo .. I spongebathed her, pasted coolpaks on her forehead and covered her legs with my blanket just to make sure it goes down. Alhamdulillah it went down to 37.5 degrees but still fever is there. I hope she gets better soon. Haiiizzz .. asal lah anak2 aku asik sakit je.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111708679196208420?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111708679196208420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111708679196208420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111708679196208420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111708679196208420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/05/more-anguish-and-heart-pain.html' title='More Anguish and Heart Pain'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111700058537198184</id><published>2005-05-25T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T14:01:44.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Brainers &amp; Heart.</title><content type='html'>Both my dinos came down with fever on Monday evening after getting caught in the rain during a picnic with my family that day. That night, the boy kept vomitting after coughing hard. I had already brought them to the doctor earlier and fearing that his condition would get worse, I decided to call up my leader to inform her that I need to take urgent leave to look after both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me to call my manager up saying she's not in a position to approve urgent leaves. Then when asked if the manager wants me to check with her, she said she will not approve even if the manager approves. She even asked me to get someone else to look after my kids as she does not have enough people to cover that day. My hubby had his shooting scheduled that day and he's not able to change it at the last minute unless an emergency crops up. When I told her that, she still insist that she will not let me go and insisted me to get someone else to look after my children as she's also expecting someone to go on leave that same day. OK, since she does not understand the importance of looking after your own sickly kids (since she had none her own) I will do as she says because that was what she wanted me to do. I didn't call my manager up as I was totally demoralised and upset. Even then what is the point? She will not let me go. My respect for her had totally gone away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afiq didn't sleep well the entire night coughing and breathing heavily, crying and tossing till he's comfortable. He kept waking up every 15 minutes looking for a comfortable position to sleep. In the morning @6.30am as I was getting ready to work, I noticed that his breathing became heavy and noisy, a sign that he was wheezing and starting to get breathless. He woke up and cried, asking us to carry him. Even when we carried him, he kept on crying, tossing his head on hubby's shoulder to find a comfortable spot to lie on. Hubby decided to bring him to KK as he was starting to get very breathless. I decided to call my manager directly. I was hoping that he would sympathise and agreed to let me go unconditionally. Imagine my horror when my manager asked why did I only tell him in the morning when they were sick since the previous night? I explained that I had already told my leader the previous nite as to why I need the urgent leave but because she had refused to grant my leave, I see no point in calling him up for approval. Only now, since my son's condition had gotten to the point of breathlessness, I need to urgently send him to KK for immediate medical attention. He then said that I have very bad management and asked that how come I keep having urgent leaves and I told him that I cannot forsee  at all if my kids will get very sick. I mean, can you tell if you will get tomorrow morning or if you will die tomorrow? Being experienced parents with an asthmatic child (Nadira has very bad asthma to the point that she was practically admitted to ICU every month from 9 months till 1.5yrs old), we knew when it was serious and when it was not and if anything were to happen to my son thanks to their "UNDERSTANDING", I would defintely GO PUBLIC with the treatment they give. If this is how the goverment wants to promote family friendliness in workplaces, then I am sad to say, the government has FAILED MISERABLY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my leave after much argumentation but from wat I had gathered today from my new teammate, they weren't very happy about it. I dun give a damn. If I had lost my son yesterday, would they be responsible? I doubt so. They would blame me for being a bad mother. That's what they are good at. Finger pointing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111700058537198184?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111700058537198184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111700058537198184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111700058537198184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111700058537198184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-brainers-heart.html' title='No Brainers &amp; Heart.'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111639375613402650</id><published>2005-05-18T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T13:26:35.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's the Day</title><content type='html'>The long wait was well worth it and finally today, hubby can satisfy his curiousity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ceh .. cam betul je aku ni*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby had been waiting so long for this day to arrive, all because he will be able to fit in the puzzles that had been in his head since 1976. Well, although it was something I wasn't really looking forward to, every man in my family seems to be super duper excited about today. OK OK enough riddles. I'm talking abt the most talked about Star Wars Episode 3 : Return of the Sith! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even both my kids can't take their eyes off the teevee when the trailer goes onscreen. Haiiizzz .. guess it runs in the family. Hubby has it, the girl has it and the boy has it. I wonder if the one in my tummy has it too. Hopefully, hubby doesn't turn into another Darth Vader. Hmmm .. how does Darth Anis sound?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111639375613402650?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111639375613402650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111639375613402650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111639375613402650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111639375613402650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/05/todays-day.html' title='Today&apos;s the Day'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111630760424315322</id><published>2005-05-17T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T13:13:17.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been busy .. itchy bitsy ...</title><content type='html'>I have been busy familiarising myself with the new account so .. sorry folks if I haven't been replying to your tags and comments. I do read them and visit ur sites .. just that no time to leave a tag or comment lah. Dun worry .. me still around, still alive, still kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking abt kicking, baby's been real active lately. My tummy's really showing right now hehehehe even to the extend that I had to own up to my family. They have all suspected all along, so there's no need for me to declare. I had only told my mum just last Thursday after the visit to the hospital, all thanks to the sharp pain at my lower abdomen. She didn't react so I guess she was resigned to her fate of looking after 3 rascals soon hehehehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, here's a quote from Baby Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is it normal to feel itchy during pregnancy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not uncommon to feel itchy in some areas, particularly around your growing belly and breasts as your skin stretches to accommodate them. Pregnancy hormones may also be partly to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two-thirds of women also find that their palms and the soles of their feet get red and sometimes itchy during pregnancy. Experts think that this condition, which usually disappears right after delivery, is caused by an increase in estrogen. It's less common among African Americans than among lighter-skinned women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, you may find that certain conditions that normally make you itchy (such as dry skin, eczema, or food allergies) make you even itchier when you're pregnant.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder lah I've been feeling extra extra itchy all over. Hubby sampai naik menyampah bila I suruh tolong garukkan my back. Kalau I elastigirl takpe *pppffffttttt*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111630760424315322?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111630760424315322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111630760424315322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111630760424315322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111630760424315322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/05/been-busy-itchy-bitsy.html' title='Been busy .. itchy bitsy ...'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111571983187505993</id><published>2005-05-10T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T18:12:55.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Business</title><content type='html'>A sign at a drink shop along Serangoon Road reads ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No Coconuts Today. Monkey Fell Down.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111571983187505993?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111571983187505993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111571983187505993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111571983187505993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111571983187505993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/05/monkey-business.html' title='Monkey Business'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111564437116591459</id><published>2005-05-09T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T21:12:51.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Team .. new timing .. new iDa</title><content type='html'>I can foresee myself with dark eyebags, shagged face and droopy eyes nearing my due date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new teammates are ok. The job seems OK but the timing sux! I'm expected to work from 8am to 6.30pm everyday from Monday to Friday and 8am to 1pm on alternate Saturdays. Sigh~ .. life seems to be getting from bad to worse now. Already, adapting to the SIA team was a &lt;b&gt;HUGE&lt;/B&gt; effort. In Nokia, I had company transport waiting for me in Woodlands @ 7.55am. All I need to do is keep myself awake from 9am to 6.30pm. That is not a problem but because I had moved back to JB, I had to wake up at 4am every morning just to catch the 6am train. The ticket attendant always closes the gate @ 5.45am because of the huge morning crowd and I tell u, you can &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; cross the causeway in a bus smoothly as there are thousands of Malaysians and Singaporeans (like me!) living in JB &lt;i&gt;carik rezeki&lt;/i&gt; in Singapore entering Singapore as early as 4am in the morning. I was always late for work and was always tired when I entered Singapore taking the bus. Another alternative was to take the bike with my dad but I won't be able to catch up on sleep on the road so I chose the train. Besides, I always loved taking train rides, esp in the cool morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come SIA, I had to move back to Singapore as for me to reach Singapore by 8am from JB is extremely impossible, unless of course, I learnt how to drive *grins*. But then driving takes time and money. This is like the only way out for me. Adapting to a new team plus the super duper long Qs of 966 in the early mornings made it even worse for me. I ended up taking taxis very often. Unfortunately, that is sooo not good for my pockets so I ended up coming late each time I wake up late (oklah at least I arrive by 8.20am, not like some others hehe). This new team seems very particular about punctuality. Everybody arrives early and the latest one arrives at the same time when I arrive early in SIA team. Aggggghhh!!! I dunno if I can wait this long to give birth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silap haribulan .. bulan 8 jugak aku give birth hehehehe .. yeahhoooo!! &lt;b&gt;Can't wait!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111564437116591459?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111564437116591459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111564437116591459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111564437116591459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111564437116591459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-team-new-timing-new-ida.html' title='New Team .. new timing .. new iDa'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111539354588886497</id><published>2005-05-07T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T00:33:34.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To All Mothers ..</title><content type='html'>Kepada semua ibu-ibu, terutama sekali bakal ibu, ibu tercinta, ibu mertua, ibu sedara, ibu angkat, ibu tiri, ibu tunggal, ibu jari, ibu pejabat, ibu kota, ibu ayam .. hehehehehe ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H2&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111539354588886497?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111539354588886497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111539354588886497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111539354588886497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111539354588886497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/05/to-all-mothers.html' title='To All Mothers ..'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111539774043904004</id><published>2005-05-06T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T00:42:20.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Team</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, I said farewell to my lunch kaki Ruth who had ended her contract with IBM supporting the SIA account. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, everybody's saying farewells to everyone in the core team (office hour team). I was not there to witness the goodbyes since I was down with fever, thus MC, but I got sms-es from my boss, saying his final goodbye. Sha, who was ever so ready to listen, provide and assist in as many ways as he can. Sha, it's great working with you man. I can't believe my ears when u actually offered to go all the way down to Ubi to bring umbrellas for the 2 of us just because we were caught in the heavy rain after lunch yesterday. &lt;i&gt;Sampai basah stokin sume. Mana nak dapat boss cam ni eh? *ahaks* &lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, goodbye SIA .. KL guys will support u all now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111539774043904004?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111539774043904004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111539774043904004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111539774043904004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111539774043904004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/05/farewell-team.html' title='Farewell Team'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111496731846753576</id><published>2005-04-30T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T01:19:01.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>To My Darling Boy, Nuqman Afiq ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the very first time we've come to know of your existence&lt;br /&gt;till today when you turned One, &lt;br /&gt;You have made our lives more complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your funny antics,&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet smiles,&lt;br /&gt;Could melt just anybody who'd glance upon your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;Your life's journey had just started its course.&lt;br /&gt;May God Bless You and May your life's journey be a better one than mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you forever,&lt;br /&gt;Your Mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idafiq.jpg" width=200 border=2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111496731846753576?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111496731846753576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111496731846753576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111496731846753576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111496731846753576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111474338553440887</id><published>2005-04-29T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T10:56:25.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People ..</title><content type='html'>Ever since I graduated from school 7 yrs ago, I have met all kinds of people in the several companies I have worked for. Backstabbers, gossipers, bootlickers, latecomers (I'm one of them), selfish team mates and so on and so forth. The best experience I have so far is in my Nokia team and the most sucky job, my Sim Lim stint. Unfortunately, these cannot be defeated by my current team which is currently being supported by guys we called buffers. I must say one particular buffer irks me to death with her current attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since today is her last day, 3 days back she had told me, she was not going to update or care abt her cases with users. I had reminded her to try closing all her cases by today and she was just smiling when told. It so happened that I was helping her to follow up on a difficult to handle user on that day and even went through all the trouble to help find the necessary information she was unable to provide. All I asked was for her to update the user. Because of the seriousness of the case, it was escalated to the higher management and when questioned, she just explained she left all action to the onsite engineers and did not even bother to find out what happened. What kind of attitude is that? Blardee irresponsible right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, a user called up insisting to speak to her. I called her out (she was not doing anything at that time) and in an extremely irritated voice, she asked me,"Who is that?" I told her it was so and so and that they had insisted to speak her. Immediately she showed her most hideous face and told me,"TELL HIM I'M ONLINE LAH!" .. immediately my blood went up to boiling point. I calmed myself down and spoke to user that I will get her to call user back. I sent her a message to call user back and she replied by saying she can't help user already. SOOOOO??!!! That's uuuurrr fu***** problem spinster!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiiizzz .. ni andartu mmg tak sedar diri! Kalau gini macam lah attitude kau all the way eh, gi balik kampong kau kat Me'sia and tanam jagung sua! Kat Singapore, this kind of attitude no one can tolerate and we have limited land for corn harvesting. Sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111474338553440887?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111474338553440887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111474338553440887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111474338553440887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111474338553440887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/04/people.html' title='People ..'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111444220910146391</id><published>2005-04-25T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T23:34:49.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Apple  A Day Keeps Doctor Away</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately .. not for me this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many apples a day I eat, I still have to see the doctor. I was soo excited abt seeing my KK gynae-no-more, Dr Adrian Tan, I even dreamt of seeing him hahahaha. Anyhow, to cut everything short, the visit left me all starry eyed until I was told to go for 3 blood tests. 3 blood tests equals to three bottles of blood. They poked me many times but because I had too much "muscles", they couldn't feel a vein no matter how they pressed and poked. I was already grimacing in pain and finally they decided to draw blood from the back of my thin hands. So, thanks to the dracula who drew 3 bottles of blood from me, my right hand was practically useless for the rest of the day. I was put to light duty after the visit hehehe. Payment wise, it is sooo much more expensive compared to what I had paid for when consulting Dr Ang but then again, hubby would rather pay than experience whatever he had to experience again. At least, he's assured that I'm in good hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm sooo into babies now, I took some photos of baby Nur Ashika who happened to be awake at that time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/DSC01170.jpg" width=200 border=2&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/DSC01168.jpg" width=200 border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;and chanced upon these 2 lovebirds sleeping together....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/DSC01166.jpg" width=250 border=2&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/7007924-111444220910146391?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111444220910146391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111444220910146391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111444220910146391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111444220910146391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/04/apple-day-keeps-doctor-away.html' title='An Apple  A Day Keeps Doctor Away'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111410202735118999</id><published>2005-04-22T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T00:58:28.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My babies ..</title><content type='html'>Some little updates on my babies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nadira Qaisara&lt;/b&gt; - Since attending nursery, she's been humming doas, nursery rhymes and even THE NATIONAL ANTHEM continuously. MIL is so impressed with the fast rate of learning that she bought Islamic CDs for her to watch after school. Even I am impressed. Glad I made a good choice. Some of the doas are soo ancient (flashback to my kindergarden daze in PPIS) that I have to keep on referring to her book just to make sure she gets the pronounciation correct. Nanti jadi lain makna plak .. susah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nuqman Afiq&lt;/b&gt; - Boy's been really active lately. He has yet to learn how to walk, but he loves going outdoors rather than stay indoors. Each time I get myself ready to go out, he will jump in excitement and cry for me to carry him. Boy's soooo protective of me that when hubby purposely "hit" me to see his reaction, he immediately bangs himself on hubby to prevent hubby from "hitting" me. He's one affectionate boy too. There was one time when he was cooped up all evening in the bedroom that when hubby suddenly laid down with arms and legs apart, boy came to him, put his arms around hubby's neck and kissed him affectionately. Immediately, hubby's reaction came, "OK, what do u want from me?" hahaha .. same exact reaction to me when I start getting affectionate kehkehkehkeh ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baby No. 3&lt;/b&gt; - Doctor's assuming I'm having a girl .. though it has yet to be confirmed. My symptoms seem to be pointing to a girl, I think. I'm still having my morning sickness, especially after brushing my teeth. The vomitting came voluntarily. Baby's kicks since the 17th week are much stronger now, esp just now in the bus while I was yawning and she suddenly made a big swooooosssssh. Gave me that "Oppps .. what did I do??!!" feeling. I have small mountains around my forehead now .. so many of them, I couldn't count and my tummy is starting to show so no more lying on the tummy acts. My appetite is getting better (Oh no! I'm going to start ballooning after this!!) and where I used to finish less than half a plate of mee goreng, I can finish more than a plate now. Unfortunately, when someone gets sick, I get sick. Actually now, I'm voiceless. Probably due to my low immunity, constant weather changes and lack in drinking water. I'm thinking of names for the lil gal. How does Natasha Qistina sound? Exotic? *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hubby&lt;/b&gt; - Since the botak took over, he's been blardee busy entertaining his boss. Always returning home after 9pm and always busy here, busy there. Poor thing been's going home late practically every day now and poor me had to go home on my own each time. No more that "meet me at xxxx" phonecalls, just "I'll be home late" phonecalls. Sometimes it's so frustrating to know only hubby had to do OT .. and it's so difficult for him to get his leave approved. Sux big time man! And at this time he's still in office!!! What the hell is he doing in the office at this time?? What else .. some "urgent" deadline to meet lah. Aku yang frust tonggek kat rumah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111410202735118999?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111410202735118999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111410202735118999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111410202735118999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111410202735118999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-babies.html' title='My babies ..'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111396343813520693</id><published>2005-04-20T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T10:34:52.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gynae dilemma Part 2</title><content type='html'>Monday on my way to work, the cab I was on almost had an accident. There was a container box, the ones attached to the back of the motorbikes sliding across the expressway. How it got detached from the owner's bike, we do not know but I thank God that the cabby who was driving at 90km/hr managed to swerve to the next lane which was fortunately empty at that time immediately to avoid hitting the box. I couldn't imagine what would've happened to me if he hadn't done so. The cab could've overturned, I think. *shudders at the tot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to stop seeing Dr Ang since I do not want to face another bad experience with his clinic assistant. Some friends suggested complaining to the doctor but then again I see no point in continuing as I do not wish to face the same kind of treatment from his assistant. Anyhow, the lady has been there longer than I was. My complaint won't get her terminated, even if I want to, though I'm not that busuk hati hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I called KKH up yesterday to make an appointment to see my gynae Dr Adrian Tan. I couldn't get through due to some technical fault and whilst chatting with a friend on MSN, found out that Dr Adrian Tan has moved to TMC with 2 other gynaecologists from KK! How wonderful!!! I got the number and immediately called Dr Tan's clinic. A friendly young voice who admitted she was from KK too arranged an appointment for me at 11.30am for Monday. I was only too happy to be able to see my previous gynae. After all, he was gentle when checking my cervix and doing my pap smear tests. My only concerned were the fees but according to the clinic assistant, I would be paying the same fees as I did in KK. Well, I hope. Anyhow, I'm looking forward to seeing him on Monday. Hopefully, I won't be disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111396343813520693?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111396343813520693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111396343813520693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111396343813520693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111396343813520693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/04/gynae-dilemma-part-2.html' title='Gynae dilemma Part 2'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111380529456038864</id><published>2005-04-18T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T17:04:11.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gynae dilemma</title><content type='html'>Life has been good so far. Everybody in my team treats me very well, something I do not expect after all that hearsay from my close team mates. Anyhow, I have come to realised that their attitude towards me changed after they found out I am pregnant. *grins* .. anyway, that's not what I will be blogging abt today. I went to my gynae's pte clinic for my monthly appt last Saturday. Sad to say, the treatment I received on that day changed my perception of private gynaecological clinics. Here's what happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one incident whereby I was feeling unwell on a weekday and gynae asked my husband to just go down after work to collect my MC on my behalf. The clinic assistant made hubby wait for nearly an hour for the MC slip because she was too busy attending to the waiting list people instead of preparing the MC. There were so many people there and already all the other 4 husbands who waited for their wives' MCs had gone back after a futile wait for the MCs. Hubby was the only one still waiting and he was already growing mad with anger with each passing minute. Exactly an hour after waiting, he sms-ed me in anger and told me that he will not wait for the MC any longer. He just cannot tolerate this attitude. Imagine the auntie was more interested in looking for a lost appointment card instead of preparing the MC when he already notified her upon arrival that he's collecting my MC. Another couple eventually went back in anger at 8.30pm after waiting since 5pm. Hubby overhead the hubby saying,"I'm going to complain that fatass to the Dr Ang." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the crowd, hubby suggested changing my appointment to Saturday morning. I called the next day to change my appointment to Saturday. All the auntie said was," OK, u come before 1pm ah and just wait lah." I arrived at 11.30am last Saturday, gave my appointment card and waited. At 1pm, the part time clinic assistant came down and asked me whether I want to go TMC to see the gynae or come another day. Sighing, I told her that I could only come down on Saturday. She wrote down the date of my appointment and gave to me. I told her to write down the time as I do not want this incident to happen again. She did just dat and then I asked for my MC for the other day. She asked me how come I didn't collect my MC. When I told her that hubby waited for an hour for the MC, the full time clinic assistant angrily said out loud in front of all the patients in the clinic,"Where got one hour? Your husband just cannot wait one ah!" I jus smiled and walk off, in my heart deeply unhappy with the accusation and deeply embarrassed by her outburst. I knew hubby wasn't lying cos he sms-ed me when he reached the clinic and he called me an hour later when he was leaving the clinic in anger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really regretted opting for a change in gynae thinking it would be much better. I had opted for TMC thinking that it was better than KK. Well, cost-wise it was cheaper but I had not expected to be turned away after waiting for 1.5hours. At least in KK, even though I have to wait that long, I would have the guarantee to see my gynae. I hadn't feel right about going for TMC in the first place and after what I've experienced, my bad feelings turned out right. KKH is afterall a familiar place. I'm just so used to their way of doing things. Some more now that I have found out my original gynae Dr. Adrian Tan is still around, I am having second tots of continuing consultation with TMC. Sigh! What should I do??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111380529456038864?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111380529456038864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111380529456038864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111380529456038864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111380529456038864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/04/gynae-dilemma.html' title='Gynae dilemma'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111329715415589551</id><published>2005-04-12T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T10:13:46.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I passed! ..</title><content type='html'>I passed my FTT! Woooooohooooooooo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! I studied so hard for the test, wrecking my already rusty brain and Alhamdulillah, I passed the test! Next step .. my practical. Oh God, please guide me to go through it all smoothly. Amin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more good news, once its confirmed I will announce but for now, all I will say is hubby is trying really hard to pass his IPPT, even to the extend of going jogging in the rain after 8pm *grins*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My frens said, Ni sume rezeki my unborn child bring. I dunno how true but then again, all my kids bring rezeki *grins*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111329715415589551?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111329715415589551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111329715415589551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111329715415589551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111329715415589551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-passed.html' title='I passed! ..'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111279739875096764</id><published>2005-04-06T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T22:23:18.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Girl!</title><content type='html'>My sister finally gave birth to a super cutey baby girl after 23 hours of labour in the delivery suite. Boy! What a start to a threesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went through c-sect though cos they didn't want to hold any longer as they were afraid the baby will get into complications. Alhamdulillah, the baby came out fine and sooo adorable that everyone fussed over the baby causing my boy to get jealous and threw practically everything he could get his hands on. Anyhow, baby and mummy are fine and healthy. They'll be staying over after my sis got discharged. I wonder how my mum will cope with my 2 dinosaurs, a newborn and having to look after my sis. Gee, think I will have to engage a maid to help out soon. Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111279739875096764?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111279739875096764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111279739875096764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111279739875096764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111279739875096764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a Girl!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111266966582930207</id><published>2005-04-05T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T12:27:56.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy huh?</title><content type='html'>I haven't been able to blog .. mostly because I was too occupied with family affairs, namely looking after my consistently feverish boy. He had been having high fever since last Monday the 28th but it went totally down after we saw a paediatrician. The fever started again on Saturday morning and up till today, he was still having that fever even though we never missed a single dose. My aunts kept thinking he was going to get that most dreaded word "C" but I simply discarded that idea cos he wasn't having any rashes or spots on his body at all. Anyhow, we continued to monitor him and for the first time last night, he slept through without asking for milk. And a phonecall to Mum brought good news. His fever had subsided. Phew~ ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday evening, my sis called me asking how the labour contractions are like. I'm like what?!! "Kau dah nak beranak ke?" She told me the pain felt like period cramps. Since she was alone at home and her hubby was at work, I told her to pack up and call her hubby to meet her up at KK to avoid any delay in case she felt like giving birth already. There, doctors found her contractions minor and gave them a choice; to either induce or go home and monitor her contractions. Her hubby didn't feel at ease on leaving her at home alone since he wanted to save his leave for postnatal period, to help out looking after the baby so he opted for induced labour. My sis didn't feel anything so she was sent to the normal ward where she was monitored for contractions every 4 hours. Doctors had told her that if there are no signs of major contractions or opening of cervix by today, she would be put under the knife. Thankfully, today morning as informed by her hubby, she was put in the labour ward as her cervix had opened to 3cm and they have burst the waterbag. I pray to God, everything goes fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My palm has been feeling itchy the past few days and my right eye, twitching for the past 2 days. I hope everything will turn out good. &lt;i&gt;Agaknya jadi OKB tak? Pehhhhhhh lah .. boleh mimpiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!! hehehehehhee ... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111266966582930207?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111266966582930207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111266966582930207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111266966582930207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111266966582930207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/04/busy-huh.html' title='Busy huh?'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111199299772403086</id><published>2005-03-28T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T14:56:37.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F*** ... I did it again!</title><content type='html'>Think u can guess .. I lost my report again .... sigh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it wasn't entirely my fault. The stupid Excel spreadsheet hunged up on me. Sigh .. I'm begining to hate Bill Gates for creating a wonderful yet a stupid software which can't do a simple recovery of hanged file. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it and one more time u do this to me, I'm switching over to MAC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111199299772403086?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111199299772403086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111199299772403086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111199299772403086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111199299772403086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/03/f-i-did-it-again.html' title='F*** ... I did it again!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111184712063481278</id><published>2005-03-26T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T23:04:18.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Party so not ..</title><content type='html'>The long awaited long weekend is finally here and is fast ending. &lt;i&gt;Sob Sob.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma was thinking of where to go yesterday and I was thinking of bringing the kids to the swimming pool when the idea struck. We go beach! Since it was a friday, we decided to wait till the men are back from their friday prayers and we will meet them at the interchange to East Coast beach. My uncles and their families were to meet us in East Coast afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy! When we arrived there, it was sooo crowded that we couldn't find any empty space to lay our mats. We finally found one spot near the breakwater and quite a short distance from the Lifeguard house so after everything was settled, I took Nadira down to the sea and we soaked ourselves in the salty water. It was low tide but the waves were rather strong. Been sometime since I last went swimming in the Singapore seawaters (think it was 5 years? or more?), but we enjoyed it alot. Hubby didn't like swimming in the sea so he didn't join us. Afiq was scared of the huge waves so hubby graciously took Afiq for walks around the crowded park. We left East coast at abt 8pm for dinner at Tampines Habibie, my uncle's shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why lately my appetite hasn't been good. I feel full very fast and can never finish my food. It was difficult to choose what I feel like eating and I ended up choosing a familiar dish, Beef Fried Rice which I didn't finish. Think I will lose more weight if this goes on. Just a checkup ago, when I weighed myself, I had lost 2kg within a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we all reached home at 11.30pm. The kids were soo tired that they only woke up at 9am today, no stirrups at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a matter takde kena mengena langsung dgn ini gambar, I have joined the family of dinosaurs. Hubby had called me bontotsaurus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111184712063481278?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111184712063481278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111184712063481278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111184712063481278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111184712063481278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/03/beach-party-so-not.html' title='Beach Party so not ..'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111164587396880237</id><published>2005-03-24T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T21:49:20.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates .. there is</title><content type='html'>Finally, I have time to update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been able to update lately cos I was extremely tired last week and this week and I am just sooo darn lazy to drag my laptop out from the drawer and attach the cables so I can just lie down on my bed and type. So many things happened the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday - 18th Mar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the last episode of mandarin serial, "You Are The One", we left for JB. The kids were so happy to see us and Afiq even woke up upon seeing both our faces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sat - 19th Mar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Singapore at night. The Q at JB's bus passenger checkpoint was atrocious. The Q started abt 2 metres outside the entrance near to the Mama shop. Thank goodness we have kids so we managed to playcheat and skipped the long Q to join the Malaysian Q. The immigration officers were kind enough to let us go since we have a baby and a toddler in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday - 20th Mar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazed around at home, doing the necessary laundry and clearing up. Hubby was forced to work today and reached home only abt 5.30pm. Poor him .. asik OT je. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday - 21st Mar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given an assignment which is needed by the operations manager for the next day's regional meeting. Because I misunderstood the instructions, I actually overdid the assignment and was forced to stay back to finish up. In the midst of it all, hubby sent me an angry SMS saying that he had requested for a transfer to another division because something cropped up. I was surprised and in the midst of it all, I accidentally made a blunder and closed the entire spreadsheet. Gasp! The file's gone! I couldn't find it at all and blardee hell, the entire day's work gone down the drain. I just couldn't control my tears and kept crying and crying. That time it was 7.30pm. Thank God, somehow I managed to find the file. In my heart, I was cursing myself for being so careless to just close the spreadsheet without saving. By 8pm, I was making my way back with a badly throbbing head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, hubby told me why he requested for a transfer and said that since his efforts are not recognised at where he is now, there is no point for him to stay in that department. Hugged him, cried with him silently and told him to be patient. He was silent the entire night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday - 22nd Mar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soo long awaited leave request for Wednesday had finally been approved. Manager did not want to approve it as he felt that the leave reason was unjustified. I had told him I needed the leave to look after my kids since hubby had a last minute call for his end of yr FY IPPT even though he had already taken leave for the day. He had thought hubby had purposely arranged for his IPPT on dat day. DEY! THIS IS POLICE LAH! NOT ARMY! U think anyhow can choose the date for IPPT har?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made final arrangements for afterwork today to meet up with Yanni and &lt;a href="http://www.depressed-manic.blogspot.com" target="_Blank"&gt;nanie&lt;/a&gt;. Had a whale of a time today with the girls. Been a long time since I laughed so much. It was purely girl talk and must say, I really enjoyed the time. Been sometime since I did this. Must do this again lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday - 23rd Mar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on leave today. Had a hard time waking up cos I was busy coaxing hubby the previous night over his failed attempt to let his team mates and superiors know how hard he worked. It took Afiq's hard stunt on my tummy to wake me up. I bathed, together with the kids, fed them breakfast, and by 10am, was out of the house to send Nadira to school. During the getting ready, Nadira came up to me and said,"Ibu, can I dun go school and we go shopping instead to go and buy my heelies shoes?" I'm soo stunned but no wayyy am I going to forgo my children's studies for a moment of enjoyment. Let them suffer a little hardship now and experience an easy life later on. Can't pamper them too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, went out with my aunt and grandma to shop for baby stuff for my sister who is due mid of next month. I got a little over excited about the shopping cos I kind of overspent on the kids's clothes and spent more than 50 bux. Wish I had more money to spend for the kids *grins*. Hubby is always pissed cos the money he gave me to spend on my clothes I always spend on the kids. Alah .. nemind lah, the money didn't go to waste anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111164587396880237?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111164587396880237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111164587396880237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111164587396880237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111164587396880237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/03/updates-there-is.html' title='Updates .. there is'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111094270172705483</id><published>2005-03-16T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T11:11:41.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gataaaalzz ...</title><content type='html'>I have to work OT for today due to 2 MCs from the shift side. That is not so bad except that I kena 2 very difficult users of which one of them is a flight captain who not only very blur but also VERY THE GATALZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already very patient with him and he kept accusing me of not telling him properly. Good thing, he apologised to me after all that ranting and scolding otherwise I would've told him off. Then after his problem is finally solved, he asked me out for lunch. Bagus! Dah marah marah aku, pastu buat baik dgn aku nak ajak aku keluar makan eh? Boleh jalan! Pedulik hapak kau captain! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refused lah (what else!) but then told him nicely that it is against company policy for us to solicite with customers. He refused to take that in and even asked for my hp number! YA ALLAH ni anak betul tak reti bahasa! I lied that I dun carry any hp and told him to call the hotline number if he wants to look for me. After much persistence, he finally gave up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omigod, I pray that he doesn't do that. Ya Allah .. pls let him dun look for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kecik kecik tanak mampos, dah tua menyusahkan orang. Eeeeeee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111094270172705483?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111094270172705483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111094270172705483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111094270172705483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111094270172705483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/03/gataaaalzz.html' title='Gataaaalzz ...'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111087889415564645</id><published>2005-03-15T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T17:28:14.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overworked .. Underpaid</title><content type='html'>I'm overworked! And underpaid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111087889415564645?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111087889415564645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111087889415564645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111087889415564645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111087889415564645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/03/overworked-underpaid.html' title='Overworked .. Underpaid'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111072839012502165</id><published>2005-03-13T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T17:34:13.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday without the kids ..</title><content type='html'>We went JB today afternoon to send the kids to my mum's place. Since it's the school holidays for this whole week, mum told us to let the kids stay over for a week and to fetch them when the school reopens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I was quite ok with the idea but as the day goes nearer, I was more reluctant to let them stay over for a week. Letting them stay over would mean no one to greet me  or hubby "Ehhh ibu/baba dah balik????!!!" when we arrive home and no one to jump in glee and happiness upon seeing us in front of the bedroom door. Well, naturally, I felt reluctant cos ever since my mum took care of the kids, they have never been away from me for so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadira initially refused to let us out of her sight after we explained that we had to work. Then as she was going up to our room in tears to get her pillow after we promised her we'll be back, she said," Ibu dgn baba selalu balik lambat lambat, tak balik cepat cepat ..." Hearing that I almost felt like crying. I left the house as soon as she was upstairs as I couldn't bear to see her crying like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While eating at the prata shop in town, we talked abt the kids and then hubby mentioned abt how nadira cried just now and suddenly my tears fell freely. Within seconds I was trying very hard to stop crying. &lt;i&gt;Emotional siakss!!&lt;/i&gt; It took hubby's 5 minutes to calm me down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will miss the kids for sure. 1 whole week long .. haiiizzz. How lonely I will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, it's hubby's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marque&gt;&lt;h3&gt;HAPPY 29TH BIRTHDAY DEAR!!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/marque&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111072839012502165?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111072839012502165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111072839012502165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111072839012502165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111072839012502165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/03/birthday-without-kids.html' title='Birthday without the kids ..'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111044999403661210</id><published>2005-03-10T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T18:19:54.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So darn pissed .. I'm going to have a BF!</title><content type='html'>Im so darned pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I hate them in the first place?! They always complain so many things in the first place and then they always say differently in the consequent follow ups. And they always insist on having FIRST CLASS treatments! DUH! I hate them! I hate them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111044999403661210?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111044999403661210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111044999403661210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111044999403661210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111044999403661210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-darn-pissed-im-going-to-have-bf.html' title='So darn pissed .. I&apos;m going to have a BF!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111037998951065073</id><published>2005-03-09T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T23:06:50.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy as always</title><content type='html'>So many things had happened the past 3 days that it was only today I was able to blog about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a normal boring day for me but as soon as I came back, hubby who had arrived home first told me Nadira had an accident. On the way to school, the school bus had suddenly jammed brake causing Nadira who was sleeping to fall over. That fall wasn't really a bad one but she had bit her lip from the fall and a lot of blood came out. Her teacher had called home to inform of the accident as Nadira was crying nonstop and managed to inform my aunt who was home. My aunt had in turn tried to call me but unfortunately, I had forgotten to bring my hp, and so she was not able to contact me. Funny, nobody contacted hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had started their flu all probably thanks to me since Sunday. Their noses have started runny and I can hear phlegm when they cough. I still have my "sengau" voice cos my blocked nose has yet to totally clear and my ears are like pooping every now and then. Even my mum wasn't spared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just arrived home from the driving centre after my FTT when I heard from my grandma that my mum had coughed out blood. I was alarmed. I didn't want her to aggravate herself with my kids so I called my team leader and told him I need to take leave for today to look after my kids for a day. Somehow the news wasn't correct cos after seeing me today morning, she was surprised cos I had told her my leave was frozen due to shortage of manpower. When she heard wat my grandma said, she laughed and said that her urine was the one that contained blood not her cough. I was like cheyyyy .. &lt;i&gt;nenek ni buat suspen jek&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I got myself busy with the kids today and even got to send my grandma to Sheng Shiong for some grocery shopping, wheelchair and all. Me preggy, pushing an old lady on wheelchair, think not many can do that but no sweat lah cos thanks to these hard labour during pregnancy, I had it easy during delivery, Alhamdulillah. Hopefully, I will have it easy too for the next one, Insyallah. So far so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111037998951065073?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111037998951065073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111037998951065073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111037998951065073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111037998951065073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/03/busy-as-always.html' title='Busy as always'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-111003494128844516</id><published>2005-03-05T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T23:08:14.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puteraku Nuqman Afiq Magad</title><content type='html'>I couldn't sleep last night after updating my blog so I laid down on my pillow staring at my boy sleeping. Haaaiiiizzz .. he looks sooo adorable when he sleeps. And since my camera is back from its pilgrimage in Saudi, I took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/DSC01085.jpg" width=220 border=2&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/DSC01086.jpg" border=2 width=220&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/DSC01088.jpg" border=2 width=220&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/DSC01087.jpg" border=2 width=220&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-111003494128844516?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/111003494128844516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=111003494128844516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111003494128844516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/111003494128844516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/03/puteraku-nuqman-afiq-magad.html' title='Puteraku Nuqman Afiq Magad'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110995752483483799</id><published>2005-03-05T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T01:32:04.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babiesssss ...</title><content type='html'>I had to put this up ! hehehehehe ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dear fren had initially put up a pic of a baby and the parents in her bloggy. I had tot, "Apa siak ni anaks .. kemaruk sgt dgn baby kapa?" in a hairanz kinda way, not the irritated kinda way lah OF COZ!! She some more mentioned that the baby looks soo distinctively similar to the parents. To me it doesn't make sense cos DUN BABIES LOOK LIKE THEIR PARENTS??!!! Well apparently, this baby was not supposed to look like her parents cos I have found out that they ARE NOT her parents. However after seeing the pictures FOR THE SECOND TIME hehehehe, I am amazed to see the same features the mummy and the girl have. Then I found out, the mummy was not able to have a child of their own due to a weak womb (she miscarries each time she gets preggy). &lt;i&gt;Ah complain some more lah iDa! Dah bagus tuh Tuhan nak bagik anak tau! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to know a couple who after a couple of months of getting married, found out that they would be expecting their firstborn. Unfortunately, the wife suffered a miscarriage during the first trimester and this continues for the next few pregnancies. The wife seek treatment and this time got a full term pregnancy. Unfortunately for them, the baby was born a stillborn. The poor couple went through a period of depression for sometime cos their long awaited offspring did not even get to see the world. Their depression was not for long for the wife was found pregnant again. This time, they took extreme care and took lots of medicine to ensure that the baby will survive. The baby was delivered but with many complications. He had so many problems with his body; hole in the heart and etc dat he finally gave up fighting for his life in the early months of his first yr on earth. Anyone with a heart could almost feel for the poor couple. No matter how hard they try, they can never get a live healthy wriggling baby in their hands. Both were thrown into deep depression and until one day, they found the wife pregnant yet AGAIN! &lt;i&gt;Fertile betul eh dekni??&lt;/I&gt; Anyway, they did everything they think could help to keep the baby and mother healthy. The baby was finally born, healthy and without any complications. Last I heard was the baby is still living healthily and well, Alhamdulillah. Hopefully everything goes well for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of people who get pregnant so easily (myself included) that some are even throwing and giving away their newborns due to some reasons unknown. I damn these bitches who dare to give birth but do not dare to live up to their mistakes. I watched the entire episode of True Courage about AIDS Baby Ariq, crying like I was his cheated adopted mother. &lt;br /&gt;Haaaaiiizzz ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I like this because I'm preggy ?? Or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110995752483483799?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110995752483483799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110995752483483799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110995752483483799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110995752483483799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/03/babiesssss.html' title='Babiesssss ...'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110995356808319712</id><published>2005-03-04T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T23:17:10.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Penny 4 Ur Thought ..</title><content type='html'>Why do you keep a blog? Well, my reason for one was simple. It was an avenue for me to test if my html skills still exists and also to show off my new baby at that time, Nuqman Afiq. For all I know, without realising it, I have also found that this bloggy thingy also serves as a web diary. Duh! Don't I know it in the first place? Well, actually I dun. But now I DO! Hehe .. after so long ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have come to a point of realisation that penning all your tots out might not be a good thing after all. For one important reason is dat sometimes without knowing it, you hit some sensitive spot of some readers causing some chaotic misunderstanding and further damage to your already &lt;i&gt;"rotten"&lt;/i&gt; reputation. Well, I'm not trying to pin point or say things like &lt;i&gt;sapa makan cili, dia terasa pedas.&lt;/i&gt; Having enemies is the last thing I want to have in the bloggy world after a bad encounter being a channel operator many years back in the IRC world and which I do not wish to go further into. Of course, by owning this blog, I have the right to say and write what I like. Unfortunately, some may and may not like it. As it is only human to err, &lt;b&gt;if&lt;/b&gt; by any common sense, I have by any way offended you, please accept my deepest and sincere apologies in advance. For this I shall continue ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I used to converse in ICQ during our dating days (&lt;b&gt;but pls take note that we met at our workplace not ICQ&lt;/B&gt; hehehe .. sensitip lah) and we get into arguments more frequently while chatting online than face to face. The problem is, our words when typed does not actually convey the correct message or the facial expressions that we are wearing at that point of time when we typed the message. Although the facial expressions icons do play a part, unfortunately, the human face has thousands more expressions than msn messenger can include in its zipped package. Therefore, as humans, we tend to read the message wrongly. Which is why I always add a "hehehehe" or "hahaha" to express that I am either joking or talking jovially. Sometimes it doesn't work cos people tend to misinterpret and say," Why she laughing so much?". Hahaha .. dats funny. Watevvvaaaaaaaa .. &lt;i&gt;ikut style White Chicks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today, I had an interview with the HR manager because our team in Singapore has been transferred to Cyberjaya (just like Nokia's did) and those in the Singapore team will be re-deployed to other projects. The purpose of the meeting was to highlight where I wish to be deployed to and if I have any grievances towards my teammates, to voice it out, &lt;b&gt;P &amp; C&lt;/b&gt;. I told the HR Manager, being new, I do have team mates who tend to bully and talk harsh and superiorly to me. I'm only human. I do make mistakes and when I do, they are mistakes which can be easily forgiven and forgotten. Unfortunately, some of these seniors do not and I have to just take it in my stride. &lt;i&gt;The only thing I can do is complain to my poor deary hubby la. Cian member .. skg sumbat telinga dgn his creative muvo je to avoid hearing my complains hehe.&lt;/i&gt; Anyhow, back from advertisement, I told my HR Manager, I do not wish to name them as I am only new, being less than 2 months in the team AND I DO NOT BEAR ANY GRUDGES WATSOEVER ON THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My previous team leader in Nokia had taught me an extremely valuable lesson - &lt;b&gt;Forgive &amp; Forget&lt;/b&gt;. Unfortunately I've come to realised not many humans practice this and I'm still an amateur in this field. Any ideas why GOD gave new technology ideas to human brains only to make human relationships suffer? Probably having internet in the first place is not a good idea after all. Think dats probably why some people have said their goodbyes to the internet world. After all, it is just a silent, deafening and misunderstood world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110995356808319712?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110995356808319712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110995356808319712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110995356808319712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110995356808319712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/03/penny-4-ur-thought.html' title='A Penny 4 Ur Thought ..'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110984414028359547</id><published>2005-03-03T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T18:02:20.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Hair Day</title><content type='html'>I'm so surprised at the amount of high-mightiness some people would have for just being a part of an international company, without even caring the kind of position they are holding. You all should know which company I'm referring to and I'm truly surprised even the clerk so blardee &lt;i&gt;sombong&lt;/i&gt;when reporting his problem. Some more blamed me for getting him locked out of his windows login when all i asked him to do is to restart his PC. Haaiiiizzz .. people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my Nokia users .. haizzz .. here I go again hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110984414028359547?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110984414028359547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110984414028359547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110984414028359547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110984414028359547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/03/bad-hair-day.html' title='Bad Hair Day'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110934934473498865</id><published>2005-02-26T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T00:31:45.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love at first sight</title><content type='html'>It is love at first sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the simpleness, the pureness, and the way he sings. Ohhhhhh .... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun worry, I'm not cheating on my hubby. I'm actually talking about the so talked about thing amongst mp3 player lovers - the cutey thumbdrive-cum-mp3 player, &lt;a href="http://www.ipodlounge.com/reviews_more.php?id=6138_0_6_0_C"&gt;IPOD Shuffle&lt;/a&gt; which comes in 512MB! It looks sooo cool and simple. Anyway, I have always loved Apple products but their prices are kinda steep so I can only gawk and admire from afar. Used to own a G3 Ibook but sold it away cos I bought it in a moment of folly (Always does dat when I was single but now dah 5-rable so cannot already la) and I didn't make use of its great functionality. Sigh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this thing is soooooo cool .. I feel like getting it cos I've been pondering  &amp; waiting over the past 6 months for the right one and now dat i found it, I dunno if I should. I know I know, I am junkie for electronics but after buying them, they either kinda end up in someone else's hands or end up becoming a white elephant. I own a Palm Zire 71 which I rarely charge and use. I have a Sony Digicam which just came back from its pilgrimage with my auntie. My Ennyah 256mb mp3 player is currently with my cuzin in KL for the past 2 months (and I'm not even aware of that!). My 1.7K JVC VDOcam disappeared mysteriously causing me yrs of heartache. My i-river mp3 cd player sits around in my JB house collecting dust. Thank God my Nokia 6670 sticks with me. &lt;i&gt;Even that one hubby charged the batt for me&lt;/i&gt;. Tsk tsk tsk .. how careless can i be?? Maybe I shouldn't get it after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But .. how can I let go of such beauty??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/01.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;The new package&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/02.jpg" border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;The size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/03.jpg" border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;The mp3 with the cover. I loike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/04.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is how u put the ipod in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/05.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;The full accessories&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;All Pics Courtesy of IpodLounge.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110934934473498865?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110934934473498865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110934934473498865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110934934473498865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110934934473498865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/02/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Love at first sight'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110929061383156105</id><published>2005-02-25T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T08:16:53.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare or Daymare?</title><content type='html'>I came to work today to find on the noticeboard 8 names of people who will not be around at work today. WHAT??!!! 8 people??!!! Omigod, full strength, we have 16 but with half gone, the other half who came today will "die". Hopefully, there won't be many calls today. I almost wanted to take MC today because my throat kept wanting to gorge everything out every 5 minutes. Seesh .. should've taken that MC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110929061383156105?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110929061383156105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110929061383156105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110929061383156105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110929061383156105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/02/nightmare-or-daymare.html' title='Nightmare or Daymare?'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110907970175761717</id><published>2005-02-22T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T22:47:22.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosquito Baba-sorous</title><content type='html'>I have found a new rare species of mosquito which only exist in Singapore and I have named it "Ay-nis". This new species works exactly like the aedes mosquito. The only difference is that once this ay-nis mosquito bites you, you have to bear the result of the bite for 9 months. Symptoms include morning sickness, nausea, lack of appetite and later on in the final three months, heartburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadira has also found a living dinosaur living in Woodlands!! She even recorded the sound of the new specimen of dinosaur and have it named as baba-sorous. Click &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/zine2/idanis/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to hear the babasorous. It is advised to put your speaker to its maximum performance to get its maximum effect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110907970175761717?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110907970175761717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110907970175761717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110907970175761717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110907970175761717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/02/mosquito-baba-sorous.html' title='Mosquito Baba-sorous'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110874005251906503</id><published>2005-02-18T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T10:51:52.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day ends beautifully</title><content type='html'>I had a rough start today. First thing in the morning, bus was soo full, it refused to stop causing me to miss the earlier 966. Sigh .. there goes my slow breakfast. I still managed to buy breakfast though but I was late. Then again heck la .. I dun give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at work, I had a rough time escalating a case to the support guy onsite. This $^#&amp;* refused to cooperate and acted as though I just graduated from secondary school with no experience. When customer requested for a specified timing, you definitely have to attend at that timing right? This fatass can say,"User knock off wat time? Y must go down at this time? I can go down at another time what!" I asked him, voice shaking in anger," Now u are free right? Why u cannot go down at the requested time?" Then he raised his voice and said," Ehhhh u cannot tell user I'm free okay! U're not supposed to!" Wahlau like as though I soo unprofessional to tell user like dat. Then ask me irrelevant questions not related to the problem. Grrrrr .. geram betul. I was sooo angry, I rushed to the toilet with tears flowing freely from my eyes. I was totally frustrated. I went to pray as well and was feeling better after that. Nevermind, this guy sure kena one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to meet the ladies up in the evening for The Wedding of The Year event. Actually, the dinner was supposed to be held tomorrow but because I had a company function tomorrow (which I have decided not to go anyway), we scheduled it today. Had fun talking and teasing each other, mostly about the bride. She was my former lecturemate in poly with Eryanta and was my ex-colleague when I was working in the Police Force. She was also one of the girls I blogged about &lt;a href="http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_idanis_archive.html"&gt;earlier&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/shidahnikah.jpg" border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ezayu, Eryanta, Alawiyah, Myself &amp; The Bride, Rashidah. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Eryanta &amp; Ezayu, we should do this again sometime later ya? Insyallah, one of these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110874005251906503?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110874005251906503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110874005251906503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110874005251906503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110874005251906503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/02/day-ends-beautifully.html' title='The day ends beautifully'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110863544656622771</id><published>2005-02-17T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T19:09:35.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Checkups</title><content type='html'>I took urgent leave today to bring Afiq to the doc cos he was wheezing through his phlegm last night. I didn't want a repeat incident of Nadira's delayed medical treatment for her asthma so this time, being more experienced, as soon as we heard that wheezing we rushed to the doctor. Instead of going to our neighbourhood dr, this time we went to Raffles Medical Group Clinic @ Causeway Pt. The doctors are much better though more expensive. True enuff, the doctor confirmed that he has &lt;a href="http://www.chpeds.com/bronch.htm"&gt;bronchiolitis &lt;/a&gt; an asthmatic symptom in babies less than 2 yrs old. Haiz, of course with me having eczema and hubby with childhood asthma (he still gets it now though really rarely), our kids have higher risk of being asthmatic. &lt;i&gt;Memang tak boleh lari punya lah&lt;/i&gt;. Hopefully, boy gets better with the medicine he prescribed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally went for my checkup today as well. The doctor told me that my previous gynae in KK, Adrian Tan, has left KK to start his own practice in either Gleneagles or Mt Elizabeth Hospital. I'm glad that I made the decision to go for Thomson Medical Centre instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my tummy scan to make sure that the baby really exists. It does! Hahahaha! Wasn't really convinced earlier but after seeing the scan, now I am!!! *grins* Dr Ang gave us a scan print of the baby and told us that I was already 11 weeks preggy. After some calculation, he told me I'll be due 8th of September this yr. Okay .. that's a long way to go. Then in a joking voice, he told us the baby was made around 19/20th Dec 2004 and asked hubby if he was around. Hubby raise an eyebrow and said jokingly,"Was I around?" I glared at him, giving him a dirty look dat says, "hey the baby's yours!" He laughed out together with Dr Ang and then the latter started talking about his procedures and payments. We went out, satisfied and happy that we made the right choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110863544656622771?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110863544656622771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110863544656622771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110863544656622771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110863544656622771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/02/checkups.html' title='Checkups'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110856855397680796</id><published>2005-02-16T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T23:53:49.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Woman</title><content type='html'>I just enjoyed an entire body massage from hubby. Hmmmm .. it really feels good now. I feel so pampered hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess, I am truly lucky to have own one of Singapore's rare breed of men - The Sensitive New Age guy. He never fails to provide for me. He never fails to pamper me (though not all the time) and best of all, he never fails to surprise. This is special cos I especially love surprises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the air full of roses and love, to my dear hubby ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;H3&gt; I LOVE U &lt;/H3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/AnisIda.jpg" border=2 width=250&gt;&lt;/Center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110856855397680796?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110856855397680796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110856855397680796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110856855397680796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110856855397680796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/02/lucky-woman.html' title='Lucky Woman'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110848637060474962</id><published>2005-02-16T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T00:54:00.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Galore</title><content type='html'>To commemorate my third pregnancy, I've decided to change my skin to a completely new one. I love this one at first sight but transferring all the data is a big hassle. &lt;i&gt;Which is the main reason why I paling malas tukar skin&lt;/i&gt; *grins*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it didn't turn out as well as the skeleton and I have to say it is "user problem". So much for being in IT support, I'll see what I can do about it at a later time. For now, this will do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trina : If u are seeing this, heeeeeeeeeelppppppppppppppp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110848637060474962?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110848637060474962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110848637060474962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110848637060474962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110848637060474962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/02/baby-galore.html' title='Baby Galore'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110839492296647054</id><published>2005-02-14T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T23:29:01.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Lunch Package</title><content type='html'>I'm sooo tired today. Didn't have enuff sleep today and by 5.30 am, I was already awake preparing for my special lunch package. I couldn't swallow any other thing in the mid afternoon so I had to pack the only stuff I could tolerate, raw cabbage &amp; tomatoes mixed with tuna mayonaise. It sounded like I'm on a diet but the truth is, I can't eat any other stuff and I could almost swear that these are not my favourite foods. It's no wonder I always lose weight at the beginning of my pregnancies and end up getting scolded by the nurses. It's not like I want too :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've made up my mind about the check-up thingy. Since many of you guys are 'pushing' me towards TMC, I called Sri up today to re-confirm on the pricing. She is the wife of one of hubbies' best buddies and also my laughing mate. Takley tengok muka dia, mesti nak ketawa. Ntah eh, infectious agaknya *lol*. &lt;i&gt;Teringat b4 they got married, MIL dia kata, anak dara senyum ketawa byk2 tak bagus, nanti hilang seri mukaa. Then when we saw her own wedding pics, her smiles was sooo wide, mengalahkan kucing baru dapat ikan sweet sour, so I said,"Cik senyum byk2 tak bagus nanti hilang seri," and she goes like *rolls eye* kehkehkehkeh siak je aku ni. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she told me that :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She paid only $550 for the entire pregnancy period visits to the clinic and because it was a private clinic, they are also opened after office hours! &lt;i&gt;Yipeeeee! Like this takyah lah aku amik leave just for checkup!! &lt;/i&gt;1 point for TMC.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The deposit for hospital admission is only $600 and because she delivered normally, she got $400 refunded. The rest is by medisave. &lt;i&gt;That's cheaper than KK!!&lt;/i&gt; 2 points for TMC! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Oh, you will get 2 bedded room compared to KK which is 4 bedded." &lt;i&gt;Wow!&lt;/i&gt; 4 points for TMC!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then she added, "Kalau u tak sedap badan nak gi kerja, u can just call for MC and get someone to pick up the MC for you." &lt;i&gt;4 points for TMC! That's it! I'm going for TMC! Hehehehehehehehe ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110839492296647054?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110839492296647054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110839492296647054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110839492296647054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110839492296647054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/02/special-lunch-package.html' title='Special Lunch Package'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110823003304775714</id><published>2005-02-13T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T01:40:33.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Blues</title><content type='html'>I'm suffering from pregnancy blues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one reason why I haven't been blogging lately because I dun feel like doing anything. I can't sleep at night. I feel tired during the day. I can't eat properly. I crave for every food that I see. I can't eat anything longer than 5 minutes. I can't stay full for more than 2 hours. I have no appetite for practically everything but I am HUNGRY most of the time. I'm beginning to love salad dish like it has been my favourite dish. I can't live without sweet drinks. AND I KEEP HAVING NAUSEA IN THE MORNING AND LATE NIGHT. DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this phase to go by fast. Ooooohhh!! The heartburn!! *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110823003304775714?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110823003304775714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110823003304775714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110823003304775714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110823003304775714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/02/pregnancy-blues.html' title='Pregnancy Blues'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110757305651012134</id><published>2005-02-05T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T11:10:56.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend's here! Yippeeee ...</title><content type='html'>My soo long awaited weekend is finally here. I'm beginning to dread Mondays cos I'm beginning to dread being in the new team. Its so not like my previous team. Sigh! Enuf said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was contemplating on going polyclinic today to an appointment for my monthly maternity checkups. Then hubby offered," You wanna try TMC this time?" Huh? Why Thomson Medical Centre? He said TMC is nearer to his office than KK is and he is sick of going KK for the checkups. Since my gynae is a senior consultant (HOD actually), he is very popular with the ladies so waiting time is a drag. We used to wait at least an hour so that we could just see him for 5 minutes. And hubby is sick of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMC is different. Sri recommended us to go to her gynae at Sun Plaza, Sembawang. She paid about 1.5K for all the checkups throughout her pregnancy, inclusive of ultrasound scans which are done practically at every visit and booking of a 2 bedded hospital room. Cheap right? And by giving birth naturally, she got 600 bux refunded. Wow! That's cheaper that what I have to pay in KK for a senior consultant. Only difference is that mine's convered by hubby's medical allowances heehee. So no cash involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMC=shorter waiting time, one doctor attending to u the entire time but lotsa cash involved (1.5K). &lt;br /&gt;KK=longer waiting time, few doctors attending to you during labour, no cash involved, except for the labour admission, etc which amounts to about $800.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the other time I was in labour ward during my 2nd pregnancy. A student doctor attended to me. I was sooo furious because he doesn't know how to find a vein to poke and he kept turning and turning the needle around in my flesh. God! That was sooo painful, I was sobbing myself away! I felt like suing KK for that beause I had paid for a package which says&lt;b&gt; NO STUDENT DOCTORS INVOLVED.&lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go for TMC instead huh? What say u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110757305651012134?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110757305651012134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110757305651012134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110757305651012134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110757305651012134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/02/weekends-here-yippeeee.html' title='Weekend&apos;s here! Yippeeee ...'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110735673008985732</id><published>2005-02-02T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T23:09:10.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dino-Sour/s</title><content type='html'>A test at the clinic's on Monday has confirmed I am expecting our third child. Though hubby's not too excited about it, he's more worried about managing 3 dinos at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, from today, I have decided to call my 2 kiddies, Dino-sours. T-Rex (the bigger one) &amp; Velociraptor(the smaller one) to be more exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;BOTH ARE SOO CLINGY! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;BOTH EAT NON STOP!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you can't entertain them, they growled at you non stop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you still dun give any response, they pull your hair and scratch your face&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you still dun bother, they start howling at their grandmothers (namely, mummy, aunties and more aunties)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to find another name for the 3rd one if he/she starts acting like the kakak and the abang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I didn't tell you. Anis tried calling the raptor "abang" instead of the usual "adik" and you should see the face he gives. I'll post his expression up here one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110735673008985732?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110735673008985732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110735673008985732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110735673008985732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110735673008985732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/02/dino-sours.html' title='Dino-Sour/s'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110714469493032469</id><published>2005-01-31T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T12:11:34.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody's joining ....</title><content type='html'>Somebody's joining us towards the end of this yr, Insyallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110714469493032469?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110714469493032469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110714469493032469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110714469493032469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110714469493032469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/01/somebodys-joining.html' title='Somebody&apos;s joining ....'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110692868386659243</id><published>2005-01-28T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T00:22:20.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard to let go ...</title><content type='html'>Whatever it means, I'm finding it &lt;a href="http://idanis.diary-x.com" target="_blank"&gt;hard to let go. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, I'm embarking on a new journey in life. Got myself enrolled into a driving school. Something I was suppose to do 4 years ago, but didn't. I've already passed my theory tests and with this limited 1 yr membership into the school, I'm hoping to blow through it all. I hope ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaze, heard a couple of ex-colleagues getting married next month. One was very secretive about her marriage and refused to tell me who her husband-to-be is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya dun hav to tell me girl, cos I knew who he is all along *winks*. But since many PTD guys access my blog (I KNOW WHO YOU GUYS ARE!!!!), I shall do you a BIG favour and not reveal his identity at all. *seals lips* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations girls! Welcome to the club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110692868386659243?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110692868386659243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110692868386659243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110692868386659243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110692868386659243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/01/hard-to-let-go.html' title='Hard to let go ...'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110684342339326190</id><published>2005-01-28T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T00:30:23.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy in training</title><content type='html'>I haven't been updating cos I was too tired and drained from all the training of this SIA Helpdesk I've been receiving. Thank God my IT knowledge stayed within my brain, otherwise, God help me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 weeks into the team, I realised that the Nokia Support team is sooo much better. A million times more. Everything was better. The team leader, the team mates, the onsite supports, the users. Lailah, my new colleague had said that everybody in the team here minds their own business. I told her that in the Nokia support team, everybody knows everybody very well cos they are lovely people. This made me really really upset and I was sooo totally upset .. soo much that I've been emailing people for new job lobangz. I knew there was no way for me to get into the onsite support team for Nokia as the slots had already been filled. Besides, they wouldn't want a malay lady for a frontline technical person, no matter how competent she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have grown to miss my old team mates. I miss my team leader. She was sooo different from other people I know. There was never this air of superiority around her. She's sooo down-to-earth that you'll never know that she belongs to management level. Its different with my new TL. Already, she was just promoted to Assistant Operations Manager (because the previous one left for a short break) and already I can sense a wall between us (the low level people) and her (the management people). And she's MALAY!!! My Nokia team leader was CHINESE!! So you see .. no wonder they say, once melayu naik, they look down on the others. I dunno .. is it really true? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sepandai pandai tupai melompat, akhirnya jatuh ke tanah juga."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaiiiiizzzz ......... what else is new?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110684342339326190?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110684342339326190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110684342339326190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110684342339326190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110684342339326190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/01/busy-in-training.html' title='Busy in training'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110657819241348570</id><published>2005-01-24T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T23:54:14.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL again ...</title><content type='html'>The last of my family who'll be celebrating Hari Raya Haji in KL left for KL on 20th January, Thursday nite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I forget, I would like to thank all of you for the birthday wish. And to Kak Tin, thank youuuu so much for the sexy maxy pants! Haha .. I love it *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaze, On Hari Raya Haji itself, after doing some hari raya haji visiting to the in-laws (who could never get enough of my beloved lil ones, esp the KAKAK), we did our final packing before leaving for KL, for my family side of the hari raya haji celebration. This time, with the exception of the early train arrival in KL (we arrived at 6am!!), everything else sucked to the core!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, upon arrival in KL Sentral train station, we took an lrt down to my aunt's place, continued our sleep, got the kids and ourselves ready 2 hours later and off we go to Masjid India. I bought MIL a set of brooch and 5 pieces of batik print &lt;i&gt;kain telekong&lt;/i&gt; which cost us only RM10 per piece. &lt;I&gt;Korang asam, the last time aku belik kena RM15 sey. Mintak tawar mati mati tak kasi. Fenifu!!! Grrrr .. &lt;/i&gt; I bought for myself this butterfly night dress (which my mum wore first) and by the time I wanted to search for a second butterfly night dress, it was already 3.30pm! Ooopps! Check-in time dah over plak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a call to Berjaya Hotel to hold my room only to find the receptionist saying there was no booking made for me. WHAT??!!! Before I could say anything, I was rudely disconnected. I made a call again, operator picked up, I asked to transfer to reception and THEN I WAS CUT OFF!! UGH!! This happened 2 more times and by the 3rd time, I was angrily breathing expletives (not explicites!) into my handphone. Wahlao! So much for customer service .. duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went through check-in smoothly and when I excitedly opened the room door after inserting the room card into the slot, I see lots of shoes in front of me. Seconds later, an Indian guy appeared from the room. I shut the door and stormed down to the reception. Embarrased, they quickly gave me another room, this time, with no guests inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suite was tiny! How are 30 people going to sleep in this tiny suite??!! In the end, only my parents, my own family, my siblings and my 2 cuzs decided to overnight. The others decided to go home since there was no place for them. I was quite disappointed because I had tot my uncle was going to book 3 suites (as he had said earlier) but end up booking 1 only for me. By then it was too late for him to get another room since members needs to book at least a week in advance. What to do .. takde rezekilah dorang ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Petaling Street that night, and had a whale of a time bargaining. I got hubby a belt, some Polo Tees and got Nadira her "Showtime" (The Incredibles) watch. There was nothing that interests me so I didn't get anything. We went there again the next day after checking out and got myself 1 tee, hubby got himself a G-Shock and some more polo tees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We almost didn't made it to the bus terminal for our coach to JB cos of a heavy traffic jam towards Pudu. Thank God, the coach was later than us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is asking to go KL again .. he has got hooked to Petaling Street. Hee hee .. insyallah dear, kita tengoklah one day when we have time ehh ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110657819241348570?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110657819241348570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110657819241348570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110657819241348570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110657819241348570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/01/kl-again.html' title='KL again ...'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110614073929570569</id><published>2005-01-19T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T21:21:05.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Fever and a Gang Robbery</title><content type='html'>My poor baby boy came down with fever on Sunday night. By Monday morning, he was already 38.4 degrees high. I took leave for that day, hubby took childcare leave (he has tonnes of leave) and off we went to the doctor's for both kids. Nadira skipped school on Monday because hubby didn't want her to infect the other kids with her phlegmy cough. We went back home and forced the medicine down their throats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, I left for work and called hubby around lunchtime to check out on him only to find him at home. He told me my mum couldn't cope with a crying baby and a demanding toddler and so decided to extend his leave to help out at home. At about evening time, he smsed me something which got me really really worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Adik's temperature has gone up to 39.5 degrees. Mummy's sponge-bathing him now."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nekad. &lt;i&gt;"Tomorrow, if he doesn't get better and the temperature stays the same, I will send him to KK."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, today morning before I left for work, I felt his forehead and it was cool. I checked again later today at abt 9.50am and was told that he no longer has fever. SYUKUR ALHAMDULILLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my aunt told me just now, my cousin Ammar and his frens got gang-robbed in KLCC in broad daylight today afternoon. They tried to make the report at Ampang Police Stn but was told to go to Dang Wangi's police station to make the report. When they went to Dang Wangi with my aunt, the officer in charge made a call to Ampang and nobody knows who said no to my cuz and his frens. The officer dropped it just like dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness~~! Apa ni??!! Tak gunalah ada police kat sana. Might as well don't employ these people right?? And for your information, complains don't work in Malaysia. I've tried the taxi complain number. No respond. I've tried the KTMB complain email. No respond. And the immigration! *slaps forehead* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupakan sudah niat tuh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110614073929570569?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110614073929570569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110614073929570569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110614073929570569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110614073929570569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/01/baby-fever-and-gang-robbery.html' title='Baby Fever and a Gang Robbery'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110581596714351041</id><published>2005-01-15T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T03:09:00.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Spray Art</title><content type='html'>Met her for breakfast to pass her the belated wedding gift which was supposed to arrive on her BIG DAY. Alas, there was no stock from my &lt;a href="http://shagoblog.blogspot.com"&gt;supplier aka Shasha&lt;/a&gt; so the wedding gift was delayed. &lt;i&gt; Heh Heh .. sowwie ..&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/Image128.jpg"border=2 width=350&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Metro to buy Afiq's NUK bottle teats as Kiddy Palace are no longer selling 'em and after a long 'fight' with Nadira (who screamed, wailed and cried in front of everybody who tot I bullied her when I refused to budge to her request to buy the Spray Art Airbrush), we rested at MacD again for Afiq's lunch. Our hubbies came and after we separated, hubby brought us to Metro again to see what the chaos was all about. After some tot, he bought IT and got me involved in his undoing. The little girl's been spraying graffiti all over the place ever since she got home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/sprayart.jpg"border=2 height=250&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hubby bought the 12 pens version so u can imagine how great an interior designer she has become ;) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110581596714351041?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110581596714351041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110581596714351041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110581596714351041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110581596714351041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/01/operation-spray-art.html' title='Operation Spray Art'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110567072789733411</id><published>2005-01-14T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T10:45:27.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The will that never lasted</title><content type='html'>A dear friend kept saying that she's fat. What, are you blind?!! You want to know what's fat? This is fat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/fatlady.gif" border=2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am well making my way to be like above. I think I'm already 75% into that. Omigosh! No! No! I dun dare to weigh myself now. Just 2 kids and I've gained like 30? or is it 40kg??!! Oooooohhh .. how the hell am I going to lose all that weight??!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going kick boxing class, dance classes .. you name it, I've been to it all but it never lasted. My "big size" kakis are no longer staying around my area and its so difficult to find kakis that can stick and will herself to an exercise regime to perfection. Sigh~ .. guess I'll have to stay like this forever ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIIIIDAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110567072789733411?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110567072789733411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110567072789733411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110567072789733411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110567072789733411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/01/will-that-never-lasted.html' title='The will that never lasted'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110543218758440068</id><published>2005-01-11T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T23:50:18.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamamamamam ..</title><content type='html'>My 8 month old boy is eating a lot. And he cannot stay still if he sees anybody holding a bowl or plate on their hands. This happens if I hold a bowl in my hand ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;He crawls to me full of intended meaning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He uses my legs as his support and brings himself up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He mumbles "mamam .. mamam .. mamam .. mamam"&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;If I ignore him, he starts getting frustrated and cries out loud "MAMAMMM!!!!!!" until I offer him something&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The elder sister always chooses to ignore if this situation happens to her. Always at this time, the grandmama comes to the rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110543218758440068?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110543218758440068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110543218758440068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110543218758440068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110543218758440068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/01/mamamamamam.html' title='Mamamamamam ..'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110533479395947319</id><published>2005-01-10T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T00:18:54.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Goose Chase</title><content type='html'>This morning after subuh, mum came to me and ask,"Kau dah letak gambar pat dalam beg anak kau?" I raised my eyebrow and asked,"&lt;i&gt;Gambar apa?&lt;/i&gt;". "Tuh, surat yang teacher dia bagi ada kat atas beg dia. Teacher dia mintak gambar." I dashed to her bag and found a piece of paper from the Teacher. It read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Parents, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sharing Time - Theme: Myself&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please allow your child to bring :&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a photograph of himself/herself and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;a family photograph&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;on Monday 10 January 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindly put the photographs in an envelope and label it with your child's name and class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your cooperation.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher Latiffah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiseyman, amacam ley tak perasan pulak itu kertas? How come I didn't come across that piece of paper when clearing her bag last Friday? After discussing with hubby, I decided to take full day instead of the intended half day leave. After that, we started our wild goose chase ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st stop: Vista Point Konica Minolta Print Centre. They told us it will only be ready at 1pm. &lt;i&gt;What??!! Pukul 1??!! Pukul 1 member dah balik buat apa aku lari sana sini nak print gambar seh .. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd stop: 888 Plaza Kodak Express. &lt;i&gt;TUTUP!!!!!!!! Grrrr .. buat penat aku jalan all the way from Vista Point.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd stop: Blk 166 Woodlands St 13 Kodak Express shop. &lt;i&gt;Tutup lagi .. eeeeee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th stop: Kodak Express opposite Marsiling MRT. "Sorry .. my usb spoilt." &lt;i&gt;ALLAH! *tepuk dahi*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th stop: Causeway Point Fuji Image Shop. Finallyy .. but we have to wait for another 20-30 minutes for the slow printer to print out and have to pay additional $2 for handling fee. Haaa .. no choice lah, anak punya pasal. Whilst waiting for the pictures to be ready, we chance upon what we went around Woodlands for, the self service photo printing machine!!! Grrr .. i paid $1 for the 2 pics and went to see if the photos are ready. I collected both since they were ready and head for Old Jurong Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Nadira's class teacher on the corridor and handed her the envelope containing all 4 photos. I asked if she cried and the teacher said no. Both hubby and I heaved a sigh of relief and went back home. On the way home, we chatted about how we have become like our parents. Doing everything we could just so that the kids could go through everything smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the last time I was in primary school, I used to bother my paternal grandparents a lot whenever I forgot to bring something to school or needed help with an assignment. My grandma always complain that because of me, she had to be involved in my school work as well. I'm soo amazed that the cycle has come to me now that my girl has started school and I'm soo looking forward to being involved in more of her school work and assignments cos it brought back really sweet memories of being young and ignorant. Anyway, of course, being a first time school-going child's mummy is an exciting thing and I do wish that I would be at home more to be involved in her schoolwork. It works towards our relationship as mummy-dotter as I know what she does and who her friends are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadira has confided in me, " Ibu, Kakak ada friend kat school. Her name is Shafiqah." I smiled and hugged her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so love having this job; the best job a woman can ever have in this world. And that is being a Mummy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110533479395947319?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110533479395947319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110533479395947319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110533479395947319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110533479395947319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/01/wild-goose-chase.html' title='Wild Goose Chase'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110528761091465046</id><published>2005-01-09T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T00:20:10.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye KL .. Welcome Mecca ..</title><content type='html'>My aunt left for Mekah yesterday with many problems arising for us senders just before she left. My uncle Ucu already left for KL on Friday afternoon with his Scout friend. Since my dad couldn't get leave for the send-off, my mom and 2 brothers didn't follow. I head to KL with hubby and my 2 rascals, my sis and her hubby on the Friday night taking the night train expecting to arrive @ 6.25am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train was moving really slowly after it left Johor Bahru station and when I woke up at 7am, we were surrounded by greeneries. Hubby then told me that he overhead my sis and BIL talking around 3am discussing what to do next as BIL's father had just passed away. I was shocked and as we were discussing, the train was just about to reach Rembau. God knows where that is, but after some phone calls, we realised that we have not even reached Seremban yet. After about 2 hours of slow movement, it finally arrived at Seremban. We, especially BIL got really frustrated because he definitely could not make it for the &lt;i&gt;pengebumian&lt;/i&gt; of his dad which is scheduled at 11am and here we are, @ 9am still in Seremban. I wiped my kids with the wet wipes that we brought along and changed them. My sis and I just wiped our faces and brushed our teeth to freshen up. We changed in our bunkers of course with the windows and curtains closed. The train finally arrived in KL Sentral Station @ 10.30am. My BIL went back to Pudu for the kenduri of his father's demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called for my aunt who was not around and arranged with cuz Shasha to pick me up at KL Sentral Stn. We waited for about an hour then my hp rang. My aunt asked where Shasha was supposed to pick us up and I told her that we had arranged to be picked up at KL Sentral since everybody in the house are leaving the house at 10.30am. My aunt then told me that Shasha had waited at another location nearer to their home for 30 minutes instead. She then said to wait until they arrived. After another 45 minutes of waiting, they finally arrived and we quickly head off to Kompleks Tabung Haji in Kelana Jaya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phones kept ringing to hurry us up during the journey and Shasha, in her panic state, drove too fast that she almost hit our Uncle's car, when he suddenly braked in front of us. When we finally arrived, we were given only 5 minutes to say our last goodbyes before they left for &lt;i&gt;tanah suci.&lt;/i&gt; Tante was the last of the lot to leave and the person-in-charge was kind enough to grant us time for goodbyes after knowing we came all the way from Singapore to send her off. The most touching part came when Shasha hugged her mum long and her mum told her to look after her 6 younger siblings. That made everyone flooded with tears, myself included. She hugged Nadira and Nuqman and after left without looking back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home, my aunt said that the coach that Ucu was on when he was heading towards KL met with an accident with a lorry. The front was badly damaged but thank goodness, everyone onboard was unhurt. One after another, we who left on Friday, faced difficulties in sending Tante off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ucu's coach had an accident with a lorry&lt;br /&gt;2) BIL's father passed away so BIL had to return to JB for the kenduri&lt;br /&gt;3) Our train had a faulty locomotive causing us to arrive late&lt;br /&gt;4) Shasha waited at another location to pick up us instead of the originate planned causing much delay in send off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kata hubby, ni sume nak cuci dosa. Alhamdulillah. Semoga Tante mendapat menunaikan haji yang mabrur.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110528761091465046?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110528761091465046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110528761091465046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110528761091465046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110528761091465046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/01/goodbye-kl-welcome-mecca.html' title='Goodbye KL .. Welcome Mecca ..'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110499385057857447</id><published>2005-01-06T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T16:15:07.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No worries .. </title><content type='html'>I left the house, my heart deep in pain. Nadira's cries can still be heard when I reached the void deck. "Ibu jangan pegi keje ahh ..," she pleaded and until now, her words are still playing in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if I should follow my motherly instincts and stay at home to be a Full time WAH. I know for sure hubby's income will not be sufficient for extras if I decide to stay at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, hubby's waiting for news. He's been told that 2 members of his team will be axed out and he's been worried sick. Even to the extend of asking me to send his resume out to my company. Seesh .. siaoz ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun worry dear .. insyallah, rezeki you masih kat government service. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110499385057857447?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110499385057857447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110499385057857447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110499385057857447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110499385057857447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/01/no-worries.html' title='No worries .. '/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110499919228641464</id><published>2005-01-05T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T16:13:12.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Day of School</title><content type='html'>Took half day today because mum didn't confirm that she was coming down to singapore to help look after the kids. I myself was not assured when she went all frightened and teary upon seeing me yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sent her to school today and was within viewing distances the entire time until hubby came. Devillish him, asked me to hide behind the window with him when she was unaware. When she realised I was gone, she went berserk, screamed and ran outside. Hubby stopped me from going into the class. I watched helplessly at the crying drama and the teacher seeing me at the window, asked me to come inside to calm her down. I pushed hubby to coax her and the next thing I saw, she was smiling at hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went off to work soon after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110499919228641464?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110499919228641464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110499919228641464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110499919228641464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110499919228641464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/01/3rd-day-of-school.html' title='3rd Day of School'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110499743172703442</id><published>2005-01-04T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T15:43:51.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Day of School</title><content type='html'>I felt confident to leave Nadira for an hour today since she was so behaving well yesterday. As soon as we reached her school, I led her to her classmates where her now close fren, Nurul Syafiqah motioned her to sit beside her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bell rang at 11.30am, I accompanied her to her class and once she's seated, I told her that i will be leaving her for awhile to go work and will be back soon. She shook her head in disagreement and I consoled her saying that her friends are around to be with her and she reluctantly agreed to let me go. I left and came back at 1:15pm, finding Nadira in her teacher's arms, face in fear and tears. When she saw me, she cried louder and asked me where I went. My heart went out for her seeing her like that. Her teacher told me that she asked to be sent home in a taxi. I laughed and led her into the class. Sitting nearby, she kept looking back at me to make sure that I was there and I did not go away. She was all clingy to me when class was over that it made me worried on how she will be going to school alone tomorrow since I have to come back to work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late evening, we went out to Causeway Point's Kiddy Palace to get new easy-to-wear shoes so that she do not need to fumble to put on and take off her shoes when going out and into class. We left her playing on the swing while I went neaAmidst the choosing, suddenly Nadira disappeared. When I went out of Kiddy Palace, I could hear Nadira shouting for me somewhere but the place was so noisy, her voice started drowning into the noisy crowd. Hubby went frantically to search for her. I left all the things I had taken and rushed out to search for her. Just as I was about to go one floor down, I heard hubby calling me. Nadira was with him, in tears and obvious shock. I was soo scared and I dunno how many heartbeats I had missed thinking of how close I had come to losing Nadira. We went back into Kiddy Palace, quickly paid for the stuff and went to Seoul Garden to treat Nadira for her 'disappearing act'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 disappearing acts in 1 day .. now I'm really worried about tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110499743172703442?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110499743172703442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110499743172703442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110499743172703442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110499743172703442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/01/2nd-day-of-school.html' title='2nd Day of School'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110493487566625573</id><published>2005-01-03T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T22:21:15.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School ..</title><content type='html'>Hubby and I took 2 days childcare leave since Nadira started school today and boy, was she excited. We were told to come in at 10am today to register her since the decision to put her in a Singapore kindergarten was made last minute after much thought and hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got ready and by 9.45am, we were downstairs buying for her &lt;i&gt;nasi lemak&lt;/i&gt; for her breakfast before she goes into class later at 11.30am. At 10.15am, we were still waiting for a cab in Woodlands. We waited and waited but still no taxis. We then called for a cab and somehow got lost around Bukit Batok area. We couldn't find Pei Hwa Presbyterian Pri Sch so we couldn't find Nadira's school. The taxi had to go round and round to look for the school. Finally, while making another U-turn, hubby saw the school we were looking for and alighted about 300m away. We had to walk up the hill but oklah .. &lt;i&gt;paiseylah nak suruh apek U-turn alik&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went straight to the office to register while hubby was asked to purchase her school uniform so that she could join the class immediately. Whilst doing the administrative thingy, an ex-colleague came into the office to ask for her class and exclaimed when she saw me. She was also there to see her daughter for nursery class. We "salam" and I told her that our daughters would probably be in the same class. True enuf, they were and they were together all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was quite excited and happy to be around her school that I was confident she could left on her own with her little friends and teachers since I have to drop by Nokia office tomorrow afternoon to collect my OT claim form from my former boss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110493487566625573?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110493487566625573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110493487566625573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110493487566625573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110493487566625573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School ..'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110440202899672405</id><published>2004-12-30T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T09:18:33.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May Allah Bless The Souls of ...</title><content type='html'>Those who lost their lives to the Tsunami .. &lt;br /&gt;Those who lost their loved ones to the Tsunami ..&lt;br /&gt;Those who lost their little ones to the Tsunami ..&lt;br /&gt;Those who lost their relatives to the Tsunami ..&lt;br /&gt;Those who lost their friends to the Tsunami ..&lt;br /&gt;Those who lost their homes to the Tsunami ..&lt;br /&gt;just as you did to me when you kept me from going to those places. I have lost many tears weeping for the little lives lost .. it just kept reminding me of my little ones at home. Allah, I am grateful you had kept me away from that place I was planning to go to. Allah, I am more than ever grateful I lost that diploma grad's pay so that I couldn't go for the trip up north. Allah, I am grateful to you for the deep blessing in disguise for parting with my money. What is money compared to the lives of my loved ones. I am ever so glad and ever so thankful, I didn't make it to Langkawi or Penang. God, thank you. You are the Almighty. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/ec14.jpg" width=300 border=2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110440202899672405?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110440202899672405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110440202899672405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110440202899672405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110440202899672405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/12/may-allah-bless-souls-of.html' title='May Allah Bless The Souls of ...'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110438519274904569</id><published>2004-12-30T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T18:01:52.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back ... Holidaying</title><content type='html'>I feel so refresh after a week long holiday in KL .. ehehe *still smiling nih*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was off for Friday 24th, so I took the opportunity to sleep in since I was soo dead tired from all the work. I finally rise from the bed at abt 1pm *hehe bebetul punya rest seh* and set to pack for the trip. At abt 9.30pm, we called for a cab to head for the train station to go KL. Since this is the first time we took the 1st class cabin, we were quite amazed at the cosiness of the cabin. There's tv, drink holders, luggage storage area, dressing mirror, place to hang our clothes and our very own bathroom and toilet. Great amenities for a first class train coach. We felt like we're on a moving hotel hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived in KL at abt 6.45am and took the Putra LRT train to Wangsa Maju where my tante and her hubby fetched us with their Mitsubishi Pajero. They brought us for breakfast first and went back home in Taman Permata (next to Tmn Melawati) where the entire house was still sleeping. We rested for awhile before bathing the kids to go Carrefour with my grandma who arrived in KL a week earlier and my cousin,&lt;a href="http://shagoblog.blogspot.com"&gt; Shasha&lt;/a&gt;. We bought the kids' diapers since we didn't bring them to avoid overloaded baggage and bought a pair of swimming suit for Nadira since Shasha planned to go &lt;a href="http://www.sunway.com.my/lagoon/"&gt;Sunway Lagoon&lt;/a&gt; on Monday morning. Really looking forward to it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back at abt 2pm, took our lunch and dozed off after putting Nuqman Afiq and Nadira to sleep. I woke up at 6pm and seeing the kids still asleep, went upstairs to bathe. Whilst getting dressed, the entire house went dark. &lt;i&gt;Blackout ke?&lt;/i&gt;, I asked myself. I hastened my dressing up and quickly went down recalling the strange experiences I had in the past during the dark in Tante's house. When I reached the bottom end of the staircase, I heard sounds from the staircase as though someone was going down. I &lt;i&gt;bukak langkah seribu&lt;/i&gt; and quickly went out to the front porch where everyone was busy cleaning and clearing away. Hubby was outside washing Tante's car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Sunday, we spent the entire day clearing, cooking and getting ready for the &lt;i&gt;kenduri&lt;/i&gt;. In the evening, whilst discussing how to get to Sunway Lagoon amongst ourselves, my Tante rushed to our group and broke the news that a huge wave came to Penang's Batu Ferringhi beach and wiped out all picnickers in the afternoon. Some dead bodies have been found and areas with tall buildings in Selangor area quite near to my tante's residence have experienced tremors of the earthquake. She told us not to go &lt;a href="http://www.sunway.com.my/lagoon/"&gt;Sunway Lagoon&lt;/a&gt; and when my cousins objected, she said,"I love my children .. I dowan you all to go knowing that my heart will not be at ease." When I heard that, I agreed with Tante and jokingly said,"Kita pegi tempat lainla.." only to have my cousin's upset answer,"Kalau Kak Ida pegi tempat nih, Akak tak ikut." I knew Shasha was upset because if she wanted to join us, she would have done so. Later, I realised that hubby was also upset at the turn of events because he was all fiery and angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning was spent pondering where to go since no one could really decide where to go. Since no one couldn't make a decision, I decided to go out with Ammar, hubby and the kids bringing along with me Nadia so that she could help out in case I couldn't control Nadira on my own. It's always useful to have additional help around *wink*. Went to Imbi Plaza &amp; Plaza Low Yatt and the feelings came back. &lt;i&gt;Macam kat Sim Lim Square and Funan Centre in Singapore lah&lt;/i&gt;. After comparing prices of computer stuff in sgd and rm, I decided that things in sg is a lot cheaper. We then head for Berjaya Times Square for dinner. Hubby and I was planning to treat Nadia and Ammar @ Fish &amp; Co but we were too tired from all the walking to really search for that restaurant so we decided to go for the next best thing, Long John Silver .. in Malaysia, LJS is considered a classy fastfood restaurant. There are only 2 LJS branches in KL, one in Sunway Pyramid and the other in Times Square.During dinner, we heard some whirring sounds coming from one level above us and felt the building shook. Ammar then told us that the Times Square theme park is just one floor above us. We felt the building shook in between minutes, one after another. After dinner was over, we peered up the railings and found the roller coaster going round and round above our heads. Hubby decided to go up and have some fun since we didn't make it to Sunway Lagoon and decided to postpone the trip to Masjid India to the next morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took turns to look after the kids since Nadira insisted on going on the kiddie rides. After just 3 rounds of roller coasting, both of us called it quits. Anyway, the kids have also just informed us that their mum has suggested going to &lt;a href="http://www.asiapacific.com.my/desawaterpark/info.html"&gt;Desa WaterPark&lt;/a&gt; instead since the slides are lower than those in &lt;a href="http://www.sunway.com.my/lagoon/"&gt;Sunway Lagoon&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning, woke up at 8am and got ready for Masjid India. We took the LRT to Masjid Jamek and walked towards our destination. Since we didn't have breakfast before going out, we decided to eat first before going shopping.&lt;i&gt; At least ada tenaga sikit nak tawar menawar hee hee&lt;/i&gt;. I ordered roti canai while hubby had Thosai for breakfast. Aiseyman .. I must say that this is the best roti canai/prata I ever had and &lt;i&gt;sooo sedap man&lt;/i&gt; .. if I can &lt;i&gt;sental&lt;/i&gt; more, I definitely would hehehe. Bought 3 &lt;i&gt;kain telekong&lt;/i&gt; with &lt;i&gt;batik&lt;/i&gt; prints for MIL, bought 2 butterfly dresses for myself and one for Nadira. I also bought 3 of "anak tudung ala waheeda" for RM10. These cost RM5 each in JB and they refused to budge even a single cent when I asked for price reduction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed back in LRT again and reached Tante's house at 11am only to find all of them still not ready yet. Hurried all of them and we all head for &lt;a href="http://www.asiapacific.com.my/desawaterpark/info.html"&gt;Desa WaterPark&lt;/a&gt;. Shasha and Aman joined us after they have finished their morning classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had soo much fun going through the slides, being submerged for about 10 seconds underwater and going around in the lazy river, with Fiqah riding on the shark bouy, and Ammar reading the newspaper by putting his legs in between the double tube bouy. It was even funnier when hubby and I shared the tube down the enclosed slide only to topple over in the middle and being pushed out of the dark slide by the next tube coming down. I lost my glasses and hairband but found it thanks to the lifeguard. It was fun after all but after this, back to packing for the trip back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived in Johor Bahru Railway Station at 6.25am yesterday morning with 4 bags and after haggling the cab fare back to Tmn Perling, finally arrived home at 7am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be going to KL again next Friday 7th January to send Tante off for her pilgrimage to the holy land of Mecca. And again on the night of Hari Raya Aidil Adha, 21st of January since the kids would be celebrating alone with my grandma, w/o their parents for the very first time. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110438519274904569?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110438519274904569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110438519274904569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110438519274904569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110438519274904569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/12/back-holidaying.html' title='Back ... Holidaying'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110438617159116243</id><published>2004-12-22T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T13:56:11.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Holidaying ..</title><content type='html'>I will be away for my holidays during the next week and will be back on Thursday. Earlier we had decided to book a hotel in Genting and stayed there once the kenduri is over but becoz we couldn't find any vacancy except for Awana Resort, which is at the bottom of the mountain, we tried to find other places of interest up north west Malaysia. I have tried searching around Langkawi, Penang and even Kota Bharu, Kelantan but hubby was against these places because our kids are still young and they wouldn't enjoy being around the beaches. What more, these places are best explored with our own vehicle and the only car we know how to operate is a GO KART hehe. &lt;i&gt;Tunggu eh .. by end of next yr, I aiming to get my license ..&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried Berjaya Hotel at Times Square around Bukit Bintang area but in order to do reservations, we need to have a credit card (which we don't!). We finally gave up and decided to stay on in Tante's house. Hopefully, we dun hav to encounter those strange things again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110438617159116243?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110438617159116243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110438617159116243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110438617159116243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110438617159116243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/12/going-holidaying.html' title='Going Holidaying ..'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110370059021703449</id><published>2004-12-22T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T15:44:11.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God ...</title><content type='html'>Dear God .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very important interview tomorrow. Please GOD, help me go through this interview with ease and all the calmness I have never experience before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berikanlah aku kekuatan dan keyakinan diri untuk menghadapi dugaan yang satu ini. KAUlah yang Maha Mengetahui dan kepadaMu ku berserah. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110370059021703449?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110370059021703449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110370059021703449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110370059021703449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110370059021703449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-god.html' title='Dear God ...'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110318214082004136</id><published>2004-12-16T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T15:36:18.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothercare Christmas Sale</title><content type='html'>For all mothers out there ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/bk_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/bk_logo.jpg" border=2 border=2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110318214082004136?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110318214082004136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110318214082004136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110318214082004136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110318214082004136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/12/mothercare-christmas-sale.html' title='Mothercare Christmas Sale'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110316297448820592</id><published>2004-12-16T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T13:08:24.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a Jet Plane</title><content type='html'>To hubby and Kak Tin, thank you for your concern. I still feel sucky now but at least better than yesterday ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a meeting last evening with my account manager from IBM. She dropped the bombshell that I will be moved out of Nokia's project as of 1st January 2005 to another project due to the re-organisation and the one they are moving me into is the SIA's project. Shocking news to me after all that has happened, it felt like a knife just pierced into my chest. I buried my feelings deep within me and laughed and showed a brave front. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met hubby in the train, he took out 2 boxes, one long rectangular box and one short small box. When I opened the boxes, it shocked me so much that I couldn't control myself any longer and weep. I had too many surprises today and it was just too much for me to handle that I couldn't control my tears. Hubby immediately complained,"Ler .. asal dapat barang baru je nangis. Jgn ler nangis, nanti I tanak belikan U new things lagi." Hehehehe .. thanks hubby. It is so sweet of you. I didn't expect this gift at all. You shouldn't have =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all folks. My Nokia experience has been really great (best place to work, I muz say). The theme "Connecting People" really work like magic in here and people here are binded and connected as though they have known each other all their lives. I will miss working with my colleagues. It has been a great 5 months and 27 days in Nokia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110316297448820592?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110316297448820592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110316297448820592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110316297448820592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110316297448820592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/12/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a Jet Plane'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110312046152100032</id><published>2004-12-15T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T08:13:48.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blunders after another</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, a public mailbox was deleted without the knowledge of the rightful owner. According to him, Nokia relies on this mailbox for business and any downtime is extremely critical and lost of business time. We investigated and found that the mailbox was totally deleted (according to global team)but fortunately, contents of the mailbox still exists. Pek Ee did a restore and within a few hours, this was brought back to life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this incident has caused a big uproar in management level and it has caused many unhappiness amongst the users and managers. And believe or not, they were stressing why this ticket was categorised as Priority 3 ticket instead of 1 because of its criticalness. Well, the thing is even though it was a P3 ticket, it was solved as a P1 ticket. Seesh, just like trying to correct the spelling mistake instead of checking out the grammar in a novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whilst I was reading the emails from the user, I suddenly chanced upon an email of deletion of Mailboxes and this particular mailbox was one of them! Here we are trying to figure out who deleted the mailbox and it happened to be my team mate Jeslyn!! All our faces turned white in horror but after explaining the situation, we decided to leave the negotiation within the management level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, my colleague, Nazri called to ask abt why this user's securID card couldn't be authenticated. I checked and to my horror (again!) found that I have actually removed another user's card by mistake!! Thank God I kept a copy of the actually card number and immediately correct my mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About half an hour later, a call from India came in to check on why this user suddenly couldn't access her mailbox and even login to the network. Immediately, in my mind I tot this must be the new system's problem and here comes my chance to bombard their team again. I made known these to my team and Pek Ee admits she was the one who deleted the user's account based on a request from Global team. After we checked, we realised that Pek Ee had accidentally deleted the wrong account!! We all started laughing when we realised the blunders we had made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nampak sangat totally stressed out kan??&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110312046152100032?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110312046152100032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110312046152100032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110312046152100032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110312046152100032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/12/blunders-after-another.html' title='Blunders after another'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110308180360668514</id><published>2004-12-15T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T11:47:27.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a dilemma ..</title><content type='html'>Someone really really dear to me has asked for a loan of quite a substantial amount of money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U are asking me for a loan of a diploma holder's starting pay and "promised" to return me the money. Do you really believe you can return that amount of money when you have promised the same to others before but NEVER DID??!!! Have you actually remembered those times when I have loaned you small amounts (2/3 digits amounts) and promised to return but didn't? I do have that amount of money you need but I have been helping you too much that I think you have practically gone into the "ah Ida can help" heck-care attitude. GOD! I have a family now to look after. I helped when I was single because I had no commitments then . You threatened me when I refused to budge to your requests then but I was single with no commitments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby had given me the authority to decide whether I should help but of course I know if I dun, you'll be dumped into the dirtiest cell available on this island. I will definitely feel bad but this will teach you a lesson. Do I want you to learn this lesson? I SOOO WANT TO BECAUSE YOU OUGHT TO BE TAUGHT THIS LESSON!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why your sisters are sooo weak hearted as to feel sorry for you BUT YOU NEVER LEARN YOUR LESSON, and they shouldn't have helped after all the trouble they have gone through BECAUSE OF YOU!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ya Allah, berikanlah aku petunjuk untuk menyelesaikan masalah ini. Kaulah yang maha mengetahui segalanya. Amin."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110308180360668514?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110308180360668514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110308180360668514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110308180360668514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110308180360668514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-in-dilemma.html' title='I&apos;m in a dilemma ..'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110276624794713483</id><published>2004-12-11T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T20:09:02.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today A Week Ago</title><content type='html'>Its been a week and I realised that I had not updated anything about last weekend. I was actually planning to update on the hari raya outing with hubby's 3 buddies and their families but because I have practically no pictures to show off, punah harapan. Uhuk uhuk! &lt;i&gt;Dey Kak Tin .. mana lah gambar kita sume?? Jgnlah jatuh ke tangan Uncle Blue hehehe .. alamatnya tak nampak gambar-gambar tu sume&lt;/i&gt;. Neva mind! I'll show off the pics once it gets into my hands .. wahahahaha ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaze .. that fateful 4th Dec 2004 was also my best friend's wedding. Finally *fuh!* she's married! Hehehehehe .. somehow I can't believe that my most beloved bestfriend is married but she is .. yeah she is now someone's wife. Congratulations girl! You will always be my best friend .. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Bride on 4th Dec 2004 :&lt;br /&gt;You've known me for more than 10 years and you have always been my best friend since we first know each other. And no matter what happen, you have always been there for me. Pls forgive me if I have been bad or sometimes sarcastic. You know me hehe .. that's my strength, subtle sarcasm. Anyway, thank you Nora. This song is specially dedicated for you .. thank you for being my best friend in this lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/f83eca82.jpg" border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;Us in Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/f83ec970.jpg" border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;Us in Poly&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110276624794713483?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110276624794713483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110276624794713483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110276624794713483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110276624794713483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/12/today-week-ago.html' title='Today A Week Ago'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110265609143292858</id><published>2004-12-10T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T13:21:31.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed Friday</title><content type='html'>Ni lah muka aku bila dah stressed out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/Image077.jpg" width=380 border=2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110265609143292858?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110265609143292858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110265609143292858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110265609143292858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110265609143292858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/12/stressed-friday.html' title='Stressed Friday'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110257375837295079</id><published>2004-12-09T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T14:41:13.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boy</title><content type='html'>I was lying down in bed yesterday night with hubby beside me and my boy on his chest. I gave hubby a kiss on his cheeks and my boy who saw what I did, suddenly leaned forward and gave me a wet peck on my cheeks! Hahahaha .. both of us was soo amused that we laughed out really hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's now a fully blown crawler and is learning to pull himself up with his hand supporting some things, &lt;i&gt;mostly badan aku!&lt;/i&gt;. He's got both upper and bottom front teeth out and can now chew things. The only problem I'm having with him is his diet. He eats a lot and I tell a lot cos whenever we munch something, he'll give us that "mummy, daddy I want some" look. Haiz .. kesian punya pasal bagi la but then he'll get diarrhoea the next day. And I get the brunt of it because my mum will nag and nag at me because she didn't have a good rest taking care of my boy who keeps having nappy changes. Macam paip .. isi terus keluar .... ishk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/Image060.jpg" width=380 border=2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110257375837295079?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110257375837295079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110257375837295079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110257375837295079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110257375837295079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-boy.html' title='My Boy'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110203582776653979</id><published>2004-12-03T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T15:29:34.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story to Read</title><content type='html'>I read this story and somehow, it touched me so much I feel that I must put this up today. For your reading pleasure ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the scene ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid, I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew came into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew said, You are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed mywife. But I couldn't help doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved Dew' s hands aside and said, You go to select some furniture, O.K.? I ve got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month's time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with romantically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, she whispered to me, The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell Dew about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, All my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held her tightly and said, Both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110203582776653979?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110203582776653979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110203582776653979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110203582776653979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110203582776653979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/12/story-to-read.html' title='A Story to Read'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110203947576372494</id><published>2004-12-03T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T16:11:57.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from MC</title><content type='html'>I'm back from MIA for the 2 daze .. I twisted and sprained my feet whilst walking down the ramp beside HP building on Tuesday night and was limping away to the railway station after that. It was not so painful but as soon as I reached home, I was not able to walk. Hubby massaged my foot for me  By 12am, the pain was sooooo unbearable, I was sobbing myself away. Hubby sweetheart, even though he was tired took the trouble to go down to the kitchen and got some painkillers for me. Immediately after I was dozing off oblivious to the pain. Went to the doctor's in the morning and was told to rest for the next 2 days to reduce the swelling and to avoid aggravating the sprain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/Image068.jpg" width=300 border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;My poor feet resting on a pillow which is resting on top of my hubby's lap.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110203947576372494?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110203947576372494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110203947576372494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110203947576372494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110203947576372494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/12/back-from-mc.html' title='Back from MC'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110204911143779239</id><published>2004-11-29T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T13:07:07.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Day @ Work</title><content type='html'>At Tg Pagar Railway Stn at 6.55am in the morning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/Image054.jpg" width=300 border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;Begging for food&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;At 7.48am ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/Image055.jpg" width=300 border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;The entrance of the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/Image056.jpg"width=300 border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;still a long way to go ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/Image057.jpg" width=300 border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt; I see the end now ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/Image058.jpg"width=380 border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;Finally reached my destination .. long journey eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110204911143779239?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110204911143779239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110204911143779239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110204911143779239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110204911143779239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/11/typical-day-work.html' title='Typical Day @ Work'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110204796419057877</id><published>2004-11-27T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T16:23:45.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3rd Birthday Nadira</title><content type='html'>Today is my darling girl's birthday. She is 3 years old today. Hubby and I have not bought anything for her yet because we have totally no idea what to get. Early this morning, my aunts (my mom's remaining sisters) in Singapore came to visit for hari raya. I was lazing around in bed, chatting with hubby when Mum knocked on my door and told me to go down and bathe the kids. I quickly bathed the kids, got myself ready and brought the kids down. Mum cooked Mee rebus for them and they brought along satay and some other kuehs as well to eat. They stayed till abt 12pm and after clearing the dishes and putting my boy to sleep, I dozed off only to wake up at 5.30pm. Goodness! I was so shocked when I woke up because I had planned to catch the 2pm train to Singapore. I got up and got everyone ready to go out. We reached Singapore at 8pm by bus and when I called my grandma's house, the guests (my uncles, aunts and cousins) were all ready waiting for us to arrive. By the time, everything is ready, it was already 10.30pm. It was a small family affair yet so memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/Image049.jpg" width=380 border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Birthday Cake. Shared the birthday celebration with my youngest brother whose birthday is on the 23rd of November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/Image050.jpg" width=380 border=&gt;&lt;br&gt;The feast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/Image052.jpg" width=380 border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;The guests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/Image051.jpg"width=380 border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;The birthday girl with the cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110204796419057877?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110204796419057877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110204796419057877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110204796419057877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110204796419057877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-3rd-birthday-nadira.html' title='Happy 3rd Birthday Nadira'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110204666122256754</id><published>2004-11-26T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T12:04:21.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Friday</title><content type='html'>Been really busy this week training the new girl from Cyberjaya Malaysia and also worrying whether my leave would be approved. Shouldn't have kept my leave till the end of the year but then again, I just started work in July and I dun feel good abt taking long leave during my 3 mths probation. Thank GOD my manager has been pushing us to clear leave .. &lt;i&gt;mana nak dapat bos camni ah?&lt;/i&gt; Anyway, decided to spend 2 days in Genting after tante's kenduri doa selamat for her journey for Haj is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Nadira's birthday .. what should I get for her ah? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110204666122256754?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110204666122256754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110204666122256754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110204666122256754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110204666122256754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/11/busy-friday.html' title='Busy Friday'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110110616431607347</id><published>2004-11-22T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T14:49:24.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>I'm extremely busy today. Mail server crashed again *sigh!* and we have a new colleague who came specially from Cyberjaya office in Malaysia to prepare herself for the take-over. Been doing things halfway through .. in the meantime, finally found Hazrulnizam's Kaulah Segalanya song. No idea why the song refused to appear. Enjoy the song once its up. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110110616431607347?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110110616431607347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110110616431607347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110110616431607347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110110616431607347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/11/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy busy'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110083157512171154</id><published>2004-11-15T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T11:09:30.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya Kedua</title><content type='html'>Went out late (as usual!) again today and reached my Uncle Ucu's place at abt 4.30pm. Uncle Ucu prepared for us Laksa with fish nuggest and chicken wings. Because he was visiting earlier and didn't have time to prepare so much for all of us, we ate a bit and left some for my cousins who have not arrived yet. It was already 5.30pm and since 3pm, we've been getting "we're on the way" sms but still, batang hidung dorang pun tak nampak. Apa ni?!! Tunggu punya tunggu semua tak timbul timbul, my parents inclusive. Hubby sampai tertido tunggu dorang sampai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/DSC00754.jpg" width=300 border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cianz dia penat menunggu .. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They finally arrived at 5.45pm and after some bustling, eating and a bit of Shark Tale, we moved off to our destinations of Pasir Ris, Tampines &amp; Chai Chee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/DSC00753.jpg" width=300 border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;Shark Tale Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/DSC00756.jpg" width=300 border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;At Uncle Ucu's House in Pasir Ris&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110083157512171154?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110083157512171154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110083157512171154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110083157512171154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110083157512171154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/11/hari-raya-kedua.html' title='Hari Raya Kedua'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110083158814686721</id><published>2004-11-14T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T11:17:08.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya Pertama</title><content type='html'>Wanted to start early today but because we were all so exhausted from the last minute clearing and painting (nadira even slept at 5am to help my mother out), we all woke up at 9am hehehe. &lt;i&gt;Penat dah dey!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made our way via KTMB train to Woodlands. We can't take the bus cos of the blardee jam. You should see the jam! Punyalah panjang .. agaknya 2 hours later baru dapat lepas the 1KM causeway. Reached my grandma's at abt 3.30pm and after spending abt an hour at my grandma's, we then made our way to my in-laws. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/DSC00740.jpg" width=380 border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me and the kids with hubby's family. &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/DSC00740.jpg"&gt;Click to enlarge!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After performing the maghrib prayers at my PILs', we made a move towards Bedok North where we met up with my uncles, aunts, cousins and siblings. Its a norm for me and family to go out every first day of Hari Raya wearing the same colour theme (its light green for us this yr!) with my tante's and Uncle Ucu's family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/DSC00744.jpg"width=380 border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;At Nenek Anjang's House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/Image027.jpg"width=380 border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me &amp; Hubby @ Wak Mi's house in Tampines Blk 817&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going abt 3 houses, we were quite exhausted and tired from all that travelling that my cousin Ammar even dozed off amidst the ruckuss the kids were making. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/DSC00742.jpg"width=380 border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;Si Ammar Tgh Tido&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we stopped the visiting at 10.30pm and arranged to meet up the next day "sebelum subuh!". Hmmm .. agaknya lepas asar baru dapat jumpa la camni hehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110083158814686721?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110083158814686721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110083158814686721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110083158814686721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110083158814686721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/11/hari-raya-pertama.html' title='Hari Raya Pertama'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110023040310020584</id><published>2004-11-12T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T11:33:23.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inalillah Wa inalillahira'jiun</title><content type='html'>Received an SMS from &lt;a href="http://eryanta.blogspot.com"&gt;Eryanta&lt;/a&gt; at 12.40am that our Miss &lt;a href="http://ezayu.diary-x.com"&gt;Ezayu&lt;/a&gt;'s beloved father just passed away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God Give You the strength to carry on during this Hari Raya. Believe in HIM that whatever HE does, HE does it in the best interest. Be strong gal! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110023040310020584?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110023040310020584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110023040310020584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110023040310020584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110023040310020584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/11/inalillah-wa-inalillahirajiun.html' title='Inalillah Wa inalillahira&apos;jiun'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110013418367568600</id><published>2004-11-11T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T08:54:29.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Especially for  ..</title><content type='html'>Hubby gave me an extremely wonderful surprise last nite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The card read ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"To my darling wife,&lt;br /&gt;Nurhamida Jamil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am full of complaints about you. I know I have hurt you a lot too. I know I am too much at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is just to show you how much you mean to me as a friend, a wife and my lifelong companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being there for me when I need you. Thank you for bearing me 2 wonderful rascals who are now the envy of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my dear wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so very much.&lt;br /&gt;I love you then, I love you now and I will love you still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Advance 27th Birthday dear.&lt;br /&gt;As a tradition your advance birthday gift is here. Enjoy your present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your madly-in-love hubby,&lt;br /&gt;Arab Dogolz (reformed)&lt;br /&gt;Mohd Anis Magad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Me and the gift &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/DSC00733.jpg" width=380 border=2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; Auw .. you are so sweet honey. Thank you so much. And you know what dear? I'm still smiling like a cheshire cat now .. *grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110013418367568600?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110013418367568600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110013418367568600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110013418367568600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110013418367568600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/11/especially-for.html' title='Especially for  ..'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-110007271219871021</id><published>2004-11-10T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T15:49:42.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camat Ari Raya</title><content type='html'>To everyone of you out there who will be on leave starting tomorrow and for those who will still be working (like me *sob sob*)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font type="stxingkai" size=3&gt;Selamat Hari Raya&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/1536075490.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-110007271219871021?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/110007271219871021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=110007271219871021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110007271219871021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/110007271219871021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/11/camat-ari-raya.html' title='Camat Ari Raya'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-109997330797360416</id><published>2004-11-09T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T12:59:24.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9-11</title><content type='html'>Today is 9-11-2004. And for the first time today, I'm having so many problems with the servers. My employee portal has been forced to shutdown because it got haywired and kept generating tickets to my team (it has been generating 1092 tickets since 5am), my directory server doesn't replicate and the stupid mail server just crashed causing thousands of unhappy people!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;*(&amp;(*#^$*&amp;^#*(&amp;($_(*)#&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai mambang, kau main computer mambang .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hai mambang tanah, mambang air, mambang api, mambang angin ...&lt;br /&gt;Mambang mabok kepala pening .. &lt;br /&gt;*tak boleh access email lagik? haizzz ...*&lt;br /&gt;Cobaan ....&lt;br /&gt;*repeat again*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-109997330797360416?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/109997330797360416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=109997330797360416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109997330797360416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109997330797360416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/11/9-11.html' title='9-11'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-109989062475481937</id><published>2004-11-08T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T15:34:40.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>I found out that because of the 2 close festive holidays, 11th November and 15th November, lots of people have taken the opportunity to go on a long holiday and applied leave on the 12th. Sianzzz .. I'm actually a bit pissed that for 11th and 12th, I have to go to work when everybody is at home either cooking, cleaning, going on a holiday or sleeping. Menyibok kan? Kita nya perayaan, dorang pulak sebok amik chan nak pegi holiday. Ada ke patut??!! Bingitz siaks .. and plaks tu, my colleagues all took leave! Aaaaggghhh .. left me and 3 others to support APAC users. Sigh .. anymore? Anymore bad news .. let it come out now before I burst out ... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-109989062475481937?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/109989062475481937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=109989062475481937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109989062475481937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109989062475481937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/11/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-109988817211180017</id><published>2004-11-07T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T12:29:32.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angsana Trip</title><content type='html'>We decided to go Causeway Point in Woodlands and Plaza Angsana in JB today to buy shoes, bajus and some other stuff. Goodness .. punyalah ramai orang .. nak carik kasut Nadira in peace pun tak boleh! However, amidst the mad rush, I managed to get her shoes and Nuqman's rompers for the visiting. We then made our way back to JB. The weather was super hot and with so many people rushing here and there, it made me go dizzy and thirsty. Hubby was perspiring like mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Angsana at abt 6.15pm. By then it was too late for us to book a place in Pizza Hut and we end up with packed food at the ledge of the top floor of Angsana. There, we could see many more people breaking their fast in the open field next to Plaza Angsana. I was really tired from all the shoving and feeling the rising temperature of my blood, ajak hubby to go back. We took the lift up to the 2nd floor from the basement and before we could exit the lift, this group of kids just squeezed their way through into the lift. I was like," Apa seh .. tak reti sabar ke?" and somehow I think my daughter had the same idea cos she yelled,"OOOOIII TAK TAHU KE ORANG NAK MASUK NI (go out of the lift) .. TAK TAU SABAR KER??" all the time stamping her foot whilst exitting from the lift. The mother of the kids who rushed into the lift laughed and told her kids," ahhh padan muka korang .. kan si kecik dah marah." Hubby and I couldn't contain our laughter cos she looked so angry and fierce. Thank you dear .. you read my mind *LOLZ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back, the taxi Q was sooo blardee long, mum told me to stand aside while she Q-ed for the cab. I stood beside the railings where the original Q was and suddenly, I have people lining up behind me. Pissed, I moved aside hinting to the people that they are in the wrong Q. Instead, what they did was to move and join the Q infront. I totally hate people who jumped Q and without any more hesitation, I gave the guys a piece of my mind in front of a crowd of people. Wahlao .. people Q from the back, cantiknya ni mamat INDON main masuk je pat depan. Haaa .. sedapkan kena dgn aku. Member sampai takley kata apa dah kena malu depan orang ramai. Ada kakak kat belakang tu sampai kata, dik you just go to the front, dun bother with these people who dunno how to Q. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REeally la .. these people tak paham bahasa langsung! But then I feel great after giving them a piece of my mind. Maybe I should do this more often, especially to Q jumpers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-109988817211180017?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/109988817211180017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=109988817211180017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109988817211180017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109988817211180017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/11/angsana-trip.html' title='Angsana Trip'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-109988306299270061</id><published>2004-11-05T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T11:04:22.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Good" Friday</title><content type='html'>We woke extremely early today to catch the first bus after finding out that it moves off at 4.55am sharp. During sahur, I accidentally broke my already decayed back molar teeth and caused it to bleed. The filling came out a year ago and weeks back, it had broken into two with half of the teeth still attached to the gum. I had wanted to visit a dentist but knowing it will end up with a surgery (a small operation) with a week's MC, I didn't want to go early and wait till I got confirmed with Opus first since they allow dental claim of up to $300. So I cleaned up the blood, bore the pain and head to the bustop for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were already at the bustop at 4.50am waiting for the bus. But wait .. no bus on standby??!! We waited for like 20 minutes and then 2 buses appear. One stopped to let some people who stood at the terminal to alight while the other one bus came out towards the bustop I was standing at. I waved my hand to stop the bus and zooom .. it went past me! I was like HEY!! Then I went behind the bustop where the carpark was and where the buses normally parked and zooom .. it passed us too! Immediately, my blood reached boiling point and I was like .. (*&amp;&amp;(^%$%^$&amp;^! KORANG AJAR PUNYA DRIVER! Hubby was sooo furious he went to the terminal to screw the inspector up but he couldn't find anyone there although he knew someone was hiding around there somewhere. We end up taking a cab to town. So much for waking up early. Agh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the railway stn, I couldn't find my passport in my bag. I then remembered that I had slotted my passport in the backpocket of my jeans when my bag got drenched with teh tarik last evening. AAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH! I called my mom and begged and pleaded with my dad to send my passport but he refused. My heart full of anger and scolding myself for being so stupid for forgetting to check my passport and realising it missing only when I have arrived in town, I told hubby to go on to work and made my way to the bustop, cring shamelessly all the way and cursing myself for being so stupid. It was soo upsetting because we took the effort to wake up extra early even though we slept late the night before to make the kids sleep and this has to happen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited from 5.45am till 6.30am for the stupid bus to arrive and when it finally did, it refused to stop even though I flagged my arms till it got sore. My heart screaming and face turned as red as beetroot, I waited for the next one which arrived 15 minutes later only to reach home at 7.30am. When I arrived at the gate, mum said," Asal tak balik siang? Kan boley tumpang bapak kau pegi kerja." DUH! I ignored her and went up to my room to go back to sleep. Of course, before that telling my colleague that I'm taking half day off to see the dentist for my tooth. She told me to take the full day and rest at home since I was in pain and I relented. Anyway, after all I had gone through, I didn't have the mood to do anything at all. So much for a "GOOD" Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-109988306299270061?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/109988306299270061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=109988306299270061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109988306299270061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109988306299270061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/11/good-friday.html' title='&quot;Good&quot; Friday'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-109954681095410571</id><published>2004-11-04T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T14:04:36.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalised!</title><content type='html'>It has been decided that my teammates and I will continue on supporting Nokia users in APAC until end of February. I feel so sad to leave Nokia and no longer work with these girls anymore. It has been the most wonderful and fun 4 months. I have learnt a lot in Nokia, alot more when compared to my previous jobs. Time has never passed so fast when I was in my previous jobs and I must say, &lt;i&gt;gaji aku berkat&lt;/i&gt; cos this time I was really serious to perform due to a bad experience in CSA. Since then, I was not able to get an IT job back and the bad economy contributed further, making me last 2 yrs in Sim Lim Sq. That is why I was really thankful I got this job that I swore I would do my best (i knew i was too serious when hubby tegur i work too hard). Paywise of course, CSA gives much better but it's okay, I'm grateful with whatever I'm earning now, Syukur Alhamdulillah. I remember this .. The faster you go up, the faster you go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My IBM@Nokia colleagues ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/P1010736.jpg" width=350 border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me &amp; Serena in the company bus on the way to our kickboxing class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/P1010746.jpg" width=350 border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me and colleagues at dinner after work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/19.jpg"width=350 border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;The ladies after work .. stressed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/9.jpg" width=350 border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;From Left : Pek Ee, Serena, Jael, Valerie in my office&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-109954681095410571?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/109954681095410571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=109954681095410571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109954681095410571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109954681095410571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/11/finalised.html' title='Finalised!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-109945904062159388</id><published>2004-11-03T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T13:17:20.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn!</title><content type='html'>I'm soooo sleepy I could barely open my eyes! Yaaaaawwwwwwwwnn~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizz .. bila agaknya nak pukul 5 ni? Dum dee dum dee dum .. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-109945904062159388?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/109945904062159388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=109945904062159388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109945904062159388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109945904062159388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/11/yawn.html' title='Yawn!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-109944728415898594</id><published>2004-11-03T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T10:02:35.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puting Punya Pasal ..</title><content type='html'>Overheard the granddaddy telling the granddaughter this ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kakak .. kalau kakak asik icap puting aje .. nanti gigi kakak jadi macam gini"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: "Sister .. if you continue sucking the pacifier, your teeth will end up like this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/Set24_01.jpg" border=2 width=350&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kalau Tak Jaga ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/Set23_01.jpg"width=350 border=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-109944728415898594?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/109944728415898594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=109944728415898594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109944728415898594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109944728415898594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/11/puting-punya-pasal.html' title='Puting Punya Pasal ..'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-109936643431302340</id><published>2004-11-02T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T11:50:47.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day</title><content type='html'>I'm still pissed abt the stupid meeting. And to ADD to my pissness (is there such a word?&lt;i&gt;*garuk kepala*&lt;/i&gt;), HUBBY TOOK URGENT LEAVE!! GGGGRrrrrrrr ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left poor me to buka puasa on my own .. uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know what .. my sole malay colleague told me he won't care and just absent himself from the meeting. Yeah .. but unfortunately I just can't. And although I do not mind breaking fast outside home, I really do not relish breaking fast in office in front of so many people while I'm having a meeting! Uuuuuuuggggggggghhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I get so easily irritated lately? I get so worked up at the slightest mistake or slightest thing that irk me? Muz be going to be that time of the month. Come to think of it, I have already fasted for 18 days. &lt;i&gt;Bila makcik aku nak datang ni?&lt;/i&gt;. Its been six months since I gave birth and till now, I still have not gotten my menses. Is it normal? During Nadira's time, I got it after she was 4.5 months. Hmmm ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Gasp!*&lt;/i&gt; Dun tell me .. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-109936643431302340?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/109936643431302340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=109936643431302340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109936643431302340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109936643431302340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/11/day.html' title='The Day'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-109929544896369437</id><published>2004-11-01T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T15:50:48.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Monday ... Hee (cont'd)</title><content type='html'>Replies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;quote&gt;" aiseyman. sabar, sabar...apa boleh buat (taik kambing bulat², masuk dlm&lt;br /&gt;botol, cap orang kuat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standard lah. kalau majority cina, yg kita melayu selalunya kalah. i dah&lt;br /&gt;brapa kali kena gitu...ishk~ "&lt;/quote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;quote&gt;" Hmmmm we can go walk walk at geylang hehehehehe "&lt;/quote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora: Hahahaha .. dats precious .. tapi seriously eh I DUN REMEMBER that song at all. Anyway, you made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: Really??!!! Smoooooooooochhhh! Opps .. puasa heehee so for now can only give you cyber kisshy. Thank you for understanding darling .. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-109929544896369437?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/109929544896369437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=109929544896369437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109929544896369437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109929544896369437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/11/just-another-monday-hee-contd.html' title='Just Another Monday ... Hee (cont&apos;d)'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-109928918260053227</id><published>2004-11-01T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T14:42:44.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Monday</title><content type='html'>Aggghhh! I'm soooo fricking pissed that I'm going to have a &lt;h4&gt;BITCH FIT!!!&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GGGGGGGGGrrrrrrr ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that I have meeting scheduled at 5.45pm till 7.15pm! WHAT!! U people got no brains is it??!! I starved myself up, looking forward to 5.30 pm time only to have you all say ATTENDANCE IS COMPULSORY??!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;HHHHURRRRGGGGHHHHH&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Sesungguhnya aku berpuasa ......&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............. but I'm still pissed u know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-109928918260053227?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/109928918260053227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=109928918260053227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109928918260053227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109928918260053227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/11/just-another-monday.html' title='Just another Monday'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-109927970552928178</id><published>2004-11-01T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T11:37:24.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>I hate Mondays .. I do, really .. and just as my mum said, I'm so much like Garfield. Hee .. think hubby agrees with that. I have sleeping as a hobby and besides watching TV, I love to eat. Tell me, who doesn't? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had this really interesting conversation with my colleague abt married couples (with kids), to have some time of their own instead of spending every free time with da kids. Well, you know, nowadays everytime I reach office, I always look forward to going home and spending time with the kids more than going out walk walk for nuthin'. And everytime Hubby and I go out on a midnite shopping at Mustaffa (we do that at least 6 times a yr) especially on the eve of the 12th of the month (hee hubby's pay!) each time I hear other kids crying and if they sound just like my babies, I get all guilty and terrible for leaving my kids behind knowing they always look forward to 9pm because that's the time when hubby and I reach home. I just simply can't leave my babies at home just so I can enjoy shopping on my own. No I just can't! Since day 1, whenever I go out to shop or "shopping tingkap", I never fail to bring my kids along with me. And since Nadira, I have never gone overseas without bringing her along. Hubby always make it a point to bring the kids along wherever we go. That's why when my colleague suggested I get some time of my own to do something I like, I told her that I can't. If I do, my mind will be with the kids and what they were doing at that time. Somehow, THIS IS what I love doing. Being with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved bowling and used to go everytime but now, I dun care anymore. Somehow, being a mother made me lose all the interest I have. I still however retain my signature trademark hobby. SLEEPING! Wahahahaha .. I can sleep even if there's a crowd surrounding me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-109927970552928178?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/109927970552928178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=109927970552928178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109927970552928178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109927970552928178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/11/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-109901842294790497</id><published>2004-10-29T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T11:46:57.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Once More</title><content type='html'>Yes! Yes! Yes! I am able to access blogger again now!!! YEAAAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been unable to access blogger in office since Tuesday when I returned from my MC. Sooo sad, I've been cursing the firewall team thinking that they have blocked the site. Today, after several reminders from my colleague, the data centre guys finally found out that there was something wrong with the local proxy server, blocking our access to sites like ebay, blogger and google. Thank God someone had the initiative to do a tracert on blogger website. How can Nokia not support blogger when their phones support blogger features??!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Nokia!! I LOVE YOU!! OK, decided. End of the year, I will get my Nokia 7610. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pssst .. for the first time in his life (I think) hubby's wearing baju melayu to work hehehhehe .. finally the ARAB dogol attitude wearing off him :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-109901842294790497?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/109901842294790497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=109901842294790497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109901842294790497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109901842294790497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-once-more.html' title='Today Once More'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-109884465490989582</id><published>2004-10-27T07:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T10:47:26.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Night Fever</title><content type='html'>Huaargggh! I'm so tired! Adik went down with fever after the immunization. Poor thing kept crying and asking for comfort because his body was really hot the previous night. The entire night he was crying because he was uncomfortable. I changed his fever pack twice and it didn't help to lower his temperature at all. Even if the temperature went down, it will be after taking the panadol and then after, his temperature will go up again. &lt;i&gt;Macam yoyo dah&lt;/i&gt;. Thank God now he's OK! Mummy placed a cold towel over his body and his temperature went steadily down. His crying didn't stop though. His injection spot went red and it got really uncomfortable cos he refused to lie down and wanted to be carried the whole day. Since yesterday I was at work, poor mummy suffered the whole day (hehehhe) carrying and rocking him to sleep because he's soo used to being in the cradle back in JB. When I reached home at woodlands last night, poor guy eyed me giving me the signal,"Mummy please carry me .. i want uu .. uwaaaaaaaahhh." hehehehe ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm back in JB again and today was especially early. Train from JB arrived at Tg Pagar Railway Stn real early today (6.40am) and I reached office at 7am. Took my own sweet time to walk to my office building, did my normal morning business "deposits" and start my work. Been trying to access blogger since yesterday but kept getting error messages. I think Nokia realised that I have been blogging too much and should start concentrating on my work. Hey! People need a break every now and then okay! Sigh .. now hubby's helping me to update my blogs everyday .. thank you darling! Muah muah muah! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-109884465490989582?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/109884465490989582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=109884465490989582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109884465490989582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109884465490989582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/10/monday-night-fever.html' title='Monday Night Fever'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-109869673925895239</id><published>2004-10-25T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T17:35:25.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick! Boohoo!</title><content type='html'>I'm soo sick and tired today that getting up for &lt;i&gt;sahur&lt;/i&gt; is such a drag. Bleaargh! Called up to inform my TL that I'll be taking MC and when informed her that I'll be helping out from home, TL advised me to rest and not to bother about the tickets. &lt;i&gt;With the condition that she'll be leaving hundreds of them for me hehehehe .. uwaaaaaaah!!!&lt;/i&gt;. I then decided since I was going to the doctor's, took the opportunity to bring forward Adik's DPT2 immunization appointment to today, killing 2 birds at 1 go. By right, Adik should be receiving his DPT3 but thanks to my forgetfulness due to the excitement of having a new job (especially in Nokia), all his immunization was brought forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly cleared one job I was supposed to clear last friday (before the user from India decides to play punk and come after me), and got ready for the polyclinic appointment. He was brave enough to cry for only a while after the injection but since it was already 11.30m and I didn't want to wait, we went to my company doctor in causeway point. After the doctor's visit, I went to Kiddy Palace to get some kiddy stuff for adik. We then head home only to find my dad getting ready to go geylang with grandma. Heh .. no way am I going Geylang with this splitting headache, running nose, half cracked voice and an irritated baby who just got poked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time ... Adik's been crying non stop since we got back. I wonder why. And he refused to be carried by anyone but me!! Now that I'm blogging away, hubby's been trying to cheer him up with the America's Funniest Home Video's cat antics .. not very successful. He's been eyeing me with pitiful looks .. ok guys .. gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-109869673925895239?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/109869673925895239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=109869673925895239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109869673925895239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109869673925895239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/10/sick-boohoo.html' title='Sick! Boohoo!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007924.post-109869441501396493</id><published>2004-10-24T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T16:53:35.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geylang Si Paku Geylang</title><content type='html'>My Aunt Saba went KL to look after Tante's kids as she had to go through a surgery to detect the cause of her weak heart so we stayed in Singapore to accompany lone ranger grandma for her break fasts. We went geylang in the afternoon with my sister and my 2 kids bringing with us a wheelchair and a pram. We had quite an afternoon since I can say I have to look after 4 green seats citizens (my 2 kids, my wheelchair bound grandma and my pregnant sister). It was no easy feat I tell you! Hubby was against me going geylang on our own since its not easy for me to handle my grandma and the kids even with the help of my sister but I did it anyhow. He was working the morning shift today and would only be back in the evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I went Geylang was to look for my baju kurung since I did not have time to send the cloth MIL bought for me to the tailor's. I'm sure I'll have a tough time looking for the right colour cos firstly, i'm choosy with the design, 2ndly, its hard to get the right size and thirdly, i'm choosy with the colour (the colour must blend in). Whenever, I manage to get all the above, the price is too high. The cheapest I have come across is $129!! Fuhyoo! It is worth paying so much for something I would wear only twice? I've bought many of that price range and they always end up in the hanger of my cupboard untouched. Dunno why, I just dun feel easy wearing baju kurung to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after doing all that exhausting search, we went for our final destination, to buy our break fast meals. While waiting for my sister's mutton chop, I sat at this seat previously occupied by an old man. There was a bowl of fried rice on the table, untouched and I tot wat a waste it was to not finish up the food. Suddenly, the old man came back, carrying a glass of kopi, scolding and yelling at me for occupying his seat. I stood up, apologise and he went on saying,"Buta ke mata .. orang duduk kat sini ... kan ada makan kat sini! .. " and he went on and on. My grandma defended me saying that we didn't know that it was still occupied and then my grandma istighfar. I shook my head at her telling her not to say anything anymore. This old man totally spoilt my mood and because the mutton chop took so long to prepare, I purposely stood beside my sis who was standing in front of the stall and yelled at her to ask the &lt;i&gt;Mama&lt;/i&gt; to hurry up and why it is taking soo long to prepare. Soon enuff, seconds later, the indian uncle passed her the mutton chop. We left the place, hearing the uncle scolding another lady who accidentally hit his hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh .. the next time I'm going Geylang, I'm not bringing the kids with me. Though there were not many people yet (even though hubby say the crowd is atrocious), I will still not bring my kids or even grandma along on my own. This place is not a place for kids. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007924-109869441501396493?l=idanis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/feeds/109869441501396493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007924&amp;postID=109869441501396493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109869441501396493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007924/posts/default/109869441501396493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idanis.blogspot.com/2004/10/geylang-si-paku-geylang.html' title='Geylang Si Paku Geylang'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
