<?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-33321060</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:59:44.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Simple Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Rantings of a mother, wife, daughter, friend who tries very hard to do it all</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>236</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-982511147519100589</id><published>2010-04-18T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:35:59.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cough...cough...sniff...sniff....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm still coughing alright. My fault. I didn't take good care of myself. The kids got the flu from me. Haziq built up phlegm, he needed his inhaler everyday. Zara follow suit. Her Paed had to suck out the phlegm and she too had to be on the nebulizer twice the last few days. Haziq cried when he saw his little sister crying her hearts out. He has a good heart, that boy. Poor Zara, poor Haziq. Now Zara must take the ventolin 3 puffs every 3 hours to clear her lungs. If she's still not well in few days time, her Paed wants to jab her. Sigh. I guess when there's asthmatic history in your family, like it or not you may have to deal with such situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?I'm just exhausted. Mentally and physically but then again who would understand. It's very easy to just say...alaaa..zai tuh...macam2 la....alaaa...zai tuh...ape yg dia busy sgt ntah.....alaaaa...zai tuh...maner ada mase....hahaha....whatever la deeeyyyy...my family comes first in case you still don't get it....tqvm....I am beginning to really believe what my mother told me. She said rambut sama hitam, hati lain2 zai....she also said...kadang-kadang orang perempuan mulut kata lain, hati kata lain...yeah....go figure huhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am writing this, Haziq and Zara are already asleep. They're doing ok now. Alhamdulillah. I wanted to write more on Zara. That girl of mine is 4 months old now. A pleasant baby I must say. Loves attention, hates to be left alone. Adores her big brother and is always observing what her brother is doing. Haziq?? He loves Zara but at the same time jealousy is written all over his face heh. Ibu?pening trying her best to give all her attention to both. Ooo and not forgetting the husband. He needs my attention too. Harap2 I'm strong enough to go through all this yaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at the moment my fav pictures of that dua beradik =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/S8sWntyuKpI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/p_1GU24FvcA/s1600/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/S8sWntyuKpI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/p_1GU24FvcA/s400/kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461483844679903890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tooddles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/user/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/user/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-982511147519100589?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/982511147519100589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=982511147519100589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/982511147519100589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/982511147519100589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2010/04/coughcoughsniffsniff.html' title='Cough...cough...sniff...sniff....'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/S8sWntyuKpI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/p_1GU24FvcA/s72-c/kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-2113160227688833835</id><published>2010-04-07T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:01:59.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want To Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;......and I shall be back soon peeps =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-2113160227688833835?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/2113160227688833835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=2113160227688833835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/2113160227688833835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/2113160227688833835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want-to-blog.html' title='I want To Blog'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-4030074455410781304</id><published>2010-02-22T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:19:58.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revamping this Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How do you like my new layout?ok?yes?no? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was getting really bored with my layout when I suddenly found this template and fell in love with it. So, this will be my layout eerrrmmmm until I get bored again. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alrighty...just a quickie from me. I want to go to bed now. Am so sleepy. Work is tiring me out literally. It's not that I'm super duper busy but yet, at the end of the day, lethargic is an understatement. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Something is bothering me actually. Gosh, sometimes I wish I can be transparent but I can't. Ooo well, life goes on right =) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Toodles.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-4030074455410781304?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/4030074455410781304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=4030074455410781304&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4030074455410781304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4030074455410781304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2010/02/revamping-this-space.html' title='Revamping this Space'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-7461473471169199930</id><published>2010-02-13T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:36:03.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy Who Turns 3 Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/S3a4CjeFrcI/AAAAAAAAA-o/128DV7c24Mk/s1600-h/DSC_3541a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/S3a4CjeFrcI/AAAAAAAAA-o/128DV7c24Mk/s400/DSC_3541a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437735954117144002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/S3a33PRCbYI/AAAAAAAAA-g/O9yjDXGXdeU/s1600-h/DSC_3419a.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Haziq Danial,&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy 3rd Birthday. Ayah, Ibu &amp;amp; Baby Zara love you so much. Please be a good boy okay =)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: no party for you this year darling....Ayah &amp;amp; I have planned something for you. Your present??....to be honest, we haven't bought it.So, please be patient aite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-7461473471169199930?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/7461473471169199930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=7461473471169199930&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7461473471169199930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7461473471169199930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2010/02/boy-who-turns-3-today.html' title='The Boy Who Turns 3 Today...'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/S3a4CjeFrcI/AAAAAAAAA-o/128DV7c24Mk/s72-c/DSC_3541a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-669156163587513967</id><published>2010-02-08T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:31:33.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haziq &amp; Zara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;It's getting a bit dusty here hehehe....haven't had the time to jot down what's been happening. Hikksss....Maybe I should write about the kids (gosh i love that i get to type the word kids hahaha poyo kan) a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Haziq will turn 3 y/o this Saturday. My ooo my. He's so big now. Talks a lot, but yet he still refuses to concentrate when it comes to his ABCs. Any tips anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such an adorable big brother to Zara. Always eager to help Ibu, always wants to share his toys, and always wants to kiss his lil' sister. Alhamdulillah. I was kinda worried in the beginning. BUT...................yes...there's a but, he somehow always wants to pick a fight with me. Yup. You just can't believe the things he does just to drive me up the wall. His temper...oooo don't let me go there. It's like seeing a mini-me. Sigh. Let's just hope this will only be temporary okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi Zara, on the other hand, is such an angel. I would say she's more easy-going compared to Haziq last time. Smiles a lot. Cries only when she's hungry, or sleepy and also when her diaper is wet. And just like Haziq, she likes to be hold, carried around. Sama ajer macam abang hehehe. She looks like Haziq when he was a baby. She babbles a lot now...like seriously a lot. She talks to her Ayah a lot when he comes back from work. It's so cute I tell ya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Haaiiihhh...enough said. I'll continue some other time okay. Let's see some pictures aite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/S2w7TMHhBXI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AmME4ya2xvo/s1600-h/DSC_3412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434784051185649010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/S2w7TMHhBXI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AmME4ya2xvo/s320/DSC_3412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;My Haziq Danial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/S2w85pD7ncI/AAAAAAAAA-I/lAt4t8yFfN8/s1600-h/DSC_3403a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434785811301899714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/S2w85pD7ncI/AAAAAAAAA-I/lAt4t8yFfN8/s320/DSC_3403a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Dh terer dh naik basikal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/S2w-P3j3t1I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/oXF0PpRsweE/s1600-h/DSC_3445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434787292662708050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/S2w-P3j3t1I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/oXF0PpRsweE/s320/DSC_3445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;@ 2 months old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/S2w_Ss6nptI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/lPjMiUjtZqA/s1600-h/DSC_3446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434788440856569554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/S2w_Ss6nptI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/lPjMiUjtZqA/s320/DSC_3446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;dh lapar nak susu but ibu sibuk gak nak amik gambo hehehe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-669156163587513967?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/669156163587513967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=669156163587513967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/669156163587513967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/669156163587513967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2010/02/haziq-zara.html' title='Haziq &amp; Zara'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/S2w7TMHhBXI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AmME4ya2xvo/s72-c/DSC_3412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-6335094110614648774</id><published>2010-01-14T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:13:25.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 In A Glance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2009 came and went in a flash if i may say so. let's recap shall we...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened the first two months....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in march we finally moved into our new home after a year of waiting....alhamdulillah...finally...a place we can call home sweet home. we did some minor renovation, bought new furniture, made plans...etc... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in april we found out haziq will be a big brother come december.....alhamdulillah...i wanted a december baby hehe. april also saw the beginning of my morning, noon, evening &amp;amp; night sickness....24/7 sickness, you name it. sucks. with me down with morning sickness, further renovation and decorating the unit was put onhold sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in july i managed to organise a belated birthday party for haziq with the help of hubby, my parents and siblings. the theme was cars and haziq got a lightning mcqueen 3d cake thanks to wiz. alhamdulillah the party went well and moi 'pengsan' the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;september...ooo...september. the month my life turned 360, well almost though. i still can't believe what had happened but i learned a very valuable lesson from it. life is funny in so many ways, indeed. when i was in 'that' mess, i was reminded of a quote that i used to give to my friends for encouragement. see i told you life is funny. at that time, i felt the quote was the best to describe what i went through. it goes something like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kadang kadang Tuhan sembunyikan Matahari, diberikan kita Petir dan Kilat, Kita menangis dan tertanya tanya... dimana hilangnya sinar, Rupa rupanya....Tuhan nak hadiahkan kita Pelangi Indah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="itembox"&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://images.pondokburuk.multiply.com/attachment/0/SG8cHwoKCs8AAGu2H2g1/HIJJAZ%20-%20DOA%20PAGI.swf?nmid=104187264%20" hidden="true" loop="true" autostart="true" width="100" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i took a moment to muhasabah diri, to reflect back, why it happened. i realised at times i tend to forget to be grateful with what i have. i focus too much on looking 'up' that i forget to look 'down'. so, a reminder to myself....bersyukur dgn apa yg ada, sentiasa bertawakkal, sentiasa sediakan payung sebelum hujan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in november, the three of us had our first family outdoor photoshoot in Putrajaya. =)&lt;br /&gt;in november also i found the energy and the mood to continue decorate the house...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;december then came in a jiffy....Heidi Zara was borned on the same day as my birthday. she weighed at 3.22kg@52cm. shewas 12 days early. alhamdulilah everything went well. she's a month old now. will blog about the whole journey in a separate entry ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there....a whole year went by in a blink of an eye. geeezzzz.....i guess in a nutshell i would say&lt;br /&gt;2009 has been a wonderful blessed year. i think i've grown throughout the year. learned a lot....tried my best to be a better person though it was not easy, but i tried. i tried to be a better mother, better wife, better daughter, better friend, better employee. and i am still trying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope 2010 will a better year insya Allah... =)&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll be able to blog more hehehe....i dont know how to end this entry (as usual)...so toodles peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-6335094110614648774?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/6335094110614648774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=6335094110614648774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/6335094110614648774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/6335094110614648774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-in-glance.html' title='2009 In A Glance'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-805957786988326799</id><published>2009-12-14T20:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:03:38.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Addition To The Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Introducing our 2nd bundl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e of joy&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SyZDlMjb7bI/AAAAAAAAA9s/gpAuk4AplU4/s1600-h/DSC_3287resized.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SyZDlMjb7bI/AAAAAAAAA9s/gpAuk4AplU4/s320/DSC_3287resized.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415089908263677362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SyZD7-OQwnI/AAAAAAAAA90/MvuoEODRJsw/s1600-h/DSC_3288resized.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SyZD7-OQwnI/AAAAAAAAA90/MvuoEODRJsw/s320/DSC_3288resized.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415090299553759858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Blockquote" title="Blockquote" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 17);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Blockquote" class="gl_quote" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Meet Heidi Zara, born on 5th December 2009 @ 5.11 a.m at APSH weighing at 3.22 kg. Zara was 12 days early. Oooo...did I mention we share the same birthday? Yup. Cool huhhh... =)&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update more soon ya...right now I'm busy adjusting myself to being a mother of two. It's not easy I tell ya but I'm lucky my mom is here to lend a helping hand.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tooddles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-805957786988326799?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/805957786988326799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=805957786988326799&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/805957786988326799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/805957786988326799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/12/latest-addition-to-family.html' title='Latest Addition To The Family'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SyZDlMjb7bI/AAAAAAAAA9s/gpAuk4AplU4/s72-c/DSC_3287resized.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-2432955341592635264</id><published>2009-11-29T08:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T08:47:46.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>37 Weeks &amp; Photoshoot in Putrajaya...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;Alhamdulillah...it's been 37 weeks already. 3 more weeks or maybe less. We shall see. I have an appointment with my doctor next Saturday, 5th December....yesssiirrreeeeee...it's moi birthday. I'm secretly (not sooo secret anymore la kan since I'm writing it here hahaha) baby H.Z will make an appearance on the day itself. I am picturing myself in labor that night....hhhhhmmmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Earlier this month I managed to drag Hubby and Haziq to a family photoshoot that I've arranged. We had it in Taman Putra Perdana, Putrajaya on a Sunday morning. Yup. Hubby surprisingly gave 100% cooperation. Knowing him, he'd rather wake up late on a Sunday morning, so thanks dear. I wanted to capture pictures of the three of us before Baby H.Z arrives. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just see the pictures ya..sudden mental block..dunno what else to write haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SxG8WwamV9I/AAAAAAAAA6k/MMljnZqka8o/s1600/%2815%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SxG8WwamV9I/AAAAAAAAA6k/MMljnZqka8o/s400/%2815%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409311726588286930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haziq initiated this pose himself...we just followed him...ahakss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SxG8pdhwXpI/AAAAAAAAA6s/FEQbIVtylYo/s1600/%2883%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SxG8pdhwXpI/AAAAAAAAA6s/FEQbIVtylYo/s400/%2883%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409312047935544978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ibu's favorite boy...you're gonna be a big bro soon sayang...good luck ek :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SxG86L6KhdI/AAAAAAAAA60/lSFYApBwYDQ/s1600/%28102%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SxG86L6KhdI/AAAAAAAAA60/lSFYApBwYDQ/s400/%28102%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409312335263860178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rare moments...where Hubby and I are not at each others throat wakaka...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SxG9Fm8-BZI/AAAAAAAAA68/UckrkNRG7Wc/s1600/%2878%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SxG9Fm8-BZI/AAAAAAAAA68/UckrkNRG7Wc/s400/%2878%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409312531501942162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loves you to bits Haziq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SxG9WxzR9ZI/AAAAAAAAA7E/ks2_Kxkf1Sg/s1600/%2895%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SxG9WxzR9ZI/AAAAAAAAA7E/ks2_Kxkf1Sg/s400/%2895%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409312826471871890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carefree..after the shoot he smelled so masam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SxG9nFGl9UI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Qj40lg1OyC8/s1600/%2864%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SxG9nFGl9UI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Qj40lg1OyC8/s400/%2864%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409313106531054914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feeling his adik kicking Ibu's tummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So, there&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;pictures of me the mak buyung.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I have another confession to make here. I'm actually scared. Scared to deliver the baby. I thought the second time around it will not affect me much but I am wrong. The thought of not knowing how it's gonna be scares me a bit. Not knowing how long I'm gonna be in labor sends shivers thru my spine. I try not to think too much and focus on other stuff, I pray, oooo dear God...please...please.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Please pray for me ya ooo dear friends&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm worried too. Can't imagine dividing my love between Haziq and baby H.Z. Dunno why I'm feeling this way. Hope it's temporary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Ok...toodles peeps....I need to do some house chores work now. It's never ending huhhh....take care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-2432955341592635264?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/2432955341592635264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=2432955341592635264&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/2432955341592635264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/2432955341592635264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/11/37-weeks-photoshoot-in-putrajaya.html' title='37 Weeks &amp; Photoshoot in Putrajaya...'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SxG8WwamV9I/AAAAAAAAA6k/MMljnZqka8o/s72-c/%2815%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-7842575779808959669</id><published>2009-11-19T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:51:25.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Confession of A Grumpy Preggie Mommy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes...i have a confession to make here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i dont feel like going to work anymore. all i want to do is stay at home and spend as much time i can with Haziq before the little one pops out. sigh. ooo guess what...my hospital bag...it's still not packed yet hehe. what's wrong with me ha? i think we've bought everything that we need. this time around i don't bother much with the list i make. i used my mother-instinct.... :p&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lethargic is an understatement nowadays. i get tired so easily and my mood is like a rollercoaster. sometimes i hate myself. ooo how i can't wait for all this to be over. i want baby #2 to come out ASAP but at the same time i dont want my tummy to be empty. i like my bumpy tummy, i like the feeling of baby #2 kicking, punching, doing all sort of movements. i'm gonna miss that i know. just like last time after haziq was born. i could still feel something kicking inside of me...hahaha...must be the tummy muscles kot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haziq???oooo that boy of mine is trully a miracle la. he amuse me everday with his speech abilities. the words that he uses. it amaze me that he actually listens to me. when i say something to him, when i thought he was not listening or paying attention, few days later he'll be using my exact words, and most of the time...against me. haaiihhh. so adorable. he loves to hug hubby and i at the same time. he'll come in between us and pull us together so that he can give each of us a kiss on the cheek hihihiii...i like....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;seeing that my due date is nearing, i've started to discuss with haziq more often about the changes that's gonna take place soon. i told him that when baby #2 arrives, he will have to help me. help me put baby #2 to sleep, change diapers, wash clothes...etc. haziq said "ok ibu..." sigh. we shall see ya haziq dearest.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'll be spending my whole confinement period in KL, our place. mama will be coming down next week. i am so not looking forward this part, the confinement part. it literally means i'll be confined in the house. the last time, i was close to being insane when in the end mama let me go out to get some fresh air...we went out with haziq, drove around and came back hahaha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hokaaaayyyyy...i've crapped a lot here. im craving for rootbeer float la...may go and get it later then...ok peeps...i have no idea where this post is going and i'm too lazy to end it properly. so...till next time. in case i terberanak early...peeps...wish me luck aite... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-7842575779808959669?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/7842575779808959669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=7842575779808959669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7842575779808959669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7842575779808959669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/11/confession-of-grumpy-preggie-mommy.html' title='A Confession of A Grumpy Preggie Mommy....'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-6705264625046005707</id><published>2009-11-19T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:06:52.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I came across this while blog-hopping at a friend's blog a while ago and I just couldn't agree more. Read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satu hari CINTA &amp;amp; KAWAN berjalan dalam kampung...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiba-tiba CINTA terjatuh dalam telaga.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenapa??Kerana CINTA itu buta.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lalu KAWAN pun ikut terjun dalam telaga... Kenapa??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kerana... KAWAN akan buat apa sahaja demi CINTA !! Di dalam telaga &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CINTA hilang.... Kenapa??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kerana... CINTA itu halus, mudah hilang kalau tak dijaga, sukar dicari apatah lagi dalam telaga yang gelap....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sedangkan KAWAN masih lagi tercari-cari dimana CINTA &amp;amp; terus menunggu.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenapa??Kerana... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KAWAN itu sejati &amp;amp; akan kekal sebagai KAWAN yang setia.... kan ?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so, hargai lah KAWAN kita selagi kita terasa dia BERERTI....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Walau kita punya couple, teman still paling setia..*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Walau kita punya harta banyak, teman still paling berharga.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More than often people tend to forget this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forget the fact that even married couples get divorced, couples break-up but friendship....they remain. Even when you're happily married you should always value your friends, even if you're engaged, you must always find time for your friend, even when you have a steady boyfriend who would go to any extend for you, you must never take your friends for granted let alone make assumptions on their behalf without asking them, yes? no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-6705264625046005707?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/6705264625046005707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=6705264625046005707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/6705264625046005707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/6705264625046005707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/11/interesting.html' title='Interesting...'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-1070683612206924187</id><published>2009-11-12T08:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:07:02.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me...me....and me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi ya all...it's been ages since I drop by this space of mine. I was in dilemma. Part of me wanted to continue writing but part of me is just so tired. I hated my layout as well. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oooo well....this morning I decided to pen down few lines. we'll see how far I can go yaaa...hhhhmmmm...updates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pregnancy??? am in my 35th week...yup...bout 5 weeks or maybe less to go. Who knows. I told Dr M.A I want baby #2 to have the same birth date as mine. He laughed. HHmmmppphhhhh....So far baby #2 is growing well Alhamdulillah. We have a name already. Bought few things for baby #2 already but most of Haziq's stuff are gonna be used again, the playpen, baby clothes, etc..they're all in good condition. So I thought why waste money. I can buy more stuff for baby #2 later after my confinement. No big deal. I've made arrangements with a tukang urut already. The most important thing...yup, the urut part. My jamu has also been bought. Got it from my aunty in Muar. She makes them. I prefer the traditional ones rather than the modern ones...capsules...and what not. I still have few more stuff to get. I haven't packed my hospital bag. Sigh. I'm just not in the mood...yet. Will try to do it this weekend la. Heartburn is back...sheeessshhh...I hate it. I don't eat much so am slowly gaining weight. So far I've gained about 9kg. Yikessss....and boy do I waddle like a mama penguin nowadays hahaha....I make sure I still walk around going to places even when it feels like the bulging tummy is gonna fall down hahaha. I think I will post my latest picture later la...don't have one la. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;work???am still at work...so many things to do at work. I must clear as much as possible before I go on leave. It's been so tiring la. Thank God now I dont have to drive to work. Hubster send me off in the morning and come and pick me up later in the evening bringing Haziq along. I like it. The three of us in the car stuck in the jam although most of the time I'll be screaming at the top of my lungs at Haziq for being notty but then again....I just love the time we spend in the car. Haziq hugs me the moment I step into the car asking me where I've been the whole day. Poor boy. I told him I have to go to work so that I can buy him stuff...he said ok. He's such an easy-going boy. He'll turn 3 y/o in 3 months time. Big boy dah kan. I love to watch him sleep. Only when he's asleep I realise he's such a grown up toddler, so full of energy, and about to be a big brother soon...then tears will roll down my cheek coz I'll be reminiscing the days when he was a small and tiny baby. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've washed all Haziq baby clothes...and again..I got all emotional looking at them. How small they are and how Haziq fit into them last time. Hahaha...Yes...I'm very emotional like that. skit2 nak nangis....skit2 nak marah....penat la....kesian Hubster..huhuh and Haziq too coz kadang2 I get angry with him for not listening to me when all he wanted to do was play and have fun. Gosh...I'm such a bad mother kan... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok la...i think that's enough for now. I need to start on my work now. Will try to write more later....adios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-1070683612206924187?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/1070683612206924187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=1070683612206924187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/1070683612206924187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/1070683612206924187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/11/memeand-me.html' title='Me...me....and me...'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-3046031236370033770</id><published>2009-10-09T09:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:39:05.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooo Dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;where do I start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;..... im upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;......im tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;......my back and my whole body ache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;......haven't been sleeping well lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;......my heartburn is not leaving me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it can get worse than this i know...so im holding on.....on a happier note....i have my mother to constantly reminding me to count my blessings. and if you know what had happened this last few weeks..then you'd understand. let's just say....what had happened has taught me a lot. it's nothing new to learn actually but it's just that sometimes i tend to take things for granted. what i have...i tend to look for more but not appreciate what i already have fully. get me? anyways....thank you God for the valuable lesson.it has made me work harder to be close to you, to know that i should completely surrender myself, my life, my fate to you and let you decide what's best for me and my family. in school i've learned what tawakkal means....but last few weeks saw me really absorbing myself into the meaning of that word.sigh. how little i know...how little i actually do practice my religion...how ignorant i was.shameful.i still have a long way to go.a lot to learn.dear God....please guide me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-3046031236370033770?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/3046031236370033770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=3046031236370033770&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/3046031236370033770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/3046031236370033770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/10/oooo-dear.html' title='Oooo Dear'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-2593445021732415509</id><published>2009-08-28T07:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:48:52.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooo So Random...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hope it's not too late to wish you all Selamat Berpuasa. It's the 7th day today and Alhamdulillah I still have the energy and the will to fast. Hopefully again this year I am able to complete the whole month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A lot has happened this past couple of weeks. I've been too oocupied to jot it down. Let's just go in random shall we...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;managed to watch Sandra Bullock in The Proposal with Olyn. hahaha...had a good laugh. must watch if ur a sucker for romantic comedy. oooo...i so love all her bags in the movie hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i went for my check up last Saturday and....and...i gained 3 kilos hokay. my best record so far hahaha...Dr M.A was also surprised. i said to him "but i dont feel like i've gained that much" cheeehhh perasan lebeh...will put up detail entry of the check-up later laa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;haziq was down with fever, cough and flu last week but thank God nothing serious. all this AH1N1 fuss is really scaring me. i dont bring haziq to the playground anymore. we hardly go out. haziq was pleading to me to take him to the swimming pool but i just dare not sigh. i dont like him to be stuck in the house too much but i have no choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i've been having weird cravings lately, well ok not that weird in the sense that the food is easy to obtained. but i've been craving cakes of late.yup. i ordered 2 steamed fruit cake from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-kek.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;elin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;, one to be eaten during Ramadhan and another one for Raya. you guys must try her cake. sedap. i also ordered almond and walnut caramel cake from a friend who just started his own business. cool eh. go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rustic.com.my/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; for more info and order. and...and...last night i made hubby drove us to the nearest secret recipe so that i can attend to my cravings. hehe. i went there with images of delicious cakes but when i got there i couldn't decide on which one. i stood in front of the counter for good 10 minutes when i settled for chocolate moist cake eventhough i think i should've have followed my intuition to try their new peacan butterscotch cake. and true enough the moist cake wasn't at all moist to my standard huhuhu. might as well get the american brownies. so last night i was upset and did not enjoy my cake. hubby and haziq enjoyed their chocolate indulgence (to my surprise haziq wallup half of the cake and got all sugar high after that heh...). im off to ipoh this evening, gonna make sure i make a visit to the secret recipe to replace last nite's frustration....sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;there is something bothering me. i'm disturbed. worried.sad. i pray everything will be okay but then Allah knows what's best for me and my family. so i can only pray...usaha and tawakkal, yes, no? i dont want to worry much considering my condition but i can't just sweep it off under the carpet this time. i must face it if it really happens, God forbid. sigh. must be strong :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i look forwrd to spend time in ipoh this weekend although hubby won't be joining me and haziq. he has work to do..dang.tkpe la.what to do eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;baby #2 is so active nowadays swimming from left to right, swaying, kicking, you name it. sometimes i can't even take a nap when baby #2 is moving around. ticklish hehe. haziq got the priviledge to feel ibu's tummy the other day and boy you should have seen his face when he felt the baby kicking. so funny. well not long after that he kept coming to me and put his hand on my tummy "nak rase baby ibu" haaaiihh....sometimes he'd just come running to me and hug me and my tummy. budak niii....suka buat ibu cair ek... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ok. that's all for now i guess. i don't feel good la this morning. went to the toilet twice and now my tummy is rumbling. i hope i can make it today. i got few things i need to get done before i head home at 1pm. pick up haziq, pack the remaining of our stuff and wait for my brother to come. don't think we can make it in time for iftar though. nevermind la. so you peeps who are driving back to your kampungs...have a safe journey aite. take care. enjoy the long break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-2593445021732415509?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/2593445021732415509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=2593445021732415509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/2593445021732415509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/2593445021732415509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/08/oooo-so-random.html' title='Oooo So Random...'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-614731541352389836</id><published>2009-08-20T09:31:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:44:43.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What??? 30 Already??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;No...no...not me (well at least not yet though) :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's my precious boy. Haziq turned 30 months old last 13/08 hokaayy. That's equivalent to 2 and 1/2 years old. Whooaaaa. My ooo my as cliche as it sounds, I still wanna say it....how time files huh. Tsskk...ttsskk. My baby is so big now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I was browsing thru pictures of Haziq when he was a tiny little creature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371862182700763026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SoywMZ47x5I/AAAAAAAAA5s/euQppcV9suQ/s320/IMG_0923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;@4 months&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371865722435416466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SoyzacbcMZI/AAAAAAAAA50/srIuKQ0mov0/s320/IMG_1898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;look at those cheek haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371866308440618514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/Soyz8jd99hI/AAAAAAAAA58/4FgSHkpaPzA/s320/IMG_1680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;@ approx. 10 months i think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371866803669456290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/Soy0ZYVuVaI/AAAAAAAAA6E/9vMNpkABv-o/s320/IMG_1696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ape kes?he doozed off just like that??? :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371867117020291346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/Soy0rnqYoRI/AAAAAAAAA6M/-2GqwQeSmik/s320/IMG_1708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;iisshh...my trekker rosak la ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371867565486681986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/Soy1FuVGr4I/AAAAAAAAA6U/x2cY0sAZga8/s320/IMG_1597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;@ 8 months. his first time in the pool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and this is him today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371868768816033106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/Soy2LxFLbVI/AAAAAAAAA6c/iQYw0f9LD7s/s320/IMG_1685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he loves to senget kan his head like that when asked to pose...ibu ikut jer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Haziq,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What can I say? Your presence in my life changed me. You made me changed into a selfless person, always worrying about you, your health, your well-being and your future. It's endless you see, but I don't mind at all. As I am writing this, I am also fighting the tears from rolling down my *ehem* pinky(?) cheek. I'm very emotional these days. You taught me a lot baby. Yes, sometimes you drive me up the wall but heck, at the end of the day, you never fail to make me smile all so proud of you. Never getting enough of you. Okay, maybe there are times when I am 'garang' with you but it is for your own good okay. Errrrmmmm...okay I don't know what else to tell ya. Just want you to know that even when you're older, I still want to kiss/nibble/smooch that 'pipi' of yours be it at home or in public, so please don't shy away okay. Oooo Haziq...Ibu and Ayah love you so much la..period!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ibu &amp;amp; Ayah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-614731541352389836?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/614731541352389836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=614731541352389836&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/614731541352389836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/614731541352389836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-30-already.html' title='What??? 30 Already??'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SoywMZ47x5I/AAAAAAAAA5s/euQppcV9suQ/s72-c/IMG_0923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-1588215570892977581</id><published>2009-08-03T08:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:04:03.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quickie..</title><content type='html'>I need to jot this down before my memory starts to fail on me. There were few conversations I had with Haziq that made me laughed so hard, ooo no wait, most of the time it made me left speechless in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in bed with Haziq last Saturday after Hubby has left for work. Haziq suddenly said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H : Ajib otoman (ultraman) max....Ibu &lt;em&gt;ien&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ha? What? Ibu ape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H : Ibu &lt;em&gt;ien, &lt;/em&gt;Ayah &lt;em&gt;ien&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ibu &lt;em&gt;ien&lt;/em&gt;?What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H : &lt;em&gt;Ien!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.....after pausing for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ibu alien???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H : Ha...Ibu &lt;em&gt;ien&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : ???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom bout this, she laughed so hard. She said tu laa...marah-marah Haziq now he calls you alien....hahaha....and then she laughed some more. Sigh. Am I being too hard on him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at a mall when Haziq needed to pee. So, in the toilet I took off his pants and asked him to do his business but I forgot to take off his brief as well,boleh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ok...Haziq...go ahead kencing...&lt;br /&gt;Haziq: Ibu...ni??? (while pointing to his brief)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Alamak...sorry..Ibu forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Haziq : Ibu...Ibu...(shooking head while giving me that sorry look).&lt;br /&gt;Me : ...... (speechless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haziq said something to me but I just couldn't get it, so I asked him again and again when he just gave up on me and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haziq : Ibu tak faham (and walked away..)&lt;br /&gt;Me : ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cleaning up the chest drawer in the master bedroom when Haziq came in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haziq : Ibu, wha' u &lt;em&gt;wing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : What Haziq?&lt;br /&gt;Haziq : wha' u &lt;em&gt;wing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ooo..u mean what are you doing???&lt;br /&gt;Haziq : Ha...what u &lt;em&gt;wing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : LOL....oooo Ibu tengah kemas barang2 nihhh (sambil tergelak dan tersengih hahah..sib baik tak tergolek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would always praise Haziq whenever he does something right, or whenever he manage to do something on his own etc. I'd say "Good job Haziq".&lt;br /&gt;So there's this one time Hubby managed to do something but I can't remember what it was, Haziq went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haziq: Good job Ayah....&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Hubby : LOL.....looking at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phhewww...glad I got all the down. Must show this to Haziq when he's older (read: when he can read la...haha). It's just amazing how he has developed this past few months. Makes me feel I just can't get enough of him...and then makes me think and wonder ooo how am I gonna divide my love...when baby #2 comes along. Can I love both of them equally? Hhhhmmm...that deserves another entry all together me think  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-1588215570892977581?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/1588215570892977581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=1588215570892977581&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/1588215570892977581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/1588215570892977581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/08/quickie.html' title='A Quickie..'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-6988311663697946092</id><published>2009-07-29T12:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:08:57.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yup....we're expecting. Most of my readers (ya ...anda2 itu) are already aware of this news hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alhamdulillah.....our rezeki, Insya Allah Haziq will be a big brother come December. I'm already in my 5th month, or to be precise Week 20. Another 20 weeks to go?huhuhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A visit to the gynae last Saturday was as usual full of excitement. Haziq gets it that inside tummy Ibu ada baby but I don't think he has fully digested the fact that he will have to share our attention come December. A bit tad worried yet at the same time Hubby and I are excited to see how things will turn out. Haziq being Abang Haziq, no longer a small baby (though still my precious baby in my eyes and will always be the special one coz he's my first). It was just the two of us during the last doctor's appointment. Haziq knows very well to stand at the end of the bed and look at the screen. Hehe. The printed scan picture is his and he happily look at it and say "Baby...baby". Haaaiiihhhh...precious moment ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The little one is growing well, sucking all the nutrients consumed by me. So far, I've gained close to 4kg. Hhmmm...I wonder how much will I gain this time around. I've got back my appetite, thank goodness. The heartburn is still there but I've learnt to ignore them as long as I could. Less vommiting nowadays, which is a bliss. Overall, the morning sickness this time is the same as the first, and Alhamdulillah it's over. Phheeewwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oooo...the gender? Believe it or not it's still not 100% confirmed coz baby is facing me which makes is difficult to see...but most likely it's gonna be....ehem...ehemm... :p . I still remember last time by this time we were 100% sure we're gonna get a boy. Hhhhhmmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wittyareya.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;said if it's shy-shy cat...confirm girl la...hahah..we shall see ya babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby has started kicking and doing sommer-sault about a month ago. It's amazing. I thought the second time around I'd be rather so-so bout it. I mean no biggie la coz it's not my first time anyway. But boy was I wrong. The first time I felt the little one poking on me, I was shocked, then I smiled of excitement. Hehehe. No wonder la people gets excited on every pregnancy. Now I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cravings???Hhhmmmm like last time nothing fancy. Seriously. Been having late night snack of roti bom every now and then haha. Now I'm thinking of all the food mentioned by Anis (lagi!haha) in FB at Simon's Tom Yam, babe if you're reading this, jom..jom. I still haven't gotten my tauhu bakar, apam balik sedap, tony roma's famous ribs, hhmmm what else....hehehe...told ya nothing fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Preparations? Nope, nothing yet. I've made a list though on things we may need to buy. Probably later once I'm in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm pretty much busy entertaining Haziq to be honest. I want to make sure I give my fullest attention to him before the baby pops out. Haziq needs me now. He's so attached to me nowadays, like extra attached I tell ya. Sume Ibu kena wat. No Ayah pls. Haaiihhh. Sometimes he'd just come to me and give me a kiss on the cheek. Apakah? Tersipu-sipu lak Ibu dia haha. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;More stories later peeps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SnELDMYzG1I/AAAAAAAAA40/eHWHlx6Ohtg/s1600-h/cartoon14.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364080780667722578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SnELDMYzG1I/AAAAAAAAA40/eHWHlx6Ohtg/s400/cartoon14.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me but pls...pls...try to imagine me like this *scroll*&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364080606179613026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SnEK5CXl2WI/AAAAAAAAA4s/xtCq386GKoI/s400/hot_mama_watermark_72dpi_35160509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SnEK5CXl2WI/AAAAAAAAA4s/xtCq386GKoI/s1600-h/hot_mama_watermark_72dpi_35160509.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-6988311663697946092?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/6988311663697946092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=6988311663697946092&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/6988311663697946092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/6988311663697946092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/07/2.html' title='#2'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SnELDMYzG1I/AAAAAAAAA40/eHWHlx6Ohtg/s72-c/cartoon14.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-5773732558704723721</id><published>2009-07-21T08:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T08:46:47.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;While doing my ritual blog-hoping I stumbled a blog that has this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGp85s9oi3k"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; on her playlist. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If my memory serves me right this song was popular back in 1997/98. I was studying at PPP/ITM back then. Somehow this song brought back memories. Hhhhmmmm....Listening back to this song after more than 10 years, I couldn't get enough. Been listening to it since yesterday. Apakah? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"All Cried Out" &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Allure]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All alone on a Sunday morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outside I see the rain is falling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside I'm slowly dying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; But the rain will hide my crying, crying, crying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you know my tears will burn the pillow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Set this place on fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; 'Cause I'm tired of your lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I needed was a simple "Hello"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the traffic was so noisy that you could not hear me cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I) I gave you my love in vain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My body never knew such pleasure, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart never knew such pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(And you) You leave me so confused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm all cried out, over you. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[112]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cryin' over you, yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never wanted to see things your way,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had to go astray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For why was I such a fool (Why was I such a fool)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I see that the grass is greener&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it too late for me to find my way home,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could I be so wrong? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Allure]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leaving me all alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you know my tears will cause an inferno&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romance up in flames,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why should I take the blame?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were the one who left me neglected (I'm so sorry baby)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apology not accepted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Add me to the broken hearts you've collected&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I) I gave you all of me (Gave you all of me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How was I to know,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You would weaken so easily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I) I don't know what to do (I don't know what to do)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm all cried out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(All cried out)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I) I gave you my love in vain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My body never knew such pleasure,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart never knew such pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[112]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You left me so confused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Allure]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm all cried out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm all cried out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s:  if you're all cried out...then what do you?just walk away?is that the best remedy?or should you stay and work it out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-5773732558704723721?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/5773732558704723721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=5773732558704723721&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/5773732558704723721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/5773732558704723721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/07/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing?'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-6773698547030090121</id><published>2009-07-20T09:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:30:17.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lethargic Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;......my whole body is aching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;......for some reason im short of breath and find it difficult to breathe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.....i feel so tired....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;......my back is killing me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.....been having sleepless nights...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i can't wait to see Dr M.A this Saturday....huhuhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-6773698547030090121?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/6773698547030090121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=6773698547030090121&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/6773698547030090121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/6773698547030090121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/07/lethargic-me.html' title='The Lethargic Me'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-4920537967803674537</id><published>2009-07-16T09:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:19:09.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Ramblings?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I started my day by dropping by at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wittyareya.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Anis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;'s blog and read her entry on H1N1 and her worries. I can't agree more. It got me all worried. Not that I am not presently dead worried, now I'm terrified, worried sick. And I heard in the radio this morning on my way to work that the number of local contracted cases has increased here in our country. How I wish I could just take leave and stay at home with Haziq. Making Haziq wear mask and gloves is so tempting now but obviously not practical let alone illogical. I know that Kak Ani, Haziq care-taker practices good hygiene but what worry me most is the other kids. Gosh, am trying really hard not to be judgemental here, so I shall not deliberate any further on this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And then I went on with my daily dosage and came across this disturbing article. Read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/articles/svde/Article/index_html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;. She said she was under pressure because her daughter had skipped school and her husband just filed for a divorce. Sigh. What's becoming of this world of ours, I sometimes wonder.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Not long after, I received an email from a friend. I feel I should share the contect of it here. Whether it's true or not, Wallahualam.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subject: MIKAEEL (MURDER) CONSPIRACY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Jackson (MJ) was known as the most loving person in the world. He gave up most of his assets for charity and all his life, he fought for equality of the African Americans, AIDS victims, Against Drug Abuse, Against Abortion, Against Child Labor and secretly channelled his properties for the hungry children of the world. However, he wasn't peace at heart. He always think of himself as a child trapped inside a man's body. Being Peter Pan is all his dream, never to grow up, forever a child. That inspires him to build Neverland - a heaven for children. Children of all ages and races are welcomed to Neverland. MJ had so much love to give. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;However, he made a mistake which he didn't know of the consequences. He saw the peaceful life his brother, Jermaine (Muhammad Abdul Aziz) had as a Muslim - true, Jermaine faced so much pressure that he moved to Bahrain. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;In 1989, MJ made a press conference which shocked the world, "I have seen the Islam in the life of my brother, I have read the books about Islam. And I'd love to someday feel the calmness and peace of Islam...." &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Since that, MJ's life was never the same again.He was accused of so many accusations against child molestation. MJ was not someone who can deal with much pressure as he is a 'delicate child'. All the extortion and black mail followed after that. Everything he did was being seen as wrong in the eyes of the Media. All these are to influence his fans to hate MJ. If he is hated, then he would not be influencial anymore. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;For several years, he stayed in England. Getting motivation from a long time friend, Cat Stevens, who had converted into Islam - named Yusuf Islam. From him, MJ learnt how Yusuf had survived being Muslim. He made friends with a song writer, Zain Bhikha too, who wrote a song titled, "GIVE THANKS TO ALLAH", which he wanted MJ to sing whenever he is ready. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Following his trial, MJ withdrew to Bahrain, where he was the special guest of sheik Abdullah bin Hamad Al Khalifa, the son of Bahrain’s king. It was then that Michael began to give conversion more “serious thought.”MJ stayed in Bahrain for approximately 3 years. He studied Islam, the prayers and learn to read the Koran (al-Quran). &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Finally, he came back to Los Angeles and in November 2008 MJ had formally converted to Islam in a ceremony at a close friend’s house in Los Angeles.He perform Haj with the King of Bahrain and son on December 2008. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;He had a hidden agenda when he wanted to make a final comeback. He annouced in a press conference on March 2009, "This will be my final concert. I'll see you all in July...." &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;He planned that during his concert, he would announce that this is the FINAL concert as he wouldn't be performing anymore. He will declare that he is a Muslim and will only sing with Yusuf Islam and Friends.At the end of the concert, he will be singing the song, "GIVE THANKS TO ALLAH" with Yusuf Islam. That is the reason why he chose London as his final concert venue instead of the USA. It was because he thought he could escape the USA's extortion, and that he could perform with yusuf Islam who is in England. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;At 12.30am, 25th June 2009, he hugged his production manager and said, "After reherasing for 2 months, I am finally ready for the concert..."Before leaving to sleep, he waved his dancers, "It was a good night everyone. I'll see you all tomorrow..."The next thing... He was pronouced dead at 2.26am.... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;When 911 was called, there are so much questions asked. It is as if they didn't know who MJ is and where he lived. The questions asked are more towards to delay time.The hospital said the autopsy result can only be obtained after 2 months - very illogical as even the worst African technology could obtain the result in less than 2 weeks. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;MJ's family members opt for second private autopsy as they started to feel something fishy is going on. The result came out in about 4 days - MJ was drugged with high dosage of anaesthetic - drug that brings about a reversible loss of consciousness, if used to much could stop the heart from beating. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Another result which was not aired in the media was, MJ's stomach is empty of this drug, but his blood were filled with it - same case as the death of Marilyn Monroe.The private doctors also found many needle marks, afraid to be forced injections given to MJ on his bed. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;In CNN Live after a week, Barack Obama was interviewed. And he said, "I love MJ, I grew up listening to his songs. It is a great loss, but rest assured that there is no conspiracy in his death..."Now, why must a President made such statement before the official autopsy result came out? How would he know that there is no conspiracy without the post-mortem result? Seems like someone is afraid of his shadows. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;MJ was known to the world as a person who is against drug abuse. Why must he be addicted to drug, then? If he wanted to commit suicide, why rehearse for his concert? And why will he want to see his dancers the next day? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Enough about his death. I am sure people around the world is not stupid anymore. These supreme power can fool us during the Marilyn Monroe conspiracy, Martin Luther King and Princess Diana. But in this MJ's case, they left too many loopholes for those who think...!! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;MJ left us with this unfinished studio-recorded song, GIVE THANKS TO ALLAH. You can download this song here: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filefactory.com/file/ahb80ff/n/Micheal_Jackson_-_Give_Thanks_To_Allah_mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.filefactory.com/file/ahb80ff/n/Micheal_Jackson_-_Give_Thanks_To_Allah_mp3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MJ's family was about to give him a Muslim burial with the help of The Brotherhood of Islam. But, the CIA showed up at Neverland's door - blackmailed them that if they do so publicly, Katherine (MJ's mother) would be pull off from MJ's 3 children's custody as well as MJ's estates. Instead, they'll hire Debbie Rowe for the purpose, and the court will be in their favour. So much for democracy and fairness... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Finally, they agreed to let MJ have a Muslim Burial in Neverland. But in condition, must show to the public a Christian Memorial Service, as to prove to the world that MJ was never a Muslim. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, Staples Centre was just a normal show. That's why the coffin was closed and sealed. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;MJ was buried days earlier. The Gold Coffin was empty. They were about to bury the Coffin according to Christianity ways in Hollywood - as in their deal with the USA Government. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;These happened, because the USA is afraid of the rising numbers of Muslims in the world. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sheikh Ha**d)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Brotherhood of Islam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buletin of Bahrain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And it's not even noon yet. Anticipating a long day ahead people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-4920537967803674537?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/4920537967803674537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=4920537967803674537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4920537967803674537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4920537967803674537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-started-my-day-by-dropping-by-at-anis.html' title='Morning Ramblings?'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-7899413384265614293</id><published>2009-07-14T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:42:03.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasure Reading Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Below is an interesting article wrote by Dr. Bakri Musa which I feel must be read by all of us. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Chaining The Children of the Poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bakrimusa.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;M. Bakri Musa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bakrimusa.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The ancient Chinese bound the feet of their baby daughters so they would grow up with deformed tiny feet, thus limiting their mobility and participation in life outside the little world of their homes. These women would then be totally dependent on their men.&lt;br /&gt;In rescinding the policy of teaching science and mathematics in English, the government is likewise binding the intellectual development of our children. They and future generations of Malaysians would grow up with warped intellect. They would then be totally dependent on the government, just as ancient Chinese women with tiny feet were on their men.&lt;br /&gt;My friend and fellow commentator Azly Rahman has a more apt and colorful local metaphor; we are condemning future generations to the Pekan Rabu economy, capable only of selling pirated versions of Michael Jackson albums. That would be the extent of their entrepreneurial prowess and creative flair. They are only subsistence entrepreneurs and ‘copy cat’ creators.&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake about it. The government’s professed concerns for the poor and those from rural areas notwithstanding, reversing the current policy would adversely and disproportionately impact them. The rich and those in the cities have a ready escape; the rich through private English classes, urban children from the already high levels of English in their community.&lt;br /&gt;The most disadvantaged will be the poor kampong kids. That means Malay children. Thus we have the supreme irony if not perversity of the champions of Ketuanan Melayu actively pursuing a policy that would ensure Malay children be perpetually trapped economically and intellectually. I thank Allah that I grew up at a time when the likes of Muhyyuddin were not in charge of our education system. Otherwise I would have been trapped in my kampong.&lt;br /&gt;The idiocy of the new move is best illustrated by this one startling example. In 2012 when the new plan will be implemented, students in Form IV will be taught science and mathematics in Malay, after learning the two subjects in English for the past nine years. Then two years later when they will be entering Sixth Form or the Matriculation stream, they will again have to revert to English.&lt;br /&gt;Pupils in the vernacular schools would have it worse. They would learn the two subjects in their mother tongue during their primary school years, then switch to Malay for the next five while in secondary school, and then switch again, this time to English, in Sixth Form and university!&lt;br /&gt;Had these policymakers done their homework and diligent downstream analysis, such idiocies would not crop up. Then again this is what we would expect from our civil servants. They have been brought up with their minds bound up; they cannot think. They have depended on others to do the thinking for them.&lt;br /&gt;Najib Razak’s flip-flopping on this major national issue eerily reminds me of similar indecisiveness and lack of resolve of his immediate predecessor, Abdullah Badawi. No wonder he supports Najib in this policy shift. Najib should not take comfort in that, unless he expects a similar fate as Abdullah’s. Abdullah was kicked out by his party; with Najib, it would be the voters who would be kicking him out. Public sentiments are definitely against this policy switch.&lt;br /&gt;Failure of Policy Versus Failure of Implementation&lt;br /&gt;The cabinet reversed course because it deemed the policy did not produce the desired results. However, in arriving at this pivotal decision the cabinet failed to address the fundamental question on whether the original policy was flawed or its implementation ineffective.&lt;br /&gt;It just assumed the policy to be flawed. Muhyyuddin and his senior officers relied heavily on the 2005 UNESCO Report which suggests that “‘mother tongue first’ bilingual education” may (my emphasis) be the solution to the dilemma of members of minority linguistic groups in acquiring knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;Muhyyuddin and his advisers seriously misread the Report. It was concerned primarily with the dilemma at the societal level of members of a linguistic minority having to learn the language of the majority (“national language”) versus the need to maintain linguistic diversity generally and minority languages specifically. UNESCO was rightly concerned with the rapid disappearance of languages spoken by small minority groups. The report was not addressing specifically the learning of science and mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;Malay language is not at risk of disappearing; it is the native tongue of literally hundreds of millions. To extrapolate the UNESCO recommendations for Malay language is a gross oversimplification and misreading of the report.&lt;br /&gt;The UNESCO Report does not address the issue of when and how best to introduce children to bilingual education. Later studies that focused specifically on the pedagogical and psychological aspects instead of the sociological and political have shown that children are quite capable of learning multiple languages at the same time. Even more remarkable is that the earlier they are exposed to a second language the more facile they would be with that language. They would also learn that second language much faster; hence second language even at preschool.&lt;br /&gt;The acquisition of bilingual ability at an early age confers other significant cognitive advantages. These have been documented by clinical studies with functional MRIs (imaging studies of the brain). Malaysia should learn from these more modern studies and the experiences of more advanced societies, not from the UNESCO studies of backward tribes of Asia.&lt;br /&gt;The other basis for the cabinet’s decision was ‘research’ by local half-baked and politically-oriented pseudo academics. They should be embarrassed to append their names to such a sophomoric paper. The quality is such that it will never appear in reputable journals. As for the Ministry’s own internal ‘researchers,’ remember that they came out within months of the policy’s introduction in 2003 documenting the ‘impressive’ improvements in students’ achievements!&lt;br /&gt;The one major entity that would be severely impacted by the cabinet’s decision is our universities. Yet our Vice-Chancellors have remained quiet and detached in this important national debate. They have not advised the cabinet nor lead the public discussions. Again that reflects the caliber of leadership of our major institutions.&lt;br /&gt;Had the cabinet decided that the policy was essentially sound but that the flaws were with its implementations, then measures other than rescinding it would be the appropriate response. This would include recruiting and training more English-speaking teachers and devoting more hours to the subject.&lt;br /&gt;What surprised me is that when Mahathir introduced the policy in 2003, he was supported by his cabinet that included Najib, Muhyyuddin, Hishamuddin, and over a dozen of current ministers who now collectively voted to reverse the policy. Likewise, the policy was fully endorsed too by UMNO’s Supreme Council then. Like the cabinet, many of those earlier members are still in that body today. Yet today the Council also voted to disband the policy. Muhyyuddin, Hishamuddin and the others have yet to share with us why they changed their minds. The conditions that prompted the introduction of the policy back then are still present today. This reversal will do not change that.&lt;br /&gt;Najib, Muhyyuddin and Hishamuddin are “lallang leaders,” they bend with the slightest wind change. Unlike Margaret Thatcher’s famed resolve of “This lady is not for turning,” with Najib, Muhyyuddin, et al., all you have to do to make them undertake a U turn would be to blow slightly in their faces. Blow a bit harder and they would scoot off with their tails between their legs. These leaders will never lead us forward.&lt;br /&gt;This reversal will not solve the widening achievement gap between urban and rural students. The cabinet has yet to put forth new ideas on ameliorating that problem. So, just as ancient Chinese women were physically handicapped because of their bound feet, rural or more specifically Malay children will continue to be intellectually handicapped by their warped and small minds, the consequence of this policy shift. Perhaps that is the real objective of this policy reversal, the shackling of the intellectual development of our young so they will forever be dependent on their ‘leaders.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s:how i wish the govt would have opted the other direction.Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-7899413384265614293?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/7899413384265614293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=7899413384265614293&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7899413384265614293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7899413384265614293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/07/pleasure-reading-anyone.html' title='Pleasure Reading Anyone?'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-8444886178853927931</id><published>2009-07-13T08:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:19:11.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Monday Already???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;...and I feel like rambling.....bear with me aite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.....24 hours is just not enough for me...period.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.....2 days weekend is definitely not enough for me...period.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.....i am so tired. it has been a tiring 4 fulfilling days. will more blog more it later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....haziq turns 29 months today...will blog about it later too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....i am currently struggling to keep my eyes open....sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....im broke...broke...broke....but happy...happy...happy... ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....am counting all my blessings...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....is mrs sniffles this morning...hope it will go away soon..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.....is thinking deep...weighing all aspects...and soon will make the decision....haiihhh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....wants to go back to Ipoh end of the month...hopefully..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.....is lazy to work today...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.....wish that December is just around the corner....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.....again...can't wait for December to come...it's gonna be a whole new chapter ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.....is missing some people...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357747766420056242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SlqLNP2cKLI/AAAAAAAAA4k/b8CCesCv4iw/s400/too_tired2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cute right...hehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Toodles peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-8444886178853927931?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/8444886178853927931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=8444886178853927931&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/8444886178853927931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/8444886178853927931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-monday-already.html' title='It&apos;s Monday Already???'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SlqLNP2cKLI/AAAAAAAAA4k/b8CCesCv4iw/s72-c/too_tired2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-5124331429802099676</id><published>2009-07-08T15:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:21:01.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/7/8/nation/20090708144354&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Truly disappointed. Huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-5124331429802099676?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/5124331429802099676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=5124331429802099676&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/5124331429802099676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/5124331429802099676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/07/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed!'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-7837107731380822136</id><published>2009-07-08T14:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:40:08.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kekenyangan???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sebentar tadi saya makan tengahari bersama rakan baik saya Suvani. Kami bertemu di Bangkok Express, The Weld. Dah lama saya tak jumpe rakan saya ini. Jummat ini dia nak berangkat dah. Menci betul la. Tapi tadi sempat la bergossip sikit2. Sikit2 jer tak banyak sebab saya lapar tahap dewa tadi hehehe. Sekarang seperti ular sawa yang baru menelan seekor anak rusa?? lebih kurang la. Kenyangnya ooo Tuhan syukur Alhamdullilah. Suvani belikan saya fridge magnet dari Afrika Selatan. Saya suka ;) Tak sabar nak balik dan letakkan magnet itu di peti sejuk (LOL!) saya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Esok dan Jumaat saya cuti. Tak sabar. Tapi saya bercuti bukan nak bersuka ria sebaliknya saya ada 1001 benda yang hendak dibuat. Tuhan, berilah saya kekuatan untuk melaksanakan semua tugasan2 itu. Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ok la...sampai disini sahaja coretan saya di dalam bahasa ibunda saya. Penat. Harap faham. Ohhh...saya rindukan si bam bam saya la. Tak sabar nak balik pukul 4.30 karang. Saya nak tergolek dengan dia macam gambar di bawah. Pasti menyeronokkan kan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355974438226884962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SlQ-X9iV-WI/AAAAAAAAA4c/3V8bcu8JPP4/s400/sleep06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: eh i think this time around my entry in BM has improved kan...kan... ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-7837107731380822136?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/7837107731380822136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=7837107731380822136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7837107731380822136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7837107731380822136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/07/kekenyangan.html' title='Kekenyangan???'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SlQ-X9iV-WI/AAAAAAAAA4c/3V8bcu8JPP4/s72-c/sleep06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-1858340223473715358</id><published>2009-07-07T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:56:15.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Transformers...Haziq....Life....This and That....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A quite lengthy post ahead I must say, just bear with me yaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Last Monday Hubster and I took leave to go on a short date. Teeeheee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;I so badly wanted to watch Transformers so Hubby suggested we take one day leave to watch. I agreed although I was half-hearted and felt guilty leaving Haziq at his caretaker's place while we go huhu-haha without him. But smart Hubster said "takpe la..bukannyer selalu pun" , which is 100% true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;We watched the 11 a.m show (haha poyo kan tgk movie that early) and boy....I enjoyed the movie tremendously alright. For 2 and half hours I was like a child overly excited holding to the chair and yet trying to stay calm watching every single scene in the movie. I tried to absorb every single detail of the movie so that it will stay fresh in my mind. My chilhood hero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande"&gt;Prime...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;sigh...is one dashing robot I tell ya. Ooo..and his voice....hhhhmmm. boleh tak jatuh chenta sama robot? Bumblebee was cute. Personally, I like this one compared to the first one. Although I feel Megan Fox is super duper hot but...hhhhhmmm....never mind laa. I feel like watching it again but then I don't want to leave Haziq again so will prolly wait for the DVD then ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355521777974254898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SlKirqsGHTI/AAAAAAAAA4E/Y058pD5U19Y/s400/Optimus_Prime_-_Transformers_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;macho ke tak niii???tell me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;After the movie, we had our lunch and headed straight home. In order not to feel too guilty, I brought Haziq to the pool for him to play with water to his hearts' content hehehe. Haziq so much fun that it took me quite sometime to get him out of the pool. Adehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Talking about my Haziq, last Friday Haziq was down with high fever. He started to become Mr Sniffles on Wednesday and a slight temperature, so we brought him to see his Paed. It's been awhile since we last brought him there. If I'm not mistaken the last visit was in April. Haziq's throat was already red and he was slightly wheezing. Dr Ong gave him the medicine that he needed including antibiotic. The next day he was better but then again all the kids at his caretaker's place were down with cough and flu, yup. I was so worried. Come Friday evening his temperature shot up to 39C and it won't come down at all even after I wiped him with wet cloth. Hubster and I decided to bring him to the hospital pronto. Doctor had to give him that 'bullet' thingy to be inserted into his ehem..ehem to bring down the temperature and assured us it's his tonsil that is causing the fever. Nothing to worry. Phheewwww. That night his temperature was back to normal, he could sleep but once in awhile his throat irritated and he coughed and vommited. The only good thing about that is all his phlegm comes out too, so less wheezing. Sleepless Haziq would also mean sleepless Ibu. Haaaihhhh....Today his fever has subsided totally, his cough is still there but getting better. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;3) On a happier note, today is Hubster's 31st birthday. Happy Birthday Dear. Hope you will enjoy the small-do that I've planned. Nothing fancy. Thought we should just celebrate your big day at home just the 3 of us since Haziq is still coughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SlNLHIA2khI/AAAAAAAAA4M/xzy0ni1ng-I/s1600-h/IMG_1636%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355706967655879186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SlNLHIA2khI/AAAAAAAAA4M/xzy0ni1ng-I/s320/IMG_1636%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;cuppies for Hubster thanks to Olyn a.k.a Aunty Oyin according to Haziq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SlNNXUr9c3I/AAAAAAAAA4U/zEY7kY9Zg7M/s1600-h/IMG_1643%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355709444959073138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SlNNXUr9c3I/AAAAAAAAA4U/zEY7kY9Zg7M/s320/IMG_1643%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;gedik tak dua beranak ini?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(pls excuse the mess you see at the background yee..my 'bibik' mode is off for the time being hehhe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;4) I haven't been blogging much on Haziq lately and I missed most of his mont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;hly updates. My bad. Sometimes it's just too hard to keep up with his development and not to forget his cheekiness a.k.a loyar buruk. Hmmmpphhh. Will do that on a separate entry la. After all this blog is originally dedicated to Haziq hehehe. Actually I've created my own space so that I write about my ramblings and dedicate this blog only on Haziq and motherhood but....I have yet to write an entry hehe. Time management people, it's all about how you manage time ain't it. Most of the time I blame myself for not having enough time to blog. But then again a friend pointed out that everybody has 24 hours not more not less, so if others can why can't I. True indeed. So...so..so....I will have to try harder to manage my time and do it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;5) I now have to drive myself to work...booohooo. Gone the days when I can take a short nap while we go through the SMART Tunnel. Hubster started work at a new place in July and it's far from my office. Now we have to go separately...sigh. I hate driving to work, the only thing that I like with this new arrangement is that the earlier I get to the office, the earlier I get to go home. So now, I reach my office before 7.30a.m, leave the office at 4.30pm and be at home with Haziq by 5ish....bliss :) .This is one of the many reasons why I love my current employer. The flexible hours here really suits our arrangement. Let's just hope I'll be here a long time eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;6) I'm tired la. Tired of keeping mum when something is bothering me, when my heart is hurt. Sometimes I'm confused too. Keeping mum when I'm hurt turns out to be a wrong thing to do. The table has be turned now it looks as though as I'm the one with big ego. What gives??? Confusing??Well, join the club hahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Okay enough for now, I'll continue some other time aite. Take care peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;zai&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-1858340223473715358?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/1858340223473715358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=1858340223473715358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/1858340223473715358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/1858340223473715358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-transformershaziqlifethis-and-that.html' title='Of Transformers...Haziq....Life....This and That....'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SlKirqsGHTI/AAAAAAAAA4E/Y058pD5U19Y/s72-c/Optimus_Prime_-_Transformers_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-8582820703922655719</id><published>2009-07-02T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T08:12:10.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A While</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;....since I last blog.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've blogged numerous time in my mind but failed to transfer them to the blog. Plain lazy I guess. Typical excuse huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will try blog more after this. Got news to share, pictures to share.....aarrgghhh I need more time.Period! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Toodles ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-8582820703922655719?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/8582820703922655719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=8582820703922655719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/8582820703922655719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/8582820703922655719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been A While'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-5315228504047531166</id><published>2009-06-19T13:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:01:46.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would You Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When things are not going the way you wanted it to go, what do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You bravely face the situation?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You run and hide in your room?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You run to your friends and pour your hearts out?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You keep it to yourself and try to find a solution?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go to your family?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You cry yourself to sleep?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You blog?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Toodles peeps :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-5315228504047531166?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/5315228504047531166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=5315228504047531166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/5315228504047531166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/5315228504047531166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-things-are-not-going-way-you.html' title='What Would You Do?'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-2991586015680179246</id><published>2009-06-19T09:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:50:12.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anak Ayah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was on MC yesterday. I felt dizzy and light-headed so decided to stay at home with the little one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were cuddling and tergolek-ing in front of the idiot box when I suddenly asked him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me : Haziq, awak anak sape?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haziq: Anak Ayah (nonchalantly while watching Little Einstein)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Ha???Not anak Ibu too???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haziq : Shook his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Determined not to give up on this I asked again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Haziq anak Ibu too kan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haziq: Again he shook his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Ok.fine...next time nak milk ask Ayah to make for you ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haziq: Shook his head again "No, Ibu wat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: ????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No matter how hard/firm Hubby can sometimes  be on him, he still adores his Ayah. Hhhhmmppphhh. Tak aci nihhh. Ibu jealous. But I do like to see both of them together. How Haziq look up to his Ayah, how he wakes his Ayah up in the morning, it's cute I tell ya, How he ask for his Ayah when Hubby is at work. I love the father-son bond they're having. It can surely make me smile :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-2991586015680179246?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/2991586015680179246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=2991586015680179246&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/2991586015680179246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/2991586015680179246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/06/anak-ayah.html' title='Anak Ayah...'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-2356890777353916741</id><published>2009-06-02T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:43:58.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooooppsss..she did it again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yup...she did it again alright. She successfully 'kecikkan hati' her friend ini, intentionally or unintentionally...Wallahualam. Plus I dont think I want to know. This is not the first time and everytime she will have a 'concrete' excuse to back her up. I'm tired of her excuses and also I'm tired of others trying to find excuse for her. You know...trying to make things better, trying to calm me down. That kinda thing. For example...alaa...zai...u know la...she mmg like that...biarkan jer la. You know her la. Or....maybe she forgot ker....or maybe she thought...etc...etc....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enough said. Saya dah malas. Apa nak jadi selepas ini, jadilah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-2356890777353916741?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/2356890777353916741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=2356890777353916741&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/2356890777353916741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/2356890777353916741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/06/ooooppsssshe-did-it-again.html' title='Ooooppsss..she did it again'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-2555251680745060641</id><published>2009-05-26T09:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:17:41.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma....Grandma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My mom came over last weekend to spend time with her only daughter and her favorite only cucu (so far la). When Mama is around it could only mean one thing. Zai = total rest + being pampered, Haziq = gets all the attention from Grandma which also means Ibu gets to tergolek doing nothing = BLISS.....Yeah...I'm very manja with Mama... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday when Mama had to go back, we dropped Haziq at his care taker's place first. Haziq was reluctant to let go of him Grandma's hand. At the door, he was almost close to tears calling our for his Grandma...sob...sob...but later that evening when we picked him up he was again his jolly self. In the car he asked again "Ibu, maner Grandma?" I said "Grandma dh balik sayang but in two weeks time Grandma datang lagi ok" "Ayaaaaa......" was his reply. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That night...early morning to be precise, Haziq woke up calling out "Maaaaa....." I lay down beside him and asked him what's wrong. "Grandma maner Ibu??? Again I explained to him but this time he cried and asked for his milk. He cried himself to sleep without drinking his milk. Dear God...poor boy. He woke up again at 6 ish all smiley and we even played around in bed. Haziq made funny sounds in his attempt to make me laugh. Cute. And then suddenly he asked "Maner Grandma ni aaa???" Aisehhh...managed to distract him when suddenly he heard sounds of water gushing down the pipes in the bathroom, so he thought his Grandma was inside the bathroom. He took my hand "Ibu...jom" asked me to accompany him to the bathroom. I opened the door for him. "See...Grandma takde" The frustrated look on his face was enough to make me feel so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I told Mama this morning at work. I can sense Mama is sad as well. Both of them have bonded so well. Mama adores Haziq soooo much. She said she feels like taking Haziq back to Ipoh with her. Hehehe....Aiyaakk...don't la. Nanti Zai yang malam2 cannot sleep rindukan Haziq pulak.... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wonder whether later today at home Haziq will ask again his Grandma. It's amazing. During Mama's last visit, Haziq was not like this after Mama went back. He's become so attached to his Grandma that he misses her this time around. I think that's adorable although a bit sad. It just show how Haziq has grown. He now know the feeling of missing someone....ooowwwhhhh....my baby is big boy now...sob...sob...It's ok baby...in two weeks time we're gonna meet Grandma and Grandpa and spend some time in Ipoh....wooottt....wwooottt....Ibu can't wait too.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339993365947635858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/Sht3rIBAWJI/AAAAAAAAA3k/adAUiiLrfjk/s320/IMG_1116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Haziq with Grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-2555251680745060641?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/2555251680745060641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=2555251680745060641&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/2555251680745060641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/2555251680745060641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/05/grandmagrandma.html' title='Grandma....Grandma...'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/Sht3rIBAWJI/AAAAAAAAA3k/adAUiiLrfjk/s72-c/IMG_1116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-6640274194448813699</id><published>2009-05-20T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:05:26.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Tired....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.......really tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I long for a break to relax and unwind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Exhausted.....all I wanna do after a long day at the office is just to lie down and sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Need to find my inner strength....need to be strong. Need to be patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-6640274194448813699?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/6640274194448813699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=6640274194448813699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/6640274194448813699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/6640274194448813699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m Tired....'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-6206445695287447599</id><published>2009-05-13T14:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:52:03.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coretan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hari ini saya rase seperti mahu menulis di dalam bahasa ibunda saya. mari kita mulakan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sedang saya menaip nukilan saya ini, di luar sana hujan sangat lebat sekali. Alhamdulillah...setelah agak sekian lama tiada hujan turun, hari ini jalan raja chulan amat basah sekali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;alamak...tibe2 saya rasa lapar pula tapi tak ada apa nak makan. mungkn saya patut melawat pantry (cakap melayu ape?) untuk melihat sama ada ada ke tidak biskut atau apa2 saja yang boleh saya makan. sebentar...saya akan kembali.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;saya sudah kembali.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;badan saya sakit2 ni. tak pasti mengapa. mungkin kurang senaman agaknya. saya dah lama tk mengunjungi spa untuk sessi urut. bila agaknya nak pergi ek? sapa nak teman saya pergi? marilah...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pernah tak korang bermimpi sesuatu yang indah...tapi belum sempat mimpi itu habis korang digannggu???pernah kan. ia terjadi kepada saya semalam. kecewa saya. saya sedang bermimpikan sesuat yang sangat ler menguja kan saya (tak perlu la saya cerita panjang2 ya) tiba2 saya terdengar suara budak menangis sambil memanggil Ibu....oooo tidak. rupanya haziq terbangun dari tidurnya dan mahukna saya membuat susu untuk dia....waaaaa...selepas itu saya cuba untuk sambung tidur kembali dengan harapan setinggi langit mimpi tadi akan bersambung...tapi apakan daya. mimpi hanya tinggal mimpi. mungkin kah malam ini saya akan mendapat tahu kesudahan mimpi saya semalam. kita tunggu saja lah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;baik lah, saya sampai di sini sahaja coretan saya. penat la tulis dalam bahasa melayu. asyik salah taip jer. tak tau la kenapa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-6206445695287447599?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/6206445695287447599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=6206445695287447599&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/6206445695287447599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/6206445695287447599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/05/coretan.html' title='coretan?'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-963352649139388609</id><published>2009-05-11T13:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:13:36.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist Saya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are a few things that i would like to have for myself....not for hubby...not for haziq...but for myself..... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I won't buy them in the nearest future but what the heck...it doesn't hurt to wish and dream one day I will get it right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's what I want:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a camera bag. i haven't decided whether it should be a backpack or a sling bag but if i could have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/http//shashinki.com/shop/crumpler-million-dollar-home-shoulder-camera-brownoatmealpale-olive-p-598.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/http//shashinki.com/shop/crumpler-million-dollar-home-shoulder-camera-blackgun-metaloatmeal-p-492.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/http//shashinki.com/shop/kata-d3n110-small-sling-backpack-p-1650.html?manufacturers_id=78"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; i'd be very very happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a new lens. i would love to have that 70-200mm f2.8 and 50mm f1.4 but...but....i can't afford it waaaaa...so if i could have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/http//shashinki.com/shop/sigma-70300mm-f456-macro-zoom-telephoto-autofocus-lens-with-builtin-motor-nikon-suitable-nikon-dslrs-including-p-829.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, i'm one happy amature photographer :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i need an external flash too. i've been surveying and i think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/http//www.nikon.com.my/productitem.php?pid=59-40cf8d7a23"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; should do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i need a new laptop...been 'tumpanging' hubby's lappy huhuhu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i also need a bigger paycheck wakakak....to sustain this expensive hobby dangggg.... ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334458105715372130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SgfNYkxeMGI/AAAAAAAAA3c/YJcOGGclE_Y/s400/photographer.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hopefully i won't be like this la in the future hahah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok..that's all for now. i'm crossing my fingers and toes hoping i'll get one of the item in my list soon hehehe....thank you all for reading to my Monday afternoon crap ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;roger and out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-963352649139388609?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/963352649139388609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=963352649139388609&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/963352649139388609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/963352649139388609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/05/wishlist-saya.html' title='Wishlist Saya'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SgfNYkxeMGI/AAAAAAAAA3c/YJcOGGclE_Y/s72-c/photographer.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-7227481033031626482</id><published>2009-05-07T09:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:56:40.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Funny.........????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is funny don't you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God works in the most funny ways sometimes. How he plans for you and your family, your friends, your career. You may not understand why things are the way He planned it but you have to accept and know that it's always the best for you although most of the time it's not easy. You may not feel that it is what you want but God gives you what you need and deserve. You can only plan, work hard for whatver you plan and leave the rest to the Almighty, yes? no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lot of things have happened around me these last few weeks. Family wise, health wise, among my friends. Sigh.....I constantly remind myself to be strong. Be patient. Be brave. Be humble. Be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel sad when my bestfriends are sad. I feel hopeless too. I was chatting with Nique yestesday and she said something like this"Why can't all of us are happy at the same time???" I guess as we grow older, we start to take our own separate path in lives, we meet different people, encounter with different problems, we're no longer that innocent person we were back from those Uni days. Life gets harder and complicated as we embark on this journey to be sucsessful, to have it all. And it's true what they say....most of the time...you just can't have it all. You just can't. I don't know. Maybe it's just the way life is. Life is funny didn't I tell ya??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life sucks!!! I used to say that a lot during my younger days. Back then I didn't know how to count my blessings I guess. Maybe because there weren't any. Subhanallah. May God forgive me. Life was hard. Life is still hard till today but Alhamdulillah so far we've managed. Make the best of everything that we have.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But how do you tell someone dear to you, whose heart has been broken into a million pieces that everything is going to be okay, that she will one day move on, that she deserves better than that, that she has to be strong.....how???how???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How to tell her that she will find someone better one day when she already has her future planned with the guy???when she is utmost happy when she was with him???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seeing her cry broke my heart. It did. I couldn't really sleep that night after I met her. I knew exactly how she's  feeling. It feels as though someone has ripped your heart out into pieces and you can feel the emptiness inside you and all you wanna do is curl yourself in bed and cry yourself to sleep. No?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sigh.....I wish I could do more for her. I wish I could make all this disappear for her so that she need not suffer. But I can't. I can only be there for her to listen to her......to make sure she knows that we're always here for her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please...please....give my friend the strength to face all this. I know you've planned something good for her in the end, I know. But please...please.....make her stronger, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank You.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And to you my dear friend, I know it's easier said than done but I really believe you can get through this. I know you can. Just remember we are here for you anytime you need us,okay? And we love you lots..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-7227481033031626482?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/7227481033031626482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=7227481033031626482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7227481033031626482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7227481033031626482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-funny.html' title='Life Is Funny.........????'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-4491550331043875746</id><published>2009-04-16T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:45:01.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Random Babblings.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just felt like scribbling something here although there is nothing much I want to share. Just some random thoughts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.........this morning I literally had to drag myself to work. On Monday I was on EL taking care of my sick baby. He's a lot better this morning but the 'stupid' cough just refuse to go away, and somehow now he has running nose. Poor fella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.......i think im beginning to like my voice now....put aside the sore throat, flu and cough.....you get zai with a husky sexy voice hahaha. Seriously. tak caya...cepat give me a call ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.......i think i need a second job....hahaha.....moving into the new abode is really squeezing us financially...cash is flowing out like the waterfall...huhuhu...so...anyone knows a part time job that can pay me say about RM50 an hour, do let me know ok ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;........ooooppsss...sudden mental block....dont know what to write....will continue later. i'll save this draft first ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.......it's already Thursday....yeeayyyy tomorrow it will be Friday. I can't wait for the weekend to come. I need some rest. This flu and cough are bugging me and slowing me down. I'm just sooo tired I can think of nothing but to place my head on the pillow and sleep. But wait.....I can't really rest. I still need to sew the bottom part of the curtain i just bought for our room. Finished two pieces last nite. Goshhh....it's been awhile since I 'menyembat' something. Hahaha.....Sewing something always reminds me of myself when i was younger. i always like to see what my mom is sewing. Be it baju kurung, cushion cover, curtain....and then i will try to make them myself. But till today i still haven't mstered the art of sewing my own baju kurung. it's not that hard actually but i'm just too malas la. My favorite would be doing embroidery. My mom used to make her own cushion cover complete with flowers embroideries on them. While I like the emboirdery part I loathe the part where you turn your masterpiece into something. That's why I have lots of completed embroideries at mom's place but never continue to sew them into cushion cover or what not. MALAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.......lately been thinking of having 2 separate blogs. One for me to write on Haziq's antics, another for myself. I also thought I should set up my own photo-blog. Ambitious???Absolutely right. I laughed at myself about this. but still I'm considering. Haha. We'll see how things go in a month or two. I'm not surprised at the end of the day, instead of maintaining two or three separate blogs...i end up closing this blog. Sigh....zai....zai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;............eh...did you guys watched Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader last nite? I managed to watch while doing my 'sewing' and I was surprised to see the second contestant...yeah that girl. She didn't even know how to spell VOWEL when asked how many consonants are there in that word. Oooo come on....the host (can't remember his name) literally humiliated the girl on national TV with his sarcasm. My oooo my....it was humiliating alright. I think she went home with nil money and a huge amount of embarassement. Kesian pun ada gak but she spelled VOWEL as VOUL......enough said ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;..........I told Hubster the other day...I need to getaway...we need to getaway..us. the three of us. Hubster said yeaahhhh but tunggu ler until things dah settle down. Sigh. I hate it when he's right. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...........I made buttered prawn last Monday and for some reason i can never get the egg part right. The white egg is suppose to be flaky....eh wait that's not the right word. You get what I mean right. No matter how hard and beria i beat the egg i can never get that fluffy texture the way it's suppose to be. How leh??? Any tips?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I better go now. My 10 minutes self-made break is over. Now i need to explore this new version of software they just installed. leceh betul laa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-4491550331043875746?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/4491550331043875746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=4491550331043875746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4491550331043875746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4491550331043875746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-random-babblings.html' title='My Random Babblings.....'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-4449521109578707016</id><published>2009-04-10T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:40:49.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Notice my new layout?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am just experimenting and decided to try this one. What do ya thing? They have lotsa choices and I think this one is the simplest I could get. Well actually I did not take a look at all of them. There were toooo many to look at. I thot maybe if I have a new layout, then I would be more bersemangat to blog hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok peeps...have a nice weekend ya...take care ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-4449521109578707016?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/4449521109578707016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=4449521109578707016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4449521109578707016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4449521109578707016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/04/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-2614199881334613682</id><published>2009-04-09T09:58:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:30:06.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Terrible Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm back. I am forcing myself to write coz I figured searching my mojo will definitely take some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haziq....yeah....my Haziq the center of my life now. Lately it's been extra challenging dealing with that lil' fella. He wants things his way or nothing at all. Reasoning with him sometimes work, sometimes sigh. Few weeks back I took him to GE Mall with the intention to get him a haircut. As soon as we reached there, we had to wait for our turn. By this time Haziq had already noticed the Kidz Sport &amp;amp; Gym next to Cheeky Monkey Cuts. He was pointing and telling me "Ibu...nak main". I said ok but after your haircut. Come his turn he just refused to get on the seat (which is small red car...very cute) and demanded for his milk. He started to cry and hugged my legs. The hairstylist asked me to take him for a walk first and then come back to which I agree. So....where else did we go if not to Kidz Sports &amp;amp; Gym. I did not bring his socks (ye la...not in the plan kan) so I had to buy for him and for me (huh!)....Just when I wanted to put on his socks...he just refused to cooperate. He insisted on playing without putting on his socks which is totally out of the question. (Oooo did I tell you this is just an outing of myself and Haziq????Hubby had to work). Oooo...I had a tough time making him wear his socks that after 10-15 minutes I lost it and I pinched his tigh. Twice. I regretted it after but at that point I was so angry that he was being difficult and there were so many people there....I just lost it then and there. He cried alright...he did but the place was so noisy I don't think anyone really heard him. (Thank God no one accused me of mendera my son eh) He finally agreed to put on his socks and in split second stopped crying and ran to the nearest slide. Phhheewwww....ok I'm still ashamed of myself for doing that to him but hey I'm only human so cut me some slack ok. This is one example when Haziq is being his age. The terrible two so they say. And I can tell you there are many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So how do I deal with this tantrum? I try my very best to avoid spanking him. I don't want him to grow up knowing that if you do something wrong you'll be spanked, that's your punishment. That was how I grew up. Mind you my parents are VERY garang. So when it comes to my kid, I want to raise him my way. I'm not saying the old spanking method is wrong or anything, it's just....well....I want a positive up-bringing for Haziq. I want to reason out to him his actions. But my so-called way is different from Hubster's way. His parents ARE garang too so he believes that you have to be garang with your kid so that they will respect you. See how difficult it is for me. I agree yes you have to make sure your kid respect you but you don't have to be garang. Stern...firm yes. No means no...yes means yes...wait for a while...means wait for a while. Hubster and I sometimes argue with each other on what's the best way to teach Haziq. In end we try our best to meet half way and agree on something. No point arguing any further as it won't get us anywhere, rite????After all we're still in a process of learning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I read in Babycenter at Haziq's age he doesnt understand when you say hurry up (duhhh zai!!!)....so it's me who has to learn to be patient with him and let him do things his way...at his own pace. It's also the best way for him to learn and to develop. Babycenter also said to involve your toddler in doing the housechores. That's what my mom said too. So yeah...been doing that. Haziq gets his own broom when I sweep the floor, he hands me the hanger when I hang our clothes, he helps me push all our boxes into the room to clear the hall, and oooo he massaged his Ayah head when Hubster complained of headache...well only for few seconds that is hahaha...I bruised my knee few weeks back after playing futsal with officemates. I told Haziq "Tengok knee Ibu...sakit" along with a sad face. Haziq said "Sian Ibu sakit" Hahaha...At least I know he knows how to show sympathy to people eh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See....one second I'm complaining of Haziq and his tantrums...the next second I'm already smilling while typing this and remembering Haziq's cute antics. Hahaha....I think it's the hormones....ya know...that time of the month. Or maybe mothers are like this. Yeah...I think it's the latter kan kan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This entry is deifnitely going nowhere. Ooo...did I mention? In the end Haziq never got his haircut. After almost 2 hours at Kidzsport &amp;amp; Gym, I realised I haven't drawn any money yet so I don't have enough to go back for his haircut. The only ATM machine in that mall is at LG. So we went down and end up having lunch at Delifrance :p. Haziq got himself a small car toy of Doc Hudson from Cars Movie. Heh....So much for wanting to be the supermom who can handle an active two year old all by herself. But I had fun going out with my lil' man despite his ehemmm...you know what. I like to think it as our private quality time together....a mother and her son. I think he did have fun too, he slept soundly in the car on our way back :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This weekend I have to make sure Haziq gets his haircut. You wanna know why. Last weekend, I brought our car for its scheduled service (yup...just the two of us again ..Hubster went to Lumut), a young chinese customer said Haziq looked a bit like a girl....waaaaaaaa.........must be the hair ahaha poor baby...depsite the fact that Haziq was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and shoes....hahaha...Ooo so many things to get done this weekend.....so little time.....I need to stop now. I'm keeping some for my next entry which I have no idea when....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok la toodles peeps....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322524055906158882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/Sd1nbczCCSI/AAAAAAAAA3A/FL4cjQzyDiY/s320/IMG_1124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he took this himself with our Canon compact camera ;p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322524278671215282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/Sd1noaqXCrI/AAAAAAAAA3I/oWrGWVava6Q/s320/IMG_1140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and this too..see those pouty sexy lips....yummeeehhhh wakaka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322524573593103522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/Sd1n5lVN7KI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/SPPktePNq6w/s320/Copy+of+IMG_1492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheeewaahhh...cheewaaahhh...kemain lg pose tuhhh I swear I did not teach him...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-2614199881334613682?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/2614199881334613682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=2614199881334613682&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/2614199881334613682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/2614199881334613682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/04/terrible-two.html' title='The Terrible Two'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/Sd1nbczCCSI/AAAAAAAAA3A/FL4cjQzyDiY/s72-c/IMG_1124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-8044011885993081907</id><published>2009-03-31T09:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:33:31.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Who Lost.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;her mojo to write????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I have lost interest to blog. I need to get it back. There's so many updates I want to jot down on Haziq but my laziness is taking the whole of me. So many times I've blogged in my mind,every single thing that happen in our lives....Haziq's antics, everything but in the end all the stories just remained on my mind not long after it will fade away...knowing my memory these days. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's up with me eh???hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need to go find my mojo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please excuse me while I go search for it eh... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-8044011885993081907?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/8044011885993081907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=8044011885993081907&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/8044011885993081907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/8044011885993081907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-who-lost.html' title='The One Who Lost.....'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-6803257288414789171</id><published>2009-03-27T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:47:19.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Tips for A Better Life in 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got this in my inbox yesterday and I thought this is a good one. Pleasure reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Take a 10-30 minute walk every day. And while you walk, smile . It is the ultimate anti-depressant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.. Buy a lock if you have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3.. Buy a DVR and tape your late night shows and get more sleep .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. When you wake up in the morning complete the following statement, 'My purpose is to ___ today.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Play more games and read more books than you did in 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Make time to practice meditation, yoga, tai chi, and prayer . They provide us with daily fuel for our busy lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Spend time with people over the age of 70 and under the age of 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Dream more while you are awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. Drink green tea and plenty of warm water. Eat blueberries, wild Alaskan salmon, broccoli, almonds &amp;amp; walnuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. Try to make at least three people smile each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. Clear clutter from your house, your car, your desk and let new and flowing energy into your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip, energy vampires, issues of the past, negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn . Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16 . Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a college kid with a maxed out charge card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. Smile and laugh more . It will keep the energy vampires away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;21. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;22. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;23. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;24. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;25. Frame every so-called disaster with these words: 'In five years, will this matter?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;26. Forgive everyone for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;27. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;28. GOD heals almost everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;29. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;30. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will.Stay in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;31. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;32. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;33 . The best is yet to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;34. No matter how you feel , get up, dress up and show up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;35. Do the right thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;36 .Call your family often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;37. Each night before you go to bed complete the following statements: I amthankful for _____. Today I accomplished _____.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;38. Remember that you are too blessed to be stressed .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;39. Enjoy the ride. Remember this is not Disney World and you certainly don't want a fast pass. You only have one ride through life so make the most of it and enjoy the ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;40. Please Forward this to everyone you care about.May your troubles be less,May your blessings be more,May nothing but happiness come through your door!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Have a fab weekend peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-6803257288414789171?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/6803257288414789171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=6803257288414789171&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/6803257288414789171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/6803257288414789171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/02/40-tips-for-better-life-in-2009.html' title='40 Tips for A Better Life in 2009'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-5640480187135519302</id><published>2009-03-24T09:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:25:27.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Who Got Tied Up With Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yup...I did. Don't know what happened. My last entry was last month on Haziq's second birthday. And I doubt I still have readers dropping by  this space of mine. Oooo well. Work was demanding last few weeks. It's a bit better now. I can now relax and blog (I hope).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So what's new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's just go through in random order...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alhamdulillah...we've finally moved-in to our new condo last Saturday. But still the place is in a mess. I have yet to unpack all the boxes. Hubby and I still don't understand how we managed to end up with so many stuff. I'm slowly arranging our things....a task I dislike most. All furnitures are in place. We haven't bought Haziq's bed yet. Wanted to get one from IKEA but the mattress that we wanted was out of stock...so decided to KIV Haziq's bed. Poor baby....hehehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haziq....oooo Haziq being Haziq is really showing me what being two means. He really knows how to express his unhappiness...dissatisfaction....anger...ooo God...sometimes he just makes me lose it...you know...my patience.....but most of the time....he just makes me feel so special.....how he needs me to put him to sleep...("ibu...pok"....he wants me to tepuk his bum bum so he can sleep)......how he wants me to hold his hand when we walk.....how he tells me how pretty I look when we're about to go out..."wow...cantiknyer ibu"....how he was concern of me when I wanted to pat the birds Hubby was feeding at the Bird's Park..."Ibu....jangan pegang"...giving me that worried look....oooo I could go on and on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haziq talks a lot now....but sometimes I still don't understand him hehehe...is improving in his humbers reciting but not going anywhere with his alphabets....sigh...I need to work harder on this....no more diapers at home...except when we go out and at his care-takers place. I noticed we saved a lot on diapers phhheewwww....he still is a picky eater which makes me very worried. A visit to his Paed recently we found out Haziq's height &amp;amp; weight is of an average 4 year old boy. I guess the Paed wasn't surprise at all seeing his Ayah and Ibu.....hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Us...Hubby and I...we're doing fine....gaduh today...esok baik....gelak2 today...esok masam muka jap....ooo well....that what makes us more close kot (I hope hahaha). On the 11th we celebrated our 3rd wedding anniverssary. Actually we did not go to any fancy dinner or bought each other expensive gifts. I guess both just acknowledged that it has been 3 years. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Work wise....Alhamdulillah....we're doing fine. Thank God we're not affected by the economic crisis. But I think the oil &amp;amp; gas industry is slowing down as well. Hope everything will turn out okay soon.  My heart goes out to those who lost their jobs recently. I can't imagine the ordeal thay have to go through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gotta go now. Will be back soon for more stories ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Toodles peeps....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-5640480187135519302?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/5640480187135519302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=5640480187135519302&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/5640480187135519302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/5640480187135519302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-who-got-tied-up-with-life.html' title='The One Who Got Tied Up With Life'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-8453172857086542047</id><published>2009-02-13T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:20:35.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Who Turns 2 years old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SZWTIbwY4EI/AAAAAAAAA2w/YYufwrAenRU/s1600-h/IMG_0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302305909397577794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SZWTIbwY4EI/AAAAAAAAA2w/YYufwrAenRU/s320/IMG_0924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear Haziq,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost I cannot thank you enough to The Almighty, for choosing me to be your mommy. I most certainly cannot imagine my life now without you...your laughter, your babblings, your cries, and not forgetting your tantrum, to name a few of your antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today you turn 24 months old. Wow...that's a lot of months eh. And for the past 24 months you've been nothing but the love of my life. I'm not good with words my darling Haziq but I just want you to know that I love you so much and I will keep on loving you endlessly. I pray and hope you'll grow up to be a fine young man, a good son and friend, a responsible husband and a loving father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always be here for you. Just want you to remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2nd Birthday from Ayah and Ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you to bits.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-8453172857086542047?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/8453172857086542047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=8453172857086542047&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/8453172857086542047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/8453172857086542047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-who-turns-2-years-old.html' title='The One Who Turns 2 years old...'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SZWTIbwY4EI/AAAAAAAAA2w/YYufwrAenRU/s72-c/IMG_0924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-3591372924981093388</id><published>2009-02-08T22:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:59:46.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Young Engineer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I was adjusting the strap on my safety helmet to get ready for my site visit next week when he saw me doing so. He couldn't wait for me to get it done so that he can do these.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SY7wE3pAsVI/AAAAAAAAA1A/kuO5GWNBI3U/s1600-h/IMG_1324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SY7wE3pAsVI/AAAAAAAAA1A/kuO5GWNBI3U/s320/IMG_1324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300437777907757394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how do i look ibu?like an engineer???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SY7v1muECHI/AAAAAAAAA04/qHj37u_DqO4/s1600-h/IMG_1323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SY7v1muECHI/AAAAAAAAA04/qHj37u_DqO4/s320/IMG_1323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300437515667507314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its kinda heavy la this thing ibu...help....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SY7vj5u6dfI/AAAAAAAAA0w/ISL5UG9CkuM/s1600-h/IMG_1322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SY7vj5u6dfI/AAAAAAAAA0w/ISL5UG9CkuM/s320/IMG_1322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300437211533702642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok...that's more like it...i think im ok now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think he looks cute in that helmet. Ok fine...Im his mother. Im allowed to say that hehe...You should see him in my safety boots. He reminds me of Puss in Boots from Shrek 2(i think) ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note/story...but still on Haziq...the other nite he asked me for his milk...I think it was way past midnite. So I made his milk and gave it to him. As usul he will say 'cheh' and drink his milk. But that nite I said 'love you haziq' couple of times to which he then replied 'yyuuuu ibu'.....waaaahhhhh....cair beb cairrrr....I gave him a kiss on the cheek and we both continued our sleeps.....kembang kempis hidung dan hati ibu sorang nihhhhhh.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-3591372924981093388?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/3591372924981093388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=3591372924981093388&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/3591372924981093388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/3591372924981093388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-young-engineer.html' title='My Young Engineer'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SY7wE3pAsVI/AAAAAAAAA1A/kuO5GWNBI3U/s72-c/IMG_1324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-4495340884633335389</id><published>2009-01-31T22:42:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:12:24.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That....Here and There....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;warning : lotsa pictures ahead. (i mean it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got stories to tell but I'm in no mood to do so. But still I want to update this space of mine. So, I'm gonna fill it up with pictures ok. I love pictures hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SYRmm1BJZ6I/AAAAAAAAA0o/6r0E4ketjSA/s1600-h/DSC_2416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SYRmm1BJZ6I/AAAAAAAAA0o/6r0E4ketjSA/s320/DSC_2416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297471878947497890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;he cried coz i wouldnt let him touch my D80 hahaha..kejam...yeah i know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SYRmm1BJZ6I/AAAAAAAAA0o/6r0E4ketjSA/s1600-h/DSC_2416.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SYRmXbNiC7I/AAAAAAAAA0g/MOclEhjhDx4/s1600-h/DSC_2367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SYRmXbNiC7I/AAAAAAAAA0g/MOclEhjhDx4/s320/DSC_2367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297471614322084786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yo what's up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SYRmK01TEGI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/PXUr-dDqf3c/s1600-h/DSC_2346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SYRmK01TEGI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/PXUr-dDqf3c/s320/DSC_2346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297471397861462114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trip to melaka last month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SYRliJpzFVI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/v2H-PLHza8w/s1600-h/DSC_2177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SYRliJpzFVI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/v2H-PLHza8w/s320/DSC_2177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297470699075736914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when ayah is in charge during bath time...you get this pose...not bad ehh...can be shampoo model haa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SYRlJ2gdfiI/AAAAAAAAA0I/C6900esgDx8/s1600-h/DSC_2428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SYRlJ2gdfiI/AAAAAAAAA0I/C6900esgDx8/s320/DSC_2428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297470281619439138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayah...nak tet(sikit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SYRkpANcDkI/AAAAAAAAA0A/qINoRm-buEI/s1600-h/DSC_2219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SYRkpANcDkI/AAAAAAAAA0A/qINoRm-buEI/s320/DSC_2219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297469717288324674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah...he had fun alright...sampai meronta when we took him out...sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SYRkYTFNYzI/AAAAAAAAAz4/LAI12MxUVRc/s1600-h/DSC_2001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SYRkYTFNYzI/AAAAAAAAAz4/LAI12MxUVRc/s320/DSC_2001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297469430296306482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at klcc....he refuse to get down...hubs had to carry him...ooo yeah...he made quite a scene that day.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;More pictures at my flickr. In case you guys wanna see more la...hehehe (perasan). Today is not a good day. My bad flu is back. I have running nose (I know someone will say kejar la...hahaha) and it sucks. I just hope it will go away real soon. Ok peeps...I want to read my book. Toodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-4495340884633335389?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/4495340884633335389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=4495340884633335389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4495340884633335389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4495340884633335389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/01/warning-lotsa-pictures-ahead.html' title='This and That....Here and There....'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SYRmm1BJZ6I/AAAAAAAAA0o/6r0E4ketjSA/s72-c/DSC_2416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-8774891293457807055</id><published>2009-01-23T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:25:37.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was tagged by Zetty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Directions: Once you’ve been tagged, you have to write a blog/Facebook note with 16 random things, facts, habits or goals about you. At the end choose 16 people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. Don’t forget to leave them a comment or tag them in your note to read this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. i cannot stand org yg terhegeh-hegeh...serious. rase cm nk sepak2 jer org yg langsung tkd urgency in their lives nihhhh...iissshhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. i love apam balik, you know the one yg crispy tuh....yummeeehhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. i can't swim...yup..you heard me. that reminds me...i need to start looking for a swimming lesson for haziq haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. i am not meticulous but when im neeeded to be...i can be...very meticulous..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5. one of my fav word is 'rimas'...yeah i get rimas very easily.&lt;br /&gt;6. im a good listener...yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;baru nombor 6 ker????shheeessshhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;7. i can be very blunt at times....ooo wait...most of the time...ooo scrap...all the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;8. i wish(wishing hard here, crossing fingers) that i'll be driving a 325i at the age of (latest) 35....eeerrrr....if i dont get it...that sleek red EVO or a silver 2.0 civic will do lor.... muahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;9. i dream of becoming a domestic goddess(yes...i say this all the time...they say if u say it often enuff and believe it hard enuff and try hard enuff it will materialise)....but now....im nowhere near...har har....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;10. i adore my chubby haziq so much that sometimes i have sleepless nites worrying i wont be able to provide the best for him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;11. i adore hubby soooo much, i just cant believe how he can tolerate with my antics...my temper....to name a few...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;what....still 5 to go???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;12. i can listen to DEWA 19 songs again and again...and i never get bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;13. i suck in managing my money....hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;14. i find it hard to forgive and forget people....there will be this tiny spot in my heart that will always remember what others did to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;15. i used to plan to do my masters after 5 years of working...its my 6th year now....and i dont see myself working my ass off trying to get that piece of paper...heck laaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;16. i was never a book worm during uni days....but i know i get all excited over books i just bought....will buy....will be released....i love books...love it...love it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ppphheewwwww....brain teaser on a Friday morning haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i want to tag mereka2 ini.....nique, puteri, nana, anis aka areya's mommy, herlina, yus aka iman's mommy, dott, SOHO mama, Babyboon, Sarah, Lollies, still got 5 places....whoever wanna do it...pls2 do ok....i need to get back to work hehehe ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Have a nice long break people...take care ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-8774891293457807055?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/8774891293457807055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=8774891293457807055&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/8774891293457807055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/8774891293457807055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag-game.html' title='Tag Game'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-3348219132781080049</id><published>2009-01-13T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:51:15.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No...Work....Ayah.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On Saturday as Hubby was about to leave house for work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me: Haziq cepat salam Ayah...Ayah is going to work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haziq quickly got up and salamed his Ayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok Haziq...Ibu need to go to work too...bye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haziq: No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haziq: Work...Ayah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs and I looked at each other. Hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seems to think that only his Ayah can go to work nowadays. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today Haziq is 23 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 23rd Month Darling....&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing and reading people talking about the terrible two. Wonder how I am gonna face Haziq and his antics. We'll just have to take one step at a time I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo dear..I can't write long. I'm already sleepy. Shall update more when time permits or when I have the energy to. Take care everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-3348219132781080049?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/3348219132781080049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=3348219132781080049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/3348219132781080049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/3348219132781080049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/01/noworkayah.html' title='No...Work....Ayah.......'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-1918189053122730304</id><published>2009-01-02T11:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:44:39.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope it's still not too late to wish everyone Happy New Year. How was you New Year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the New Year at the hospital in the morning till noon. Haziq was not feeling well. He was purging. His usual paed is on leave till next week so we had to opt for the local GP near our house. But still the purging persist, Hubby and I decided to bring him to the hospital. the doctor said its viral infection. It's good that Haziq is letting them all out but it will take time to get better sigh. Ooo well....for someone who is not well Haziq sure look the opposite. He runs...jumps...hops...his hearts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....it's 2009 already. Sigh. I was trying really hard to recap and flash back what 2008 meant for me. I must say 2008 was good to me. Infact 2008 was filled with lotsa love, laughter and happiness. Looking back I am quite proud of myself, with what I've achieved so far be it in my family life, career and other stuff too. 2008 saw me making new friends along the way and even lost few friends. Suffice to say, as I grow older I can see clearly who my reals friends are and who I should eliminate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my family for whole 3 months in 2008 for the sake of my career. A decision that was not easy for me to make but Alhamdulillah I never regretted it. I believe that I should and deserve to have both, a family and a career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2008 Haziq grew up to be one lil' witty toddler whom I adore so much. He makes me laugh, smile, cry, angry (when he buat perangai), and his presence in my life makes me feel a complete person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I, I think we learned more about each other as we go along. There were ups and downs but we survived. Alhamdullilah. I hope and pray we'll be a better team as we venture into 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work...what I can say. I'm happy with what I'm doing at the moment. The pay is good. Did I tell you I just started my new job 2 months back? Well that's a whole new story for another time aite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2009 resolution? I don't have any. Maybe I'll think of something maybe I won't. But there are few things that I would like to see materialize this year. You'll find out as we stroll down the year each day okay... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok peeps I gotta go. I have few pictures that I would like to post here. Will do so tonite after Haziq has gone to la-la land and if I am still awake by then...take care :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-1918189053122730304?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/1918189053122730304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=1918189053122730304&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/1918189053122730304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/1918189053122730304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009?'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-8599307000670638438</id><published>2008-12-26T21:52:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:55:31.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of This And That...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Haziq and I spent Christmas at home coz Hubby had some work to do. Bummer. Today Hubby and I took leave coz we needed to do some banking. Actually that's just an excuse for me. I just wanted to be away from the office for awhile hehe. Nonetheless I had everything done as I've listed before. Went to Maybank to open up SSPN account for Haziq, went to Nikon Center to upgrade firmware to my D80, went to pick-up my registered letter. Ppphheeewwww....but we didn't managed to drop by GE Mall to get Haziq's hair cut. Hope we could go there soon. Haziq is soooo serabai nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening we took Haziq to Taman Jaya. The weather was all sunny it was a waste if we didn't take this opportunity to stay out. I think Haziq had fun running around and going down the slide. Then Hubby and I got bored of the place (haha selfish parents) and Hubby decided to take Haziq on a train ride. So off we went and rode the train from Tmn Jaya station to Kelana Jaya station and back. We got down at Asia Jaya. Lepak for awhile then headed back to Tmn Jaya. Haziq got all excited looking down from the train. He could see all this favorite things from up there...buses, cars, tractors, birds. One happy toddler we had there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had our dinner at the OldTown White Coffee in PJ. It's our first time at this outlet and I must say we're sure to come there more often. I love it. It's not too crowded. Infact there were not many people Haziq could run around the place and I can have my dinner peacefully. The music they played was brilliant I found myself humming to almost all of them. I had my favorite Iceblended Hazelnut....yummeeehhh. After shoving all the food we headed home and Haziq fell asleep 10 minutes after we left. He must be so exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am blogging, facebooking, and updating my flickr while Haziq is in the room sleeping, Hubby went out to meet his friends. Hhhhhmmmm...bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end my post with what else...some pictures ok....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SVTzJvSkCNI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/g94t0aSvk3M/s1600-h/DSC_1871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284115611451132114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SVTzJvSkCNI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/g94t0aSvk3M/s320/DSC_1871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;please pay extra attention at the tshirt Haziq is wearing hahaha...self-absorbed kan...hahaha kasik chan la ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SVTwngHF2LI/AAAAAAAAAwg/mObwmnhN6B8/s1600-h/DSC_1865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284112824237676722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SVTwngHF2LI/AAAAAAAAAwg/mObwmnhN6B8/s320/DSC_1865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;im bored haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SVTyq5w2tUI/AAAAAAAAAxI/hmlq8bGYH4Q/s1600-h/DSC_1892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284115081686594882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SVTyq5w2tUI/AAAAAAAAAxI/hmlq8bGYH4Q/s320/DSC_1892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;while waiting for the train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SVTyfwGKbuI/AAAAAAAAAxA/n20YuYJ38JY/s1600-h/DSC_1909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284114890113052386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SVTyfwGKbuI/AAAAAAAAAxA/n20YuYJ38JY/s320/DSC_1909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;waiting for his dinner to arrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SVTyGQmbqSI/AAAAAAAAAw4/pEVuK0noUMI/s1600-h/DSC_1924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284114452161734946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SVTyGQmbqSI/AAAAAAAAAw4/pEVuK0noUMI/s320/DSC_1924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;happy coz she got her fav ice blended hihihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SVTx6ee0GtI/AAAAAAAAAww/zTuBWV4C1Cs/s1600-h/DSC_1941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284114249729448658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SVTx6ee0GtI/AAAAAAAAAww/zTuBWV4C1Cs/s320/DSC_1941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;no idea what he was doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SVTxSVmcISI/AAAAAAAAAwo/lC-9w4-x5C4/s1600-h/DSC_1962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284113560150745378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SVTxSVmcISI/AAAAAAAAAwo/lC-9w4-x5C4/s320/DSC_1962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;trying to be a helpful lil' chap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What are you guys up to tomorrow, Sunday and Monday? Anyone wanna have brekkie...brunch...lunch...tea...dinner....buzz us ok hahaha....ciao bebehhhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-8599307000670638438?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/8599307000670638438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=8599307000670638438&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/8599307000670638438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/8599307000670638438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/12/hows-your-holiday-so-far-peeps-haziq.html' title='Of This And That...'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SVTzJvSkCNI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/g94t0aSvk3M/s72-c/DSC_1871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-1713837688368321925</id><published>2008-12-22T08:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:25:09.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laaa...laaa..laaaaaaaa.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My leave this friday has been approved. Yahhhoooooo..... Can't wait to spend 5 days with my family. I've asked (read: forced) Hubby to take leave as well. Hehe.... but actually we don't have any plans yet where to go. I probably want to run some errands that Friday. I need to go to Nikon Center to upgrade the firmware on my D80, then a visit to the bank to settle few things, Haziq needs a hairbut badly so we probably drop by GE Mall. I want to check out some thing at IKEA. Yiikkeessss so many things to do. I don't think I want to spend my leave hopping from one mall to another. Hhhhhmmm... I think we should take Haziq to the beach. That's a good idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heh...it's only Monday morning and I am already imagining my break. My boss is not around today and tomorrow. Yippieeee....I can't proceed with my work coz I'm waiting for some info from the Designers. How la like this??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gotta go....have a nice day peeps. Need to do some online banking...ciao.... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-1713837688368321925?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/1713837688368321925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=1713837688368321925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/1713837688368321925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/1713837688368321925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/12/laaalaaalaaaaaaaa.html' title='Laaa...laaa..laaaaaaaa.....'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-4714560989023481242</id><published>2008-12-21T21:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:02:19.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't Have A Title</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Haziq is already asleep, Hubby is still not home yet from his Penang trip, this could only mean that I have the laptop all to myself and no one (read: Haziq who always wants to sit on my lap when he sees me in front of the laptop) to disturb me. So, I thought I should put up an entry.The problem now, I don't know what to blog about. I don't have news to tell you guys. No exciting thing happened lately. Hehhh...what an interesting life I have huhhh....;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just ramble for the sake of blogging hahaha. Yeah maybe I should. At random, I shall start to ramble....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhhhmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....a friend once told me that money is not everything but everything needs money. Till today it still lingers in the back of my mind although I've tried very hard not to give it a thought. Another blogger once wrote in her blog...money is not everything but it solves 99.9% of problems. I'm not sure about the 99.9% part but I kinda agree that it solves problems. People also say that money is one of many factors that can lead to divorce. It's all about money nowadays. Sometimes I find myself constantly worried whether I will have enough money in the future, whether I have enough money to buy what I want. I guess I just can't help it. Unlike others I was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth. So to me money is important. But then again that was not my parents taught me, They taught me that education is very important if I want to make sure I have a bright future. They were right alright (note: I have no idea where all this is leading to, seriously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, I guess my point is that...eerrr... I need more money??? hahaha...it will never be enough right? Oooo crap. Just bear with me okay. I think its the time of the month where I will layan my hormones and get all cranking...upset....for no reason. Give it few days and I'll be okay ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Haziq's 2nd birthday will be in 2 months time and I'm thinking whether to have a party or not. If so, where should we have it. last year we had it at PIL's place. Don't think I want to have it there again this year. I'm thinking of having a small party with families and close friends. Heck...I even thought of just celebrating it with just the three of us having dinner. Hehe. I still have time to plan something. We'll see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........I love to read....bought few books online, second hand books online as well and I think at the moment I have 4-5 books that I have not read. Just moments ago I was checking out more new books online. I wish I can buy all the ones that I've chose but my ooo my....where will I scoop the money to buy them huh? Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........I'm thinking of buying Haziq his own table where he can play with his toys, doodle when he wants to, maybe I can start letting him experiment with colors. At the moment Haziq likes to play his car in front of the TV cabinet. Yup. And it is driving us crazy. He just refuse to play them else where. Now where can I get an activity table for a toddler? Anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooppsss....I have to go. Hubs is back....wooohhhoooo...toodles peeps. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-4714560989023481242?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/4714560989023481242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=4714560989023481242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4714560989023481242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4714560989023481242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-have-title.html' title='I don&apos;t Have A Title'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-87018519816715950</id><published>2008-12-19T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:48:49.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haziq at 22 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Haziq turned 22 months old last Saturday. I did not forget, I was just caught up in so many things. Hehe. But seriously. I was a bit busy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So....Happy 22 months old darlinnngggg....ibu and ayah love you sooooo much. May you grow up to be a wonderful, responsible, charming person. And oooo...please...please don't make engineering as your profession okay.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Updates on him? Let's see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;......very much independent now. He wants to do everything on his own. He even wants to carry our groceries bags. Yes,very helpful. Hopefully he continue to do so till he grows older when I no longer have the energy to carry those heavy bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;....vocab wise....he has learned a lot of new words. English and Malay. English mostly from me ( ye la....mak pasan mat salleh...nak anak terer English padahal mak English terabur...ye sila la gelak guling2 tp thats normal kan...kan...ngaku jer la hehehe). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;....still won't eat much...drinks milk a lot...loves his &lt;em&gt;aewet&lt;/em&gt;(carrot)....loves vitagen....hates rice...which I think is kinda good hahaha. He loves grapes, banana and all sorts of keropok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.....still into cars...tractors....train....opter(helicopter), opane (aeroplane)...pelat betul anak saya ni hahaha...if we walk around in malls and bump into those shops that sell all the remote control car...helicopter....Haziq will make us squat down with him admiring them. Serious. 10 shops...means 10 times la you have squat down for at least 10 minutes not less. And sometimes he won't budge we have to eeerrrr....lie a bit to him. Not good but no choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.....80% diaperless during weekends....he only wears his diapers at night...hoooraaayyy....minus one or two incidents...he can now tell me when he needs to pee and do his business....but still you know la...hehehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;......adores his ayah still sooooooo muchhh makes me merajuk at times....uuuhhhuuuukkk....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.....wont wear any shoes or sandals I bought him except for the imitation crocs his ayah bought him when I was away. Sigh...I had to hide that sandal just to make sure he wears proper shoes to a w&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;edding...I had to...really....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;......loves to 'help' me hang clothes and then play with the empty pail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;......still giving me a hard time when its time to brush his teeth....aarrrgggghhhh....he would rather golekkan his body on the floor ok...very drama this boy of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.......still...still....won't sleep thru the nite....waaaaaaa.....sabar2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.......he doesn't mind sharing his food with you even when you don't ask him but he would never share his pillow with you. Weird kan. If there's two pillows there he will want both and won't let you have one at all no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Guess that's about it la....that precious boy of ours. In 2 months time he'll be 2 years old. Hard to believe eh...When he was tiny...helpless...couldn't move on his own...I wish he'd grow up faster. Now that he's almost 2 years old....sob...sob...I wish he'd stop growing for awhile and let me enjoy these moments. (eh...bergenang plak mata ku ini...d**n it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual...some pictures la kan...pictures taken at McD, Ampang Park. We had breakfast with one of Haziq's fairy God Mother, Miss Olyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SUvJNfKNtBI/AAAAAAAAAwY/hDM2nXU8Qnk/s1600-h/DSC_1707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SUvJNfKNtBI/AAAAAAAAAwY/hDM2nXU8Qnk/s400/DSC_1707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281536221561861138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look closer you'll see the bus is short of one tire...haziq's doing la tuh sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SUvI2yf6TVI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/r56tnyJchIQ/s1600-h/DSC_1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SUvI2yf6TVI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/r56tnyJchIQ/s400/DSC_1706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281535831616146770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still won't let go of his bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SUvImS8s7BI/AAAAAAAAAwI/jFoaJAcLP7s/s1600-h/DSC_1702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SUvImS8s7BI/AAAAAAAAAwI/jFoaJAcLP7s/s400/DSC_1702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281535548269063186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insisted that he go down the slide with his bus....and then pose...chewah...dh pandai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-87018519816715950?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/87018519816715950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=87018519816715950&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/87018519816715950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/87018519816715950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/12/haziq-at-22-months-old.html' title='Haziq at 22 Months Old'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SUvJNfKNtBI/AAAAAAAAAwY/hDM2nXU8Qnk/s72-c/DSC_1707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-3235127609847919067</id><published>2008-12-05T08:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:03:11.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Who Turns 29 Today : Updated!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm a year older today. I am 29 years young today. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How do I feel? I feel great (a little bit sleepy tough). I thank God for giving me the opportuniy to live to this day. I thank God for all His blessings. I thank God for the family that I have, friends who are always there for me, a job with a salary that lets me enjoy a bit of luxury, I thank God for everything that I have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I could not ask for more. Well, okay....more moolah would be great....ooo and a brand new car.....hehehe....ok...ok...those are just some of my wish list items. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Toodles peeps. Need to start on my work already huhuuu... ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;p/s: last nite the bardaques and I met up for dinner. Thanks you guys. Love you soooooo much. We had pasta and pizza at &lt;a href="mailto:Pastamania@Pavillion"&gt;Pastamania@Pavillion&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here are some of the pictures.....&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/STlP_dCL1II/AAAAAAAAAvw/LIJBVkQRU0Q/s1600-h/IMG_1107%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/STlP_dCL1II/AAAAAAAAAvw/LIJBVkQRU0Q/s400/IMG_1107%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276336389985391746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bardaques...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/STlQWvFgHxI/AAAAAAAAAv4/yHw5Kh8Mn64/s1600-h/IMG_1110%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/STlQWvFgHxI/AAAAAAAAAv4/yHw5Kh8Mn64/s400/IMG_1110%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276336789968133906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J CO donuts....yummmmeeeehhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/STlRL5vFE9I/AAAAAAAAAwA/A5aaBQIOCNA/s1600-h/IMG_1103%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/STlRL5vFE9I/AAAAAAAAAwA/A5aaBQIOCNA/s400/IMG_1103%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276337703359943634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The one who got herself a new handbag yeeeeeehhhhaaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sekian,terima kasih. Now ya all excuse me while I go and enjoy my last year of being a twenty something hot mommy. Uhhuuuukkkk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s/s: thank you all for your wishes via phone calls,sms and on FB....really appreciate it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-3235127609847919067?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/3235127609847919067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=3235127609847919067&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/3235127609847919067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/3235127609847919067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-who-turns-29-today.html' title='The One Who Turns 29 Today : Updated!'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/STlP_dCL1II/AAAAAAAAAvw/LIJBVkQRU0Q/s72-c/IMG_1107%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-673803950939479476</id><published>2008-11-28T08:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T08:28:07.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supermummy is giving away Gin &amp; Jacqie bag for free!</title><content type='html'>I came across few blogs entering this contest. What made me more interested is the prize that's up for grabs. It's a Gin &amp;amp; Jacqie bag. If you're familiar with this name then you'll know why I'm all excited. I love almost all items from this brand and the cool part is that it's Malaysian made. To date I already have 4 bags from Gin &amp;amp; Jacqie and another one wouldn't hurt right? hehehe.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273497524979940018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SS86DwxUurI/AAAAAAAAAvo/XhjZzojIMFQ/s400/ginjacqie1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here goes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Create a new post in your blog with this title:Supermummy is giving away Gin &amp;amp; Jacqie bag for free! - check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Answer the following question:Who is the creator of &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)" href="http://www.ginjacqie.com/"&gt;Gin &amp;amp; Jacqie&lt;/a&gt;? - None other than Jacqueline Ng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Complete this slogan:I deserve a super lovely &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)" href="http://www.ginjacqie.com/"&gt;Gin &amp;amp; Jacqie&lt;/a&gt; bag because errrr...when it comes to Gin &amp;amp; Jacqie I don't need a reason to own one of those cool stylish bags. I just love it...love it...and I want to add to my collection. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Link back to &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" href="http://malaysiansupermummy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Malaysian Supermummy&lt;/a&gt; (no link back will be disqualified ya) - check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Leave a comment at this post so I know that you have already completed the task! - check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope I'm lucky enough yaaaa.... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-673803950939479476?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/673803950939479476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=673803950939479476&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/673803950939479476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/673803950939479476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/11/supermummy-is-giving-away-gin-jacqie.html' title='Supermummy is giving away Gin &amp; Jacqie bag for free!'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SS86DwxUurI/AAAAAAAAAvo/XhjZzojIMFQ/s72-c/ginjacqie1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-7847661190802611856</id><published>2008-11-19T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:22:29.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A While Huh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just don't have the mood nor the time to blog. Did a bit of blog-hopping whenever I feel like. Few things happen in this couple of weeks. Sigh.....I'm just lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope this is just temporary. In the mean time, take care peeps ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-7847661190802611856?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/7847661190802611856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=7847661190802611856&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7847661190802611856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7847661190802611856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-while-huh.html' title='It&apos;s Been A While Huh..'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-3573223462952249804</id><published>2008-10-30T11:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:45:32.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas....Ooooo...Thomas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         I think I'v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e been watching  too much of  Thomas &amp;amp; Friends lately that I find myself humming to the  theme song every n&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SQkqpNYD1FI/AAAAAAAAAlk/bgZ-CNjL7aI/s1600-h/thomas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SQkqpNYD1FI/AAAAAAAAAlk/bgZ-CNjL7aI/s400/thomas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262784527012713554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and then thanks to Haziq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (ooo and I'm this close to memorising the whole song too) . He now wants to watc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;h Thomas &amp;amp; Friends 24-7. If there's no Thomas &amp;amp; Friends showing, Bob The Builder will do. He loves Scoop the tractor, "atte" is how he says it. B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;arney? Nope...Pocoyo? Nope. He's not all fascinated with the latter.  Sesame Street, yes. The movie The Cars, a big yes. He can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; sit there for a long time with jaw drop watching The Cars. He pronounce it "tar". I told Hubby we need to get the DVD because Haziq gets upset when they stop for a commercial break in the middle of The Car. Duuhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SQkqzaQu7iI/AAAAAAAAAl0/1W3nDYEguo8/s1600-h/cars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SQkqzaQu7iI/AAAAAAAAAl0/1W3nDYEguo8/s400/cars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262784702270336546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SQkqwJH7jdI/AAAAAAAAAls/ijIN2KhAmOY/s1600-h/bob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SQkqwJH7jdI/AAAAAAAAAls/ijIN2KhAmOY/s400/bob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262784646130404818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-3573223462952249804?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/3573223462952249804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=3573223462952249804&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/3573223462952249804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/3573223462952249804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/10/thomasooooothomas.html' title='Thomas....Ooooo...Thomas....'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SQkqpNYD1FI/AAAAAAAAAlk/bgZ-CNjL7aI/s72-c/thomas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-4148265737521800273</id><published>2008-10-29T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:58:33.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down The Memory Lane?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was blog-hopping just now and bumped into a blog where the owner was telling the stories of her school teachers. The ones that she still remember till today. Then it got me trying to recollect most if not all of my school days memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;let's see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I remember my Maths teacher in Standard 2 (I think) who was so fierce that she likes to throw our buku latihan out of the classroom. I can't really remember whether my book was also one of the many books that got thrown or not but I remember books flying here and there. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then in Standard 4 I remember my class teacher, Puan Zarilah. A very pretty lady, softspoken and has a handwriting that makes you feel yours is like cakar ayam. So much that she wants her students to follow her footsteps in writing nicely that she made us do cursive (ok..cmner spelling ni???) almost everyday. Heh. Thanks to her I today I have a nice handwriting but it depends on my mood. Cik gu Zarilah..I *heart* you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the same year there was a cikgu latihan name Cikgu Azran who became more like an Abang to us (read: me and my friends). He loves to create nice bookmarks and give them to his students. We were so close back then that on Saturdays for our Ko-ko he would cycle to school with us. And yours trully membonceng his bicycle coz I was the only one yg tkd beskal. Huhu. I told u you we were close. I also remember playing lompat getah in class and he played too. haha.. His last day at the scholl saw most of us cried buckets. Sedih not knowing when will we ever meet him again. We never did. Cikgu Azran, if you happen to read this (maner la tau kan)....We all *heart* you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Standard 5 class teacher was Puan Arpah. Garang. She once slapped a student in front of the whole class coz he marked his own buku latihan. Scary kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In Standard 6, my class teacher was En Zul Safaruddin. One funny chap who always crack jokes. I met him at the Post Office few years back. He did remember me. What I remember most of him was the day that he went to collect our UPSR results. My friends and I rushed when we saw him at the parking and he immediately extended his hand to me. I think he said "Tahniah" or something like that.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My highschool years were somehow vague...dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I do remember my Form 3 Geography teacher, Hajah Abidah, who likes to make all of us stand in the class and she will ask questions base from what she has taught us. Sitting behind in the class makes is harder for her to see me angkat tangan wanting to answer her questions. So I end up sitting without answering any question and that explains why I got B for Geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I also remember my Form 3 class teacher Puan Faridah, who dislikes me coz I don't like to attend her class and always find excuses to masuk her class lambat hehe. She taught us Kemahiran Hidup (zzz..zzzz..zz). She always gave me this 'i-know-you-won't-be-successful' look that few months back I think I told my high school partner in crime friend  Nana that I wish I could now find her and tell her who I am now (not that I'm so blarrddyy successful pun skang) but nevertheless jadi pun orang. Heh. But Nana said....tak yah la zai...yang lepas tu lepas la...hahaha....ok2 aku tk hold grudge dah. aku geram jer la :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Form 4 my class teacher was and Indian lady who is nice but certainly has no sense of fashion at all. Seriously. She would wear this knee length dress that looked like its been worn for ages. Greyish dull color and also with a red hairband and...and flat sandals. But she's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Modern Maths teacher is a pretty chinese lady who likes to end her sentence with "Boleh?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also this Counselling teacher who loves to do sportcheck and find students fault. I can't seem to remember her name.Yes. She's very garang. Rumors has it she's like that because she's not married yet even at the age. haha. You know la how stories like this can be so juicy especially in an all-girls school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Form 5, I remember our PE teacher Puan Zora, who is so petite and cute. A good dancer. In fact she taught us a couple of ballroom dances which I cannot remember at all now. But I do remember her saying the whole class are like kayu. Not graceful at all haha. Guess she was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Puan Ong (I think) who taught History. She was so committed in teaching the class that she made us underline important points in the textbook, that is after she asked permission from the Headmistress for us to do such. And thanks to her I got A1 for my History heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there...do you have any stories about your teachers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-4148265737521800273?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/4148265737521800273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=4148265737521800273&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4148265737521800273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4148265737521800273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/10/down-memory-lane.html' title='Down The Memory Lane?'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-8825872396346873377</id><published>2008-10-29T09:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:52:20.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Detox ....Detox....Detox</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Remember in one of my previous post I mentioned I wanted to detoxify my not-so-hot body? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I found this while surfing and thought I should share them with you. This is ways to help detoxify your body after you go through a detoxification program, which I have yet to do proper research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first how or when do you know your body needs to be detoxified? Some of the symptoms that we need to look out are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;unexplained fatigue, sluggish elimination, irritated skin, &lt;a href="http://life.gaiam.com/gaiam/p/AllergySuffererKnowYourAlternatives.html"&gt;allergies&lt;/a&gt; or low-grade infections; bags under the eyes; a distended stomach even if the rest of your body is thin; menstrual difficulties; or mental confusion ( I like this one....haha. I think I'm still far from that symptom...touch wood). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See any of those symptoms on you? No? Yes? Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Ways to Help Your Body Detoxify&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a detoxification program, you can cleanse your body daily through diet, supplements and lifestyle practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat plenty of fiber, including brown rice and organically-grown fresh fruits and vegetables. Beets, radishes, artichokes, cabbage, broccoli, spirulina, chlorella, and seaweed are excellent detoxifying foods. - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ok this one I think I can try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cleanse and protect the liver by taking herbs such as dandelion root, burdock and milk thistle, and drinking green tea. - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a visit to the local pharmacy will do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Take vitamin C, which helps the body produce glutathione, a liver compound that drives away toxins. - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ok no problemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Drink at least 2 quarts of water daily. -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://life.gaiam.com/gaiam/p/2MinuteStressEscapeGuidedRelaxationwithDrJamesRouse.html"&gt;Breathe deeply&lt;/a&gt; to allow oxygen to circulate more completely through your system. -&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; eerrr...check?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Transform &lt;a href="http://life.gaiam.com/gaiam/p/Stress.html"&gt;stress&lt;/a&gt; by emphasizing positive emotions. -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm trying...i'm trying ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Practice hydrotherapy by taking a very hot shower for five minutes, allowing the water to run on your back. Follow with cold water for 30 seconds. Do this three times, and then get into bed for 30 minutes. - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;must try today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sweat in a sauna so your body can eliminate wastes through perspiration. - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;eerrr....have to make appointment with Energy Spa soon? hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Dry-brush your skin or try &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=ikoB54HG8Ag&amp;amp;offerid=140003.10003870&amp;amp;type=3&amp;amp;subid=0"&gt;detoxifying patches&lt;/a&gt; or  &lt;a href="http://www.gaiam.com/product/wellness-clinic/alternative-therapy/detox/d-tox+foot+spa.do"&gt;detox foot spas / foot baths&lt;/a&gt; to remove toxins through your pores. Special brushes are available at natural products stores. - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;need to do more survey on this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is the most important way to detoxify? &lt;a href="http://life.gaiam.com/gaiam/p/CardioStrengthFlex.html"&gt;Exercise&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.gaiam.com/category/yoga-studio.do" target="_blank"&gt;Yoga&lt;/a&gt; or jump-roping are good. One hour every day. Also try &lt;a href="http://life.gaiam.com/gaiam/p/QigongTapYourOwnPowertobeWell.html"&gt;qigong&lt;/a&gt;, a martial-arts based exercise system that includes exercises specifically for detoxifying or cleansing, as well as many other exercises with specific health benefits. - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;yoga? then I have to join the famous yoga instructor class I guess hehe. Oooo I do have the skipping rope at home. Shall start with that today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You can read more &lt;a href="http://life.gaiam.com/gaiam/p/10WaystoDetoxifyYourBody.html?p=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now I need to do a little bit more study on the best detox program I should follow..modern method or traditional method. Fasting too is another method to detoxify your body (thanks Haris for pointing out). Shall get back to you soon okay. Now please excuse me, I need to 'detoxify' my tummy. Hehe. Toodles. ;)&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-8825872396346873377?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/8825872396346873377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=8825872396346873377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/8825872396346873377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/8825872396346873377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/10/remember-in-one-of-my-previous-post-i.html' title='Detox ....Detox....Detox'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-8880878706641986677</id><published>2008-10-27T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:28:45.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleansing Your Body...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;good,no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to detoxify my body. It's so full of toxin thanks to all the raya food I've consumed and not forgetting all the coffee I've been drinking at the office and at home. Sigh. Oooo...don't leave out the nasi lemak for breakfast I have almost everyday on weekdays. Gosh. And I complaint to Hubby that I feel heavier.Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...now..when should I start? How should I start?Is there anyone out there who wants to join me? Do let me know okay. Until then I'll just try to minimise my food in-take,okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao lurve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-8880878706641986677?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/8880878706641986677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=8880878706641986677&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/8880878706641986677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/8880878706641986677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/10/cleansing-your-body.html' title='Cleansing Your Body...'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-2007688507475704131</id><published>2008-10-22T10:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:15:57.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Zai's Random Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;after midnight i shall kidnap you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and i'll keep you in my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hush now my love and hold my hand &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;after midnight i shall take&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;you to a place&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;where no one else should know of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hush now my love and hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;(yuna - after midnight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like rambling and ranting and babbling for no apparent reason today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm happy but at the same time a bit disturbed and upset about something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm happy I have resolved some issues with this one person that I really care about and plays an important role in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm happy that I am about to embark on yet another new journey soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a different note altogether, I was chatting with a good friend few days back. She was telling me about her work arrangement with her husband and then she said to me "Zai...money is not everything...but everything needs money"  Haha...indeed she was right. You can say you don't need a lot of money but the cold hard fact is that everything around you requires money. Everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During raya my lil' SIL asked me "Akak...biler yang nombor dua???" Heh...soalan cepu emas tu dik oooiiii (cakap dalam hati jer la). I managed a smile though. Hubby has been teaching Haziq to call himself Abang. Ewah...ewahh...And i've been teaching Haziq to say "No" when people ask him nak adik tak. Haha...bad parent&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody please tell me the secret to being fit all the time. Here's the thing. I get tired easily la nowadays. No exercise is the main reason I think or  is it age? My only exercise is the walk to Hubby's office everyday after work but since it rains most of the days lately I take the monorail. I play 'kejar-kejar' with Haziq, I make him jump with me in front of the TV everyday. Oooo..btw Haziq can now jump on one spot (thanks to me haha) though not so high la but its hilarious how he will stop whatever he was doing and concentrate to jump. Lawak. Been wanting to capture it on video. Nanti la. A lot of Haziq's antic have yet to be captured in video. Lazy. Aiyyoo... I wanted this entry to be about myself nothing else...tengok...ada gak terselit citer si bam bam... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet the time to explore my D80. Sigh. I would say till today I've only used about 30% of the application. Yes. A lot more to learn and explore. Been reading the digital photography school online and picked up few tips but again have yet to apply them. Heh! Ape ni. Im hoping my outing trip this weekend will materialise (fingers and toes crossed!) then I can snap snap...all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are itching to do some online shopping but so far I have managed to refrain myself. Nothing grand item in particular but still itching. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SP6X9GgiycI/AAAAAAAAAkE/-0YY29T9OSg/s1600-h/images+evo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SP6X9GgiycI/AAAAAAAAAkE/-0YY29T9OSg/s400/images+evo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259808490790242754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'m still hoping that one of these days this baby will be mine. It's a Mitsubishi Lancer GTS 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But If I can't have her I will be happy as well if I can drive her-number-two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SP6ZE5qwvbI/AAAAAAAAAkM/CnQ7eCHzZN4/s1600-h/images+civic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SP6ZE5qwvbI/AAAAAAAAAkM/CnQ7eCHzZN4/s400/images+civic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259809724294020530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nda Civic 1.8 with the exact color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if we (read: hubby and I ) decide to have a big family then we'll need prolly this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SP6boe9katI/AAAAAAAAAkU/EccUFTrbmIs/s1600-h/images+odyssey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SP6boe9katI/AAAAAAAAAkU/EccUFTrbmIs/s400/images+odyssey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259812534623693522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though I personally like the previous model which I feel is more spacious and looks more like an MPV. Oo well...it doesn't hurt to dream right, so I'm gonna continue dreaming hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok what else...I guess that wraps up my rambling for the day. Again today I would like remind my stubborn self don't always look-up but always look-down. Then I will always be grateful with what I have. Iiissshhh...Why do I always tend to forget this?? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-2007688507475704131?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/2007688507475704131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=2007688507475704131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/2007688507475704131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/2007688507475704131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-zais-random-thoughts.html' title='Another Zai&apos;s Random Thoughts...'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SP6X9GgiycI/AAAAAAAAAkE/-0YY29T9OSg/s72-c/images+evo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-5262062814342647608</id><published>2008-10-21T09:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:50:43.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero's Welcome After Somalia Mission?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Read more about it &lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Tuesday/National/2381250/Article/index_html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually that's not why I am writing this entry. The main reason is the amphibious assault vessel KD Sri Inderapura used to escort the two MISC  tankers back safely. Kd Sri Inderapura was badly burnt down few years back. The whole superstructure had to be rebuilt. I was working for P***D back in 2004 in Lumut when my ex-boss assigned me to join the design team. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So when I saw the vessel on TV last night, I couldn't help but felt a tiny bit of proud that I was part of the big team that helped rebuilt the vessel. It was a valuable experience having to deal with RMN (Royal Malaysian Navy), the fabricators . It was not easy I must say but it was altoghether fun and I know I can never get that kind of experience else where. The design team was superb, the travelling up and down to Penang every week was unforgettable and the knowledge I gained from the project was somehow what got me where I am today. Heh. (very sentimental la plak kan).&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; Too bad I was not there when it was delivered to the client because I  left the Co and joined M**C. But fate somehow acts in a funny way. I was in Pasir Gudang attached to another project in M**E when the vessel was brought in for a shiplift. Heh. I 'met' the huge vessel again, only I regret I didn't try to ask permission to go onboard. Malas nak jumpe the MEO (Marine Engineering Officer)...so kerek one...huhu. And today the vessel bravely cuts through the sea and escort the two tankers back home safely. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-5262062814342647608?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/5262062814342647608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=5262062814342647608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/5262062814342647608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/5262062814342647608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/10/heros-welcome-after-somalia-mission.html' title='Hero&apos;s Welcome After Somalia Mission?'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-4238745066794612279</id><published>2008-10-21T01:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T01:25:49.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippie....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPy8b9Pf2II/AAAAAAAAAjg/nfne9TVX-5s/s1600-h/IMG_0939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPy8b9Pf2II/AAAAAAAAAjg/nfne9TVX-5s/s400/IMG_0939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259285653343950978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPy8HfdTtDI/AAAAAAAAAjY/75vb7pCG73Y/s1600-h/IMG_0937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPy8HfdTtDI/AAAAAAAAAjY/75vb7pCG73Y/s400/IMG_0937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259285301751428146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPy7ZiXEjQI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/HbBmIk5-D4o/s1600-h/IMG_0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPy7ZiXEjQI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/HbBmIk5-D4o/s400/IMG_0940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259284512256593154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I finally got my hands on Yuna's EP cd. Heh. I missed the launching but fortunately my best buddy Loth went and she managed to get it for me. Thanks dear muaaahhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't you think the cover is very artistic? Nice huh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In it there are 5 songs altogether : Backpacking around Europe, After Midnight, Dan Sebenarnya, Blue Sands and Deeper Conversation. My personal fav, Rocket is not in this cd uhuukk..guess I have to continue listening at her myspace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ooooo...if you're wondering who I'm talking about.....check-out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.myspace.com/yunaroomrecords"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to listen to Yuna. A talented indie artist with a lovely voice and a huge talent in song writing. Seriously. I'm not really a fan of the local singing industry but this girl...she's something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok now...I wanna &lt;/span&gt;listen to Yuna peeps....toodles :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-4238745066794612279?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/4238745066794612279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=4238745066794612279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4238745066794612279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4238745066794612279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/10/yippie.html' title='Yippie....'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPy8b9Pf2II/AAAAAAAAAjg/nfne9TVX-5s/s72-c/IMG_0939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-7623364260140768197</id><published>2008-10-20T16:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:34:45.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;noembed&gt;Make laughter a part of your daily routine with funny jokes, hilarious cartoons and silly photos from ReadersDigest.com. Bonus: Watch a new stand-up comedy video every day! &lt;/noembed&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/488a0ee788ae542e/48fc42a3b8cfeecd/48d3f466e92c4dc1/f8ffcfd4/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-7623364260140768197?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/7623364260140768197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=7623364260140768197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7623364260140768197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7623364260140768197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/10/daily-laughs.html' title='Daily Laughs'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-5977864023641789178</id><published>2008-10-20T16:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:05:49.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reader's Digest Word Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;noembed&gt;Take the challenge and play Reader's Digest Word Power --  build your vocabulary, boost your brainpower and challenge a friend to beat your score! &lt;/noembed&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/485ad0b0c5a9fb36/48fc3bdc487a7afa/485ad0b024a1f71f/c88c57ce/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noembed&gt;Our readers love the wordpower game. Where else can you test your knowledge, increase your vocabulary and have fun at the same time? &lt;br /&gt;And now you can challenge your friends on word power and try to beat their best score. What are you waiting for? Play the word power game! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/noembed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-5977864023641789178?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/5977864023641789178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=5977864023641789178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/5977864023641789178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/5977864023641789178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/10/reader-digest-word-power.html' title='Reader&amp;#39;s Digest Word Power'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-7059711449768543955</id><published>2008-10-19T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:57:12.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Addicted</title><content type='html'>yes I am...to Facebook Word Challenge. Can't stop playing it. Uhuuukkkkkkkk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jom ler main same2.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-7059711449768543955?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/7059711449768543955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=7059711449768543955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7059711449768543955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7059711449768543955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-addicted.html' title='I&apos;m Addicted'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-6697382323562746399</id><published>2008-10-14T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:34:49.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 20 Months Old Toddler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPP2hSMS5LI/AAAAAAAAAio/1lRbHpup_i0/s1600-h/collage+20mo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPP2hSMS5LI/AAAAAAAAAio/1lRbHpup_i0/s400/collage+20mo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256816241751024818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yup...Haziq Danial is 20 months old yesterday. (and I have no idea what to blog about this boy...eerrk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let's see....I'm done tracking all the new words he has acquired. Tk ter'track'. Basically he can now put two words together but only when he wants to. The other day he shocked me by saying "Maner Ayah?". Last night he said "Big lorry" pointing to a big lorry on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Two nights ago, I was so sleepy that I decided to lay down in our room for awhile, while Hubby look after Haziq. I heard Hubby's voice saying to Haziq, "Gi tunjuk kat Ibu". Then Haziq came into the room, "Ibu....Ibu.." while showing his bagpack on his back. Alamak...cair ok dengar Haziq panggil Ibu clearly. adduuhhhh...He can also pronounce GrandMa clearly now...my Mom was so happy during Raya when Haziq went into the kitchen and called out "GrandMa"  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cair gak whenever I come out from our room to find Haziq playing his Ayah...when he turn to look at me and say "Hi"...mak aaaiii....such a charmer la anak saya ini uhukk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He was down with fever,cough and flu last week. Giving his medicine is not easy I tell ya. When he sees me with the syringe, he already started to runaway. The moment Hubby grabs him and hold him Haziq is already screaming "No...no...pishhh (please)...no..."haha...sorry baby...we cannot tolerate something that is for your own good ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haziq loves the U*obile advert...you know..the one with the girl who wants to do henna on one finger only (Haziq will scream "why????!!! siap ngn kerut dahi sekali)...yeah that one...and the teh tarik setengah gelas ad. haha..To be honest...I too love both ads. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Other than that, Haziq still babbles in his own language.  He loves to run to me and hug my feet. Don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He adores his Ayah...I can tell it by the way he calls out Hubby. So manja like that. You know...when I first got back from Norway, I couldn't help but felt a bit tad jealous seeing Haziq so close with Hubby. Not that I'm blaming anyone but ooo was I so miserable whenever I point a picture of the three of us, the first name Haziq will call out is Ayah...repeatingly saying it. Pointing to myself in the picture did not help at all. But now....phheeewwww....Haziq calls out my name too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When sometimes I don't understand what he is trying to tell me Haziq can be really frustrated. Poor baby. He resort by taking my hand and make him follow him so that he can show what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's just the two of at home, we would dance to any catchy song played on TV. It's hilarious seeing him trying to follow exactly all my moves (not that I'm a good dancer anyway haha). It's fun and it's a good exercise for Ibu here who last exercise or play squach 2 years back. Sigh. Stamina = 0 la weeeiiii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haziq is only fascinated with lorries and buses. They're both the same to him. As for now I let him be. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haziq loves to snack on cornflakes, raisins and babybiscuits. He loves to drink Yakult which he calls it "kut". Even after I dah sorok the Yakult somewhere in the fridge he can still find it. Aiyyyooo....he seems to know where to find things in there. Nak jadi tukang masak ape anak saya ini hehe. Takpe la...hopefully when he's a bit bigger I'll let him help me clean the fridge (a task that I dislike soooo much) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haziq can sometimes be very laid back and sometimes he can be a  bit aggressive depending on the situation. Like last night, we went to SIL's open house in Putrajaya. It's been awhile since Haziq last met his cousin Iman. They were playing together outside the house when suddenly Iman started to come near Haziq and started to 'pukul' Haziq on the face. At first Haziq drew back and did not do anything but after a few more 'pukul', Haziq started to return the favor. Heh...I was watching this closely (so did SIL) and let it be for awhile before I pulled Haziq back. Okay...not that I am encouraging him to pukul orang but I wanted him to learn to defend himself. Of course after that I had to explain to him that it's wrong to do such eventhough it was not him who started it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough la for today. I need to do few things now. Toddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey...what is this I read Shah Rukh Khan has been given the title Dato'....OMG...our country is full of jokers la ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-6697382323562746399?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/6697382323562746399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=6697382323562746399&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/6697382323562746399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/6697382323562746399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/10/20-months-old-toddler.html' title='The 20 Months Old Toddler'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPP2hSMS5LI/AAAAAAAAAio/1lRbHpup_i0/s72-c/collage+20mo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-2288578800713698093</id><published>2008-10-13T09:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:47:29.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Handbags by HandBag Planet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKoS4v52dI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ovfv4IhG_ic/s1600-h/handbagplanet.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKoS4v52dI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ovfv4IhG_ic/s400/handbagplanet.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256448757519210962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are a bag lady , you'll be pleased to know that &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://www.handbagplanet.com/"&gt;Handbag Planet&lt;/a&gt; is giving away FREE HANDBAGS every hour for 24 hours to celebrate their launch on October 15, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;all you do is log on to their website at &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://www.handbagplanet.com/"&gt;http://www.handbagplanet.com/&lt;/a&gt;, sign-up and just select the handbag that you would like to win. there are 24 bags to choose from so just choose your favourite! you may just be the lucky owner of one the bags. no shipping, no handling fees &amp;amp; no credit card required. yes ladies, it's really that simple! so tell me... what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows...you might win ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-2288578800713698093?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/2288578800713698093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=2288578800713698093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/2288578800713698093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/2288578800713698093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/10/free-handbags-by-handbag-planet.html' title='Free Handbags by HandBag Planet'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKoS4v52dI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ovfv4IhG_ic/s72-c/handbagplanet.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-259987518023780795</id><published>2008-10-13T08:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:49:57.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REMINDER to myself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got this in the mail this morning. Thot I should post it here as a reminder to myself and just to share with all. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Abang ni balik je kerja, tak nak langsung tolong saya siapkan kerja rumah. Baca suratkhabar, menghadap TV, itu jelah yang awak tahu. Kitakan sama-sama bekerja bang. Saya pun penat macam abang juga.Sekurang-kurangnya buatlah air kopi sendiri, bukannya susah pun. Tukarkan lampin anak ke, ringan sikit kerja saya ni. Nak masak lagi. Abang juga yang nak makan nanti... pot.. pet.. pot.. pet..... " leter Ina kepada suaminya sejurus kembali dari pejabat masing-masing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kalaulah Ina tahu, betapa besar hukuman serta dosanya meleteri suami sendiri,sudah tentu dia tidak akan mengulangi perbuatannya itu. Lebih-lebih lagi, sekiranya Ina menghayati ganjaran pahala yang tidak ternilai kerana berbakti kepada suaminya. Dia tidak akan merasa susah mahupunpenat dalam melaksanakan tanggungjawabnya sebagai isteri dan ibu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dewasa ini boleh dikatakan fenomena isteri meleteri suami atau dalam kata lain tidak menghormati suami. Bagaikan sudah menjadi satu perkara lumrah bagi kebanyakkan pasangan, tanpa sedikitpun merasa bersalah melayani mereka seperti adik lelaki sahaja lagaknya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apa yang lebih mendukacitakan, apabila ada di kalangan isteri yang menyifatkan menjaga peribadinya dengan bersikap sopan terhadap suami sebagai ketinggalan zaman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keadaan ini juga akan menjadi model yang tidak baik kepada anak-anak yang mungkin diwarisi dari satu generasi ke satu generasi lain sehingga akhirnya menjadi satu budaya yang negatif. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Banyak nas al-Quran, terutamanya hadis Nabi yang membincangkan tentang kewajipan isteri mentaati suami, selagi tidak diminta melakukan perbuatan maksiat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabda Rasulullah s. a. w. yang bermaksud: " Jika sekiranya aku berhak menyuruh seseorang supaya sujud kepada seseorang yang lain, nescaya aku menyuruh para isteri sujud kepada suaminya. " Hadis tersebut menerangkan betapa kepatuhan isteri terhadap suami amat diutamakan demi kebaikan sesebuah institusi keluarga, sesuai kedudukannya sebagai pemimpin rumah tangga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Demikian juga halnya ketika junjungan besar Nabi Muhammad s. a. w. mikraj kelangit. Baginda telah dipersaksikan dengan neraka dan penghuninya yang kebanyakkannya terdiri daripada kaum wanita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ali Karramallahu Wajhah berkata: " Aku masuk ke rumah Nabi beserta Fatimah,aku mendapati baginda sedang menangis tersedu-sedan ." Aku bertanya, " Ya Rasulullah, apa yang! membuat anda menangis? " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baginda menjawab, " Ya Ali, pada malam aku diangkat ke langit, aku melihat kaum perempuan daripada umat ku disiksa di neraka dengan bermacam-macam seksaan. Lalu aku menangis kerana begitu berat seksaan mereka yang aku lihat. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MENGHERDIK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baginda antara lain melihat perempuan yang digantungkan dengan lidahnya, sedangkan air panas dituangkan ke dalam tenggoroknya kerana ia telah menyakitidan menyumpah-nyumpah suaminya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ada isteri yang tergamak bercakap kasar malah mengherdik suaminya kerana tidak mendapat apa yang diminta seperti barang kemas, perabot rumah berupa set sofa dan TV rata 29 inci yang menjadi trend semasa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lebih buruk lagi perangai si isteri apabila membanding-bandingkan suami dengan jiran tetangga yang mampu menyediakan barangan terbabit, sekali gus dilabelkan sebagai suami mithali. Bukan tidak boleh sama sekali meminta sesuatu daripada suami tetapi janganlah menggesa mereka menuruti kemahuan anda sehingga membebankan dirinya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sebaliknya, isteri patut bersyukur kerana berpeluang meraih keredhaan Allah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nabi Muhammad s. a. w. bersabda, " Sesungguhnya Allah tidak memandang kepada seorang isteri yang tidak bersyukur kepada suaminya. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hal ini biasa terjadi kepada suami yang miskin, manakala isterinya pula tergolong dalam orang-orang berada, yang suka mengungkit-ungkit mengenai hartanya, apatah lagi yang telah dinafkahkan kepada suaminya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mungkin ia agak sukar untuk dipenuhi apatah lagi bagi isteri yang bekerja,namun percayalah, ia bukan sahaja akan menjadi perkara biasa tetapi juga ringandan lancar, jika kita menganggapnya sebagai ibadah dan juga satu jihad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marilah kita sama-sama merenungi kisah anakanda kesayangan Nabi Muhammad s. a.w. iaitu Fatimah Az-Zahra yang melaksanakan rutin hariannya sebagai seorang suri rumahtangga secara sendirian tanpa pembantu. Fatimah pada suatu hari telah meminta suaminya, Ali pergi menemui Rasulullah s. a. w. dan meminta jasa baik baginda untuk menyerahkan seorang wanita tawanan perang sebagai pembantu rumah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rasulullah bagaimanapun tidak dapat memperkenankan permintaan puterinya kerana semua harta rampasan perang termasuk wanita-wanita itu bukan menjadi milik baginda, tetapi milik negara Islam dan kaum Muslimin seluruhnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baginda tidak dapat memberikan sesuatu yang bukan menjadi miliknya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Permintaan Fatimah itu membimbangkan baginda, bukan kerana tugas berat yang sedang dipikul oleh puterinya itu tetapi disebabkan oleh bayangan keluh kesah seorang isteri yang tertekan akibat tugas-tugas yang perlu dibereskannya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pada sebelah malamnya, baginda telah mengunjungi rumah Fatimah dan menyatakan kepadanya: " Apakah kamu berdua (Fatimah dan Ali) suka kepada satu pemberian yang akan ku berikan ini, sedangkan ia lebih baik daripada apa yang kamu minta siang hari tadi? " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fatimah amat sukacita mendengarkan tawaran tersebut sekalipun dia tidak mengetahui apa bentuknya. Rasulullah menyatakan kepada Fatimah bahawa hendaklah dia membaca Subhanallah, Alhamdulillah dan Allahu Akbar, masing-masing sebanyak 33 kali setiap kali sebelum tidurnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Semenjak itu, wirid yang diajarkan oleh Rasulullah telah menjadi amalan anak dan menantunya. Hasilnya, Fatimah mendapati dia tidak lagi menjadi keluh kesah dalam menghadapi apa jua kerja-kerja sehariannya yang berat, malah merasa cukup bahagia melakukannya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baginya, segala tugasan yang disempurnakannya sebagai seorang suri rumah merupakan satu amalan yang solehah. Dengan taufik Allah, sesungguhnya walauseberat mana sekalipun tugasan yang menanti di rumah, tidak akan memenatkan selagi steri tidak meletakkan dirinya seolah-olah sama taraf dengan suami, walau setinggi mana sekalipun darjatnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kepada para suami, kita sama-sama maklum, dalam zaman moden yang serba mencabar ini terutamanya di bandar-bandar besar,  kita tidak dapat mengelak kos sara hidup yang tinggi sekaligus memerlukan kedua-dua suami isteri keluar bekerja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si isteri telah melakukan pengorbanan mencari rezeki tambahan untuk menyara keluarga yang sepatutnya menjadi tanggungjawab suami. Jadi sudi apalah kiranya sang suami bersama-sama meringankan tugas si isteri seadanya. Bukankah Rasulullahs. a. w. telah berpesan supaya para suami berbuat baik kepada isteri mereka.Jikalau isteri taat kepada kalian, janganlah pula menyusahkan mereka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nabi Muhammad s. a. w. bersabda yang ertinya: " Orang-orang yang terbaik  daripada kamu sekalian adalah yang lebih baik dalam mempergauli keluarganya dan saya adalah yang terbaik dalam mempergauli keluargaku. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bagi kaum wanita &amp;amp; lelaki yg sudah berumah-tangga, marilah kitasama-sama belajar saling tolong-menolong meringankan beban pasangan kita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Semoga kisah tadi membawa menfaat bagi kita semua... insya'Allah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SIKAP ISTERI tidak menghormati SUAMI adalah GEJALA SOSIAL MUSLIM sekarang. Ia dilakukan kerana berfikir bahawa SUAMI mesti buat seperti ISTERI dalam RUMAHTANGGA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TABIAT-ISTERI suka meleteri suami dan TABIAT-SUAMI yang suka meletakkan semua tanggungjawab rumahtangga ke atas bahu isteri semata-mata;  mestilah dihentikan, demi mendidik MENTAL ZURIAT kita ke suatu BUDAYA IBADAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: note to myself - Nauzubillah.....jgn ler I become like one of those  Ameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-259987518023780795?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/259987518023780795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=259987518023780795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/259987518023780795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/259987518023780795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/10/reminder-to-myself.html' title='REMINDER to myself!'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-7671289785098057288</id><published>2008-10-08T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:14:41.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Norge vs Mesia</title><content type='html'>I went to see my Boss just now to get his signature for my time sheet and yesterday's EL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : Emergency leave???Is everything alright???&lt;br /&gt;Me: ooo..it's my son..he has cough and flu...bla...bla...&lt;br /&gt;Boss : Oooo..my son has eye infection....bla...bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..my point is...he asked is everything alright? Pardon me for comparing but I don't get that when I was working for our own national company. When you take leave especially EL people start to question without finding out first the reason. Heh...ape la...Don't have better things to do is it???!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-7671289785098057288?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/7671289785098057288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=7671289785098057288&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7671289785098057288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7671289785098057288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/10/norge-vs-mesia.html' title='Norge vs Mesia'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-2447483619809992892</id><published>2008-10-08T08:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:03:49.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Aidilfitri</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SOwT6tw7TeI/AAAAAAAAAhg/LvgRNN5r9Wc/s1600-h/Collageszai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SOwT6tw7TeI/AAAAAAAAAhg/LvgRNN5r9Wc/s400/Collageszai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254596764672675298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hope it's not too late to wish everyone Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Maaf  Zahir Batin from the three of us. We had a great time and hope all of you did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aftermath of Raya, Haziq and Hubby is down with fever, cough and flu. Sigh. It's all up to Ibu here to be the Supermommy and Superwifey to take care of the household and its occupants of course hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care peeps. Toodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SOwO0Cc7z9I/AAAAAAAAAhY/WqMBFvzgacQ/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-2447483619809992892?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/2447483619809992892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=2447483619809992892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/2447483619809992892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/2447483619809992892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/10/salam-aidilfitri.html' title='Salam Aidilfitri'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SOwT6tw7TeI/AAAAAAAAAhg/LvgRNN5r9Wc/s72-c/Collageszai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-263191629302307750</id><published>2008-10-06T15:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:59:29.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;from me and my family will ya....sheeessshhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-263191629302307750?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/263191629302307750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/263191629302307750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/10/stay-away.html' title='Stay Away...'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-5839328266656355337</id><published>2008-09-24T15:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:33:07.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I read this&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/9/24/nation/20080924143912&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt; jus&lt;/a&gt;t now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help but  wonder about those sufficient number of MPs who are willing to cross over as claimed by you know who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they crossing over for the nation's sake. For free?Because they want to change the political scenario in Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are they getting something out of the cross-over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its' for the former, then I have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it's for the latter.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then God help us all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-5839328266656355337?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/5839328266656355337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=5839328266656355337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/5839328266656355337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/5839328266656355337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wonder.html' title='I Wonder'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-7720916515185686642</id><published>2008-09-24T11:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:41:29.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satu Hari....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;saya nak mula memasak. Saya pun letak la lesung batu saya di tengah-tengah dapur saya yang sangat sempit itu. Haziq minta saya cornflakes. Memikirkan masa makan lambat lagi, saya pun beri la dia snek berupa cornflakes di dalam mangkuk plastiknyer dan terus sambung balik kerja saya tadi. Ooo...saya tengah kupas bawang masa tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tibe-tibe saya pusing belakang....ape yang saya nampak???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haziq tengah cangkung....semua cornflakes yang saya beri dia tadi dicampakkan ke dalam lesung batu saya tadi dan Haziq mula menumbuk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya bersuara "Haziq...what are you doing???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haziq pandang saya sambil tersengih....saya geram tapi tak jadi nak marah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya pergi ke Haziq...amik lesung itu dan letakkan di dalam sinki di mana Haziq tidak boleh amik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya beritau dia...ini bukan mainan okay...Ibu nak masak ni..plus this thing is dangerous...kot jatuh atas kaki Haziq kang cmner??? Haziq protes la ape lagi. Saya 'rasuah' dia dengan calciyum. Haziq gembira semula dan pergi ke ruang tamu menikmati snek baru dia itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pengajaran: jgn letak lesung batu dan biarkan anak anda di dapur lame2 sgt.kot dia pun nk masak sekali nanti hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-7720916515185686642?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/7720916515185686642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=7720916515185686642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7720916515185686642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7720916515185686642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/09/satu-hari.html' title='Satu Hari....'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-7388860441546901810</id><published>2008-09-22T08:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:47:00.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita Pasal Haziq</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This blog was created so that I can jot down stories about my Haziq and also my life but somehow  somewhere it got diverted. Not that I have nothing to blog about but there's so many things to tell I just don't know where to start. I'm gonna try start somewhere today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see....what's new about my boy. Haziq is now like a parrot and a sponge. He will repeat every single word I say to him, to his Ayah, to anyone. He does it quite well actually but of course a bit pelat. He learns fast anything that you teach him but as always it will depend on his mood. This I've learned to accept that at his age, staying 100% focus is not easy. So....I'm not gonna be a kiasu mommy and force him hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves music a lot and would dance to any music that catches his ear including his Ayah's mobile ring tone. Usually during weekends we would both wake up early to watch Pingu. Haziq calls it 'Gu'. He likes the Transformers new advert and will follow the theme song and sing 'Mers' (Transformers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cannot stand being left alone in the living room to play by himself, while I cook in the kitchen. He will drag me to the living room to be beside him and give that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kesian&lt;/span&gt; face, which makes it hard for me to prepare food for iftar everyday. It's a havoc I tell you in the evening. I have to be quick. Heat the pan....pour oil, Haziq comes in and drag me. I follow him and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;layan&lt;/span&gt; him for awhile to distract him. Then I rush back to put whatever I need to cook in the pan...stir...stir...Haziq is already at my legs begging me to 'tang' (dukung) him. So I carry him, bring him to the living room again...and the cycle repeats again until Hubby reach home. Hubby will resume entertaining him while I resume with my cooking. Phheewww....if I'm lucky Haziq will not come back to drag me but sometimes he wants me to be with him and his Ayah in the living room. Aiiiyyyooo......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to potty train him during weekends. So far Alhamdulillah he knows when to tell me when he needs to pee but sometimes....haha...he just ehem ehem  at any corner he feels comfortable. I try to take him to the toilet every half hour or so but sometimes I tend to forget. Never mind, I will have to try harder.' Small business' 40% trained, 'Big business' 0% trained.  Haziq will only tell me he has defecated once he has finished, be it with or without his pampers. Sigh. Along way to go here. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His vocabs are getting wider now I think. He knows his body parts,well most of them la. I feel I am not giving him enough time to sit down and teach him. I only spend time with him few hours on weekdays in the evening and at night before he falls asleep (or I fall asleep first hihii).  So that leaves me with weekends. I try to spend more time with him...talking, playing, bla bla...I try to talk to him as much as possible emphasizing on new words for him to learn. I hope this will work. Naaahh.. I don't mind at all of he's a bit behind from all those baby progress charts. I tell myself I should let him learn at his own pace so that learning will be fun for him. I don't want to have to force him so that I can tell people...Oooo Haziq can already read his ABC...Haziq can do this ...Haziq can do that....that would be so kiasu of me kan kan...of course I do blog about his progress here in this humble space of mine for my safe keeping and record and future reference :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ape lagi ni before I end this post haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhmmmm...Haziq knows how to slip on his sandals, take it off, take off his pants. He has yet to learn putting on his pants. Along way to go with putting on his shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't eat much which makes me a bit worried but Dr Ong said not to force him coz he will eat when he's hungry. So ok la then. Fine. He still drinks 8oz of his milk 4-5 times a day (ni satu hal..mahal sungguh susu dia skang nih. I insist we continue with this brand although the price has hiked up ridiculously...biar ler I cut down on other expenses rather than compromising what's best for Haziq...kan...kan. Lagipun dekat Giant the price is still ok compared to other supermarkets...ye betullll....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot make him put on his car seat safety belt properly. He will free both his hands himself and leave only the buckle securing his body. Aaarrggghhh...tension saya. So, I have to always be alert when in the car with him. Any idea how to make him not do that???? This is the same when it comes to sitting in his stroller. He wouldnt let us put on the harness but only the buckle securing his body. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantrums??? Oooo..boy does has he tantrums. At times he can make me go bananas with his antics, at times he makes my heart melt. Tough job la weeeii being a mommy eh....but a lot of fun hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ym &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ed &lt;/span&gt;with&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my bestfriend's mommy last week, and she gave several tips on how to handle toddlers. She has successfully handled four mind.  Hopefully I can implement some if not all of her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tactics&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...enough babbling from me as of this moment. Cuci mata la dgn gambar2 berikut ok. Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SNcAA5mmdsI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/5hFCbQLLWoE/s1600-h/DSC_0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SNcAA5mmdsI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/5hFCbQLLWoE/s200/DSC_0997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248663906186327746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;ibu is trying to enjoy the sunset but haziq is trying meddle with the wheels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SNb_xC6AonI/AAAAAAAAAfI/rDb4FGsLtJI/s1600-h/DSC_0813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SNb_xC6AonI/AAAAAAAAAfI/rDb4FGsLtJI/s200/DSC_0813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248663633805746802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;i love this ride...can we take this home plsss???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SNb_haOy3oI/AAAAAAAAAfA/hQbcWvVuz0I/s1600-h/DSC_1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SNb_haOy3oI/AAAAAAAAAfA/hQbcWvVuz0I/s200/DSC_1033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248663365189033602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;see im swimming...look at me flapping my feet ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SNb_RfeWBzI/AAAAAAAAAe4/wee6YNdf59M/s1600-h/DSC_0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SNb_RfeWBzI/AAAAAAAAAe4/wee6YNdf59M/s200/DSC_0957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248663091718522674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;ibu how come we dont have one of these back home..i looiikkeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-7388860441546901810?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/7388860441546901810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=7388860441546901810&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7388860441546901810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7388860441546901810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/09/cerita-pasal-haziq.html' title='Cerita Pasal Haziq'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SNcAA5mmdsI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/5hFCbQLLWoE/s72-c/DSC_0997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-5524163488837620977</id><published>2008-09-18T09:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:17:16.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handsmocked Clothes for Your Darling Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Good news to all mommies who would love to see their princesses in cute adorable smockings. Aunty Sirima, Han's mommy (Han is one of my bestest friend ever!) is selling handsmocked clothes. You can view them &lt;a href="http://www.babysmocking.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Some of them are made entirely from 100&amp;amp; Thai silk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do drop by and see for yourself. Too bad I don't have a daughter (yet)...hehe...if not....dah borong dah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-5524163488837620977?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/5524163488837620977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=5524163488837620977&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/5524163488837620977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/5524163488837620977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/09/handsmocked-clothes-for-your-darling.html' title='Handsmocked Clothes for Your Darling Princess'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-3120851352591543189</id><published>2008-09-17T10:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:36:43.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Engineer Month!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SNBrY5Y_FiI/AAAAAAAAAeo/qBiKVQZQ1-s/s1600-h/New+Picture.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SNBrY5Y_FiI/AAAAAAAAAeo/qBiKVQZQ1-s/s320/New+Picture.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246811641353279010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To all my engineer friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="style35"&gt;Famous  Engineers of our times:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uncwil.edu/preeng/egn101/famous.html" target="_blank" class="style38"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;" class="style21" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack Welsh&lt;/strong&gt; - former Chairman and CEO, General  Electric Company, chemical engineer.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Amar Bose&lt;/strong&gt; - founder of the Bose Corp., former MIT  electrical engineering professor, electrical engineer.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Neil  Armstrong&lt;/strong&gt; - astronaut, aeronautical engineer.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Scott Adams&lt;/strong&gt; - cartoonist and  creator of "Dilbert".&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Rowan  Atkinson - &lt;/strong&gt;British comedian, best known for his starring roles in the television series "Blackadder” and "Mr Bean”, and several films including Four Weddings And A Funeral. Atkinson attended first Manchester then Oxford University on an electrical engineering degree.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Alexander  Graham Bell&lt;/strong&gt;, inventor of the telephone. He also worked in medical research and invented techniques for teaching speech to the deaf. In 1888 he founded the National Geographic Society.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;" class="style21" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;" class="style21" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SNBswCYlK7I/AAAAAAAAAew/6lY_-UKCIk8/s1600-h/proengin_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SNBswCYlK7I/AAAAAAAAAew/6lY_-UKCIk8/s400/proengin_c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246813138416118706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;World without engineers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br 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Month!!'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SNBrY5Y_FiI/AAAAAAAAAeo/qBiKVQZQ1-s/s72-c/New+Picture.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-1295233427982182620</id><published>2008-09-13T05:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T05:38:10.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;this is definitely weird....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because within this few weeks....i dreamt that i was pregnant.....TWICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i repeat...TWICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember vaguely in my dream i was super excited to feel the baby kicking inside my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo TuhanKu....mainan tidur atau apakah ini? maybe syaitan yang mengganggu???eh...lupe basuh kaki and baca doa ker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have to admit...as much as it was just a dream....best gak if it's true kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's what i intend to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;for the time being i'll just ignore the dream and continue with my life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if...within this few weeks the dream comes back again, then i will have to seriously think about it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;or....hello zai.....jangan nak over....rilex la...it's just a dream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...maybe i got a bit paranoid. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la...nak citer tu jer.nanti i update if there is anything to update la...kalau takde then you'll know la kan... hehehe...nak wat laundry sat. toodles :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-1295233427982182620?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/1295233427982182620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=1295233427982182620&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/1295233427982182620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/1295233427982182620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/09/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-2553642188946932724</id><published>2008-09-12T08:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:59:13.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts/Babblings/Grumblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;How's your Ramadhan so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya dah ponteng puasa 6 hari...huhu. In 2006 I managed to fast the whole month...preggie kan at that time. Bliss :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been very tiring these few days. Is it the weather...or because I'm fasting or it's just the age factor? Beats me. I think it's the fasting month. Can't be the age factor coz I'm still young (at heart for sure!) .hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry has no hala tujuan coz I just felt like babbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been cooking everyday for iftar and now I'm out of ideas of what to cook. Any ideas guys? I already have a menu in mind for tonight. I'm preparing lamb chop, mashed potatoes and veges for iftar tonite. Yummy...Anyone know how to make good mint sauce. Still struggling to get it right. Don't know why can't get the same taste as Han's mommmy does it. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Raya will be celebrated at IL's place first. Sedih. Well not really la. It's Hubbs turn this year to be with his family first. We take turns each year so i think its fair enough. Maybe on the evening of second raya or morning third raya we'll head for Ipoh. Can't wait for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't done any raya shopping. I need to buy something for my parents, ILs,my youngest brother, Haziq's babysitter and family and also for myself and Hubby. Probably Haziq will only need a new pair of shoes. He has bundles of new clothes that he has yet to wear which I got for him when I was in Norway. So that settles one thing. I just need a matching tudung to go with my baju kurung and a new telekung. Hubby needs....eeerrr...alamak. I can't remember what he said he needs. Goodness....pelupe nyer saya ini. Balik nanti have to ask him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird...this year I haven't tempah any kuih raya. Unlike when I was in previous co, awal puasa dah ada org amik tempahan for kuih raya. ahaha. I'm not making any if you're wondering. maybe one fine day when I have my dream kitchen I'll consider baking cookies myself, until then I'll just tunjuk with my jari which kuih raya I want.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has watched SATC????Am I the only who has yet to enjoy the movie? Sangat ketinggalan saya ini. I think I may need to pay a visit to Digital Mall soon. Ooooo...I miss JB. I miss that shop I frequent quite often for my supplies of the latest (clearest!) DVDs. For RM5 each. And if you buy more than 5 I think, you get one FREE!. Best kan. I think I want to pujuk Hubby to drive down to JB after raya. Not only for the DVDs but also for.....makan-banyak-tk-ingat session. I want tauhu bakar, ikan bakar and lai chi kang panas at Dataran Johor, I want soto at Kg Pasir Puteh, I want Asam Pedas and nasi lemak kukus sedap and sotong goreng tepung at Senibung.Ni mengidam ke teringin ni??? Tah ler. Heaven nyer....harap2 Hubby bersetuju nanti :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasar ramadhan kat maner yg best ek? Tak pernah went to any so far. Last year somehow Hubby likes to go to the one in PJ. Yang dekat dgn masjid tu. Section bape ek? Can't remember. This year Hubbs has somehow lost the interest to jalan-jalan carik makan for buka. That could in the end mean only one thing. Saya perlu la masak hahah. Hey...I am beginning to enjoy cooking. The things is it's not that I dont know how to cook. it's just I don't like to cook. I hate the preparing the ingredients part. Potong bawang la...siang ikan la..bla...bla...bla...the cooking part is fine. Campak ajer sume lam periuk/kuali. I also hate the kemas after masak part. Leceh tul Basuh itu...basuh ini...haha. Kan bagus kalau ada maid. Then she can do that all for me. It saves my time and energy. Haha. As much as I wish that we have a maid I am actually not ready to give up on our privacy. Not yet! I'm not ready yet to have a stranger living with us. Tapi tak tau la kan...if one day we change our minds....we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh...it's friday today...yeeeyyy. I have plans this weekend. Gonna visit a friend who just gave birth to her second daughter. Then gonna take Haziq for his haircut, then need to buy groceries, the gonna accompany Hubbs to visit his friend who is in ICU (scary ok!). We heard that he has some kind of infection in his body and now in coma. I was shocked upon hearing this coz I know this guy quite well even way back when Hubbs and I was still courting. Only we haven't met him for quite sometime. Please pray for him okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woww...I can't believe I've written this much. I think if there's a device that can automatically transfer all my inner thoughts without having me to type it out using my cute long fingers(haha...pasan tahap gaban), you'd get a lengthy entry than this haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles dearies...zai now has to resume with her work...aarrgghhh....kena ngadap lagi itu analysis ....somebody put a bullet in my head.... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-2553642188946932724?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/2553642188946932724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=2553642188946932724&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/2553642188946932724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/2553642188946932724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-thoughtsbabblingsgrumblings.html' title='Random Thoughts/Babblings/Grumblings'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-5099849701733481885</id><published>2008-09-04T09:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:16:14.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bali Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hello peeps...this is the Bali entry that I promised quite sometime ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Phhheeewwww. 5 days and 4 nights there was heaven. I was very nervous prior to the trip coz it was the first time Haziq will travel by plane and I seriously do not know what to expect/anticipate from him. Although both Hubby and I have already foresee that we will not have any peace and quiet because the little tyke will surely want to move around. Yes. That's exactly what happened. Thank God that we took a seat for him instead of trying to save some moolah and make him seat on my or hubby's lap. Overall, Haziq was fairly behaved haha. He even made 'friends' with the Korean boy sitting behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We left LCCT at about 11ish and reached Bali at 1440 hrs. Our tourist guide Pak Made was already waiting for us and from there we headed to Kintamani. We skipped the Kecak dance because I dont think it was a good idea as they start to perform at 6.30pm. We had an early dinner instead at Jimbaran. One word for Jimbaran : magnificent! Imagine having dinner by the beach and then watch the sun set. Bliss. We settled down for the night after that to rest and start our tour the next day. We stayed at Kuta Beach Resort and I think we made the right choice to stay here coz it's so convenient. It's walking distance to their famour Matahari Mall (the one that was damaged by that infamous bomb incident several years ago. Our tourist guide infact showed us the location where it happened. Takut gak ok). From our hotel we could also just walk to Kuta Beach, Hard Rock Cafe and lotsa branded shop outlet.  I'll feast you with some of the pictures taken there as usual (from moi D80).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SL3q5uRkXkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Lw6In5eVt9k/s1600-h/DSC_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SL3q5uRkXkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Lw6In5eVt9k/s320/DSC_0121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241603818724286018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hi ya all...this is my 1st air ride...yippieee... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SL3rzclokkI/AAAAAAAAAdw/T-vYzDSJoRQ/s1600-h/DSC_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SL3rzclokkI/AAAAAAAAAdw/T-vYzDSJoRQ/s320/DSC_0163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241604810409022018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kintamani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SL3sUSJChEI/AAAAAAAAAd4/fGv5xuknLvY/s1600-h/DSC_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SL3sUSJChEI/AAAAAAAAAd4/fGv5xuknLvY/s320/DSC_0205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241605374540416066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sunset at Jimbaran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SL3s5u1AopI/AAAAAAAAAeA/C7cUo3JnQVM/s1600-h/DSC_0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SL3s5u1AopI/AAAAAAAAAeA/C7cUo3JnQVM/s320/DSC_0463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241606017896194706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One of the temples...hehe...I seriously cant remember which one :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SL3tRrT__sI/AAAAAAAAAeI/pxIpt1Jvzj4/s1600-h/DSC_0984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SL3tRrT__sI/AAAAAAAAAeI/pxIpt1Jvzj4/s320/DSC_0984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241606429269294786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sunset at Kuta Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Notice there's no pictures of sunrise but sunset here...hehe...bangun lmbt nak tgk sun rise ape nyer la kan. What can I say...I love Bali. The people are very friendly and nice. Other places that we managed to go was Tanah Lot, Bedegul, Nusa Dua Beach, and....eerrr...tk ingat. More pictures posted at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mukabuku&lt;/span&gt; ok. What we bought??? I think we managed to buy quite a lot. T-shirts for the family, beaded slippers, keychains, ehem..ehem...something for myself, and all of us got something from Hard Rock too. Haziq got his first Hard Rock Tee...hehe...spoilt I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was splendid too. It was worth the value that we paid for the package. Eh...right nowI just feel like going there just for dinner at Jimbaran and then come back haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're definitely coming back one day in the future. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wrap up, all of us had a great time....just the 3 of us. I love going away with my boys.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-5099849701733481885?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/5099849701733481885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=5099849701733481885&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/5099849701733481885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/5099849701733481885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/08/bali-trip.html' title='Bali Trip'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SL3q5uRkXkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Lw6In5eVt9k/s72-c/DSC_0121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-4434263957592274989</id><published>2008-09-03T09:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:57:53.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lovely Piece</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This was in my mailbox this morning and I must share this with you all. I can't help but smile while reading this and it also brought tears to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MOTHERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Real Mothers don't eat quiche; they don't have time to make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils are probably in the sandbox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Real Mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens and happy kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Real Mothers know that dried play dough doesn't come out of carpets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Real Mothers don't want to know what the vacuum just sucked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Real Mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?' and get their answer when a little voice says,  'Because I love you best.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Real Mothers know that a child's growth is not measured by height or years or grade...It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    The Images of Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    4 YEARS OF AGE - My Mommy can do anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    8 YEARS OF AGE - My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    12 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother doesn't really know quite everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    14 YEARS OF AGE - Naturally, Mother doesn't know that, either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    16 YEARS OF AGE - Mother? She's hopelessly old-fashioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    18 YEARS OF AGE - That old woman? She's way out of date!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   25 YEARS OF AG E - Well, she might know a little bit about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   35 YEARS OF AGE - Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   45 YEARS OF AGE - Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   65 YEARS OF AGE - Wish I could talk it over with Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-4434263957592274989?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/4434263957592274989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=4434263957592274989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4434263957592274989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4434263957592274989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/09/lovely-piece.html' title='A Lovely Piece'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-99679453951715142</id><published>2008-09-02T10:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:17:12.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Berpuasa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...to all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mintak mahap ye kalau ada tersalah dan silap....termakan dan minum..harap halalkan :)&lt;br /&gt;Hope your Ramadhan this year will be a fulfilling one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/: I'm at work...it's only 10.15a.m and I can't open my eyes and it doesn't help that the air condition in this office is super duper cold. Can I get thru the day???will let you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-99679453951715142?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/99679453951715142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=99679453951715142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/99679453951715142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/99679453951715142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/09/selamat-berpuasa.html' title='Selamat Berpuasa!'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-916023334974063489</id><published>2008-08-30T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:30:10.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cause I'm a bad mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately Haziq has changed his sleeping routine. Before this, latest by 9 pm he would already be fast asleep and I can continue with my house chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these last few days have been really challenging for me. Haziq refuses to sleep as usual but will only surrender himself close to midnite leaving me an unhappy 'zombie'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fine that he wants to stay up late and play but the thing is he wants me to sit beside him and do nothing. This makes me a bit 'angry' with him because he has no idea the zillions things I have to do  around that tiny place called home and I'm racing with the time. sigh. End result, you have a stressed mommy and a crying baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't shot me yet???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I don't want to spoil Haziq, sometimes I bite my words. Hubby said I'm spoiling him by giving him whatever he wants. Hubby believes we should not all the time adhere to his request of playing things which are not playable for a toddler. You know how toddlers are. The things that we forbid them from playing are the things that they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....Hubby's method is to ignore his crying and let him calm himself down but on the other hand I do not have the heart to see him cry. I cepat cair when Haziq give me that muka seposen look upon not getting what he wants. I also do not want to have extra work to do when Haziq starts to cough after crying and then vommit. That's why sometimes I give in and let him play with whatever he wants. Plus Hubby added that Haziq is extra 'mengada' when I'm around. MANJA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me...how do I handle a toddler refuses to sleep although it's obvious that he is extremely sleepy and who sometimes uses crying as a method to get his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conversation with my Mom and another experienced Mommy this morning, they told me this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haziq wants my/our attention that is why he starts to cry whenever he's upset about something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mama said you have to put yourself in his position. He's been at his babysitter's place for more than 8 hours everyday and you expect him to sleep after 2-3 hours of time with you??? (darn...I'm stupid!).  If he can talk he would say that he wants to spend time with you but for now he expresses his feelings through his cry for attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If he wants to play with something, let him as long as it's not dangerous for him. Child's brain develops while exploring things around him. He will learn faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't just give him toys to play with...give him lotsa love...he needs it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The housechores can wait but the precious time that you're spending with him comes only once. When he's all grown up you will miss this time (sedih part ni ok). So, if he wants you to sit beside him...sit...if he wants you to cuddle him ...cuddle...if he wants to mess your tupperware cabinet....mess with him...huhuu....most important is to capture and cherish every second with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Relax....don't take it too hard on myself and enjoy the ride (yeah...I think I am pushing myself too much...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel much better now. I just bought a book called Toddle Tactics. In it there's advice on communicating with your toddler, discipline and good manners,good eating habits, routines for play and sleep, toilet training and family dynamics. Wish me luck ok in my quest to become a better parent. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SLgjMapu6fI/AAAAAAAAAdg/qe_IGa7Mm8s/s1600-h/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SLgjMapu6fI/AAAAAAAAAdg/qe_IGa7Mm8s/s400/DSC_0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239976862665337330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Relax ler Ibu... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-916023334974063489?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/916023334974063489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=916023334974063489&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/916023334974063489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/916023334974063489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/08/shoot-me.html' title='Shoot Me...'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SLgjMapu6fI/AAAAAAAAAdg/qe_IGa7Mm8s/s72-c/DSC_0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-2865484243824468868</id><published>2008-08-27T09:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:02:06.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Once But Twice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;terkantoi with moi boss surfing the net...uhuk. The thing is while waiting for my software to run and produce me with some good news I like to surf the net. I like to multi-task (kononnyer). Sometimes I'd do my internet banking while waiting. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This morning I just clicked the google reader and suddenly he appeared from behind "How's it going?" (FYI....he's Norwegian. Norwegians are very polite. I like). Terkejut saya. Benci betul. Time I am 110% into my work, he doesn't want to drop by, when I divert a bit there he is sneaking up behind me. Last two weeks was another incident. I was 'busy' uploading pictures from our recent trip (Hub's lappy crashed so tk leh nk wat kt umah) out of nowhere he was already standing beside me. Lam bilik dia ada CCTV ke ape? No, wait. Tak mungkin. Fortunate enough my Boss ni is also into Photography. So when he saw the 'manual' on my table. He asked me whether I own 'it' and asked if it's with me at the moment. So end up he took a chair sat beside me and was busy clicking away my ehem ehem DSLR (:p). He even showed pictures in his website from his recent cycling trip and shared some tips. Hehe... cool kan my boss.&lt;/span&gt; Lagipun, I kinda know that he cannot be angry with me sangat coz dia pun leh tahan gak 'multitasking' dia time2 tgh free wakakak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okla...nak citer tu jer. I have to jot this down so that one day when I am giving Haziq speech aka bebel on work...or about being nice to your boss or ape2 la yang related I can show him this entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haziq...you can follow my footstep part multi-tasking tuh but not the kantoi with the boss part unless your boss is a Norwegian...kalau Melayu jangan nak oooiii jangan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nak sambung wat keja (see....i told u i can multi task) hehe...kang ada plak yang diri behind me tibe2 hihiii &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-2865484243824468868?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/2865484243824468868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=2865484243824468868&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/2865484243824468868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/2865484243824468868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-once-but-twice.html' title='Not Once But Twice...'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-4509604883560069615</id><published>2008-08-25T11:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:03:08.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Award????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SLItWUMSArI/AAAAAAAAAdY/L0ZVMCPHLIs/s1600-h/Brillante_Weblog_Award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238299177985901234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SLItWUMSArI/AAAAAAAAAdY/L0ZVMCPHLIs/s320/Brillante_Weblog_Award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey...I got this award from &lt;a href="http://permatahatiku-sadi.blogspot.com/"&gt;SaDi&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks dear. And thanks for reading this humble (sometimes or most of the time mundane blog :p ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant Weblog is a prize given to sites and blogs that are smart and brilliant both in their content and their design. The purpose of the prize is to promote as many blogs as possible in the blogsphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules to follow :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Put the logo on your blog&lt;br /&gt;2) Add a link to the person who awarded you&lt;br /&gt;3) Nominate at least 7 other blogs&lt;br /&gt;4) Add links to those blogs on yours&lt;br /&gt;5) Leave a message for your nominees on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite 7 blogs are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://wittyareya.blogspot.com/"&gt;anis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://bumpylittlebaby.blogspot.com/"&gt;dotty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://rafiqaheliza.blogspot.com/"&gt;rafiqah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://niquenaque.blogspot.com/"&gt;nik&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://olyn-and-more.blogspot.com/"&gt;olyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://nanarizqman2.blogspot.com/"&gt;nana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://thezyi.blogspot.com/"&gt;mrs zyi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish I could give the award to more than 7 people tsk...tsk....as I do have a long list of my favorite blogs. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy the award peeps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;zai&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-4509604883560069615?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/4509604883560069615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=4509604883560069615&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4509604883560069615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4509604883560069615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/08/award.html' title='Award????'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SLItWUMSArI/AAAAAAAAAdY/L0ZVMCPHLIs/s72-c/Brillante_Weblog_Award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-4161545220861176881</id><published>2008-08-25T09:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:55:57.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zai's 'Hectic Life' In A Flash</title><content type='html'>Greetings peeps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been up to lately (not that many of you want to know hehe)???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We (read:moi,hubby &amp;amp; Haziq) just got back from our Bali trip about 2 weeks back. I will post that in another entry I promise. Overall we had a blast with minor glitch and hiccups.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Met up with the darques (han, nik and loady) @ Marmalade BV II last week I think to catch up with each other. Although most of the time I was busy keeping up with Haziq ha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haziq received his 18 months jab last week. He did not cry a bit at all. I was quite surprised because I was anticipating a lil' bit of drama to come along after that but hey...what do ya know. He took it like a real man. Ibu is soooo proud of you. However, it was not all happy dovey (ada ke such word ek) when at 4pm Haziq's babysitter called and told me Haziq has a temperature, refused his food, milk and kept on complaining his arm 'akit'. Hubby and I rushed back to fetch him and took him to his Pead Dr Ong in Ampang. Doctor said it could either be the injection or the diarrhea that could cause the fever. Ooo the previous day Haziq had diarrhea. Not sure what  caused it. Fortunate enough his temperature was not too high 37.7C. He has slight fever so Dr Ong inserted that bullet thingy into him &lt;em&gt;ehem ehem&lt;/em&gt; to lower down his temperature. I stayed at home the next day just to keep an eye on him. He was ok and himself again the next day Thank God :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had breakfast with Miss Olyn on Saturday at Marmalade @ BV II (again!). Conclusion from the session : Haziq needs to go on playdate and mingle around toddlers his age as frequent as possible. I noticed that sometimes Haziq doesn't know how to play together with other toddler. It's either he gets very passive and retreat from the group or he will look at me kinda like asking me what to do or he won't share his toys. Aaarrggghhh....need to help him improve his social skills la...ke am being too paranoid and over acting ha???how ler???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday afternoon headed to Ampang to attend my exhousemate's wedding. She got married to my exofficemate, ha...what do ya know. Ini ler dikatekan jodoh kan. Anyway...congrats to Hani and Azuwan. All the best to both of you. We excused ourselves early to go to our next social commitment...Aidan's 2nd Birthday party at &lt;a href="http://bumpylittlebaby.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dot's&lt;/a&gt; place in Kota Damansara. Actually we were fortunate that Haziq slept throughout the wedding and only woke up half way to Kota Damansara. So takde ler drama2 yang tidak diingini.  I changed from my baju kurung to a more casual outfit in the car hahaha....serious. It was nice to meet Dotty &amp;amp; co though did not had the chance to chat2 with her but Dot....the party was awesome. Love the party favors. Haziq loves the ball and the whistle (cume I yg kengkadang sakit telinga haha...tp nvm as long as he's happy I'm fine with it). We went back straight after that to rest. Dinner time Hubby felt like having hot soup campur. So off we went to the nearest shop at our house. Phheewww....there....snippets of my simple(mundane?) life. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;No pictures la this entry. Nanti ler ye I post some. How was your week???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s : ada sesape nak g wat mani and pedi...tulun....ajak ler saya ek...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-4161545220861176881?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/4161545220861176881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=4161545220861176881&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4161545220861176881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4161545220861176881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/08/zais-hectic-life-in-flash.html' title='Zai&apos;s &apos;Hectic Life&apos; In A Flash'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-9204493190211576897</id><published>2008-07-31T10:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:52:34.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on the little boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I haven't been updating Haziq's development here. Bad Ibu. I'm still amazed with how Haziq is nowadays. He has turned into a very curious boy always eager to find out how things work. This is good but sometimes it can really test my patience and boy do I have very limit of it. I just can't keep up with him. Everyday he learns new words either by me teaching him or he himself observing us (which makes it important that we watch what we say in front of him).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here are some of him antics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ibu - Ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ayah - Ayah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Grandma - Ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Grandpa - Pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Atok - Atok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nenek - Nek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Haziq - Ajiq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Abah - Abah (he calls his babysitter's husband Abah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ummi - Mi (Kak Ani.his babysitter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Iman - Man (Haziq's cousin)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ball - ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;bird - bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;fish - ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;train - tain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;baby - baby (i've been teaching him for quite sometime but he never followed until the other day when he saw the box of the gripe water, there'a a baby picture on it. Haziq pointed to the picture and said 'baby'....mak dia..of course ternganga....hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;panas - anas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hot - ot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;jatuh - tuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;tumpah - pah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;good - gud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hot - ot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;bye - baaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;cat - yaaaauuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;dog - dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;nose - nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;mouth - mau (haha yg ni kelakar skit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;cow - mooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;adoi - adooohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;air - air&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;no - no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yes - eshh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's all I can recall at the moment. I wish I have the opportunity to record all his progress (tapi apakan dayaku).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Haziq listens to instructions quite well be it in English or Malay, for example, Haziq..go wake Ayah up..he will into the room and kiss his Ayah and tepuk his Ayah's face, once he finishes his milk...I'll tell him go put your bottle in the sink and wipe your mouth...he will oblige but sometimes oooo sometimes it depends on his mood. I see that he now develops his own way of showing his frustrations or anger. He golekkan badan on the floor. Yes....aaarrgghhh...this is the part where I get so stressed out. Bukan main lagi tunjuk perasaan ok anak teruna ku sorang nih. Mau ajer kugigit pipi itu...ooo wait...I always do. He has temper I tell you. I'm kinda worried coz I see me in him. Short-tempered and easily irritated. I have to be extra careful and smart to tackle this one. Ooo btw, did I mention he has lost some of his baby fat. That's good but I can't help but miss that adorable chubby cheek I used to nibble and kiss everyday....sigh. When you asked him to kiss you he will give you his cheek and say muaaahhh. Hhmm..ok la tuh kan. No more saliva hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I also notice that he showed interest in fast cars. The other day MIL was scrolling the TV program and stopped at a channel showing F1 race. Haziq immediately showed interest and started babbling while pointing at the TV and then talking to me. God knows what he was talking about but it was nice to see that he shows the same interest as his parents. Maybe one we'll take him to circuit. He also loves his big truck, Postman Pat van, I guess it's natural for boys to love this kind of toys kan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hide and seek...is one of our favorite game at home. I will go hide and he will find me but the funny part is when its his turn to hide. He will only hide his face....ye betul. Macam ostriches hide their head in the ground...my son does the similar. Ooo TuhanKu..pecah perut ketawa tengok kan si Haziq. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When he does something that makes me geram...I sometimes blurted out Ya Allah Haziq....aha...Haziq reply ape you may ask. &lt;em&gt;Ya awwah ajiiiq...&lt;/em&gt;and kerutkan his forehead *ibu:slap forehead again and again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I took him on his first train ride last two weeks. We took the monorail from Jln Imbi to KL Sentral to meet up with my friends. Haziq just cannot sit still. One moment he wants to stand by the window, the next he wants to stand own his own and hold the pole, next he wants to sit on my lap. Lucky there were not many people in the train. Had lunch with ex-colleagues at McD. Haziq saw the fries and immediately wanted them. Sigh...he refuses his porridge. This is not good. After this no more fast food for us. We took the cab back to Jln Imbi where I parked the car as I do not have the energy anymore to chase after Haziq running around in KL Sentral with extra two paper bags in my hands. hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;From our balcony we can see the train passes-by. We would usually sit there and watch the train...Haziq will wave and say &lt;em&gt;baa tain...&lt;/em&gt;He will quickly run outside when he hears the train just to wave at it but now it's either he's getting smarter or lazier (im hoping it's the former) that whenever he hears the train from inside our apartment, he just wave bye bye without running outside anymore and nonchalantly continue with what ever he is doing haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I met up with another ex-colleague last week at Great Eastern Mall. While waiting we went into the British India outlet. I was going thru the stuff with Haziq (surprisingly) willing to sit in his stroller. I asked him..Haziq...is this one pretty???cantik tak??? &lt;em&gt;teeeiikkkkk&lt;/em&gt;....semua cantik for Haziq. Wallet Ibu kopak la if like that Haziq:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When I hand him his milk bottle, he will say &lt;em&gt;cih.&lt;/em&gt; Been trying to make him say thank you but so far no success yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When you tell him the food or drink is hot, Haziq will blow at it hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So there....I've managed to jot down whatever that I can remember at the moment. One day I will let Haziq read this and hope we'll have a good laugh together :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SJjzAJtAPOI/AAAAAAAAAdA/nKGMw8d4HAk/s1600-h/s743403455_809902_6354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231198151121059042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SJjzAJtAPOI/AAAAAAAAAdA/nKGMw8d4HAk/s400/s743403455_809902_6354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SJjzJ32juyI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/phKI9SX76mg/s1600-h/s743403455_809905_9177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231198318127987490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SJjzJ32juyI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/phKI9SX76mg/s400/s743403455_809905_9177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SJjzFY9wnkI/AAAAAAAAAdI/N2E7ts_g0wo/s1600-h/s743403455_809904_8285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231198241117216322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SJjzFY9wnkI/AAAAAAAAAdI/N2E7ts_g0wo/s400/s743403455_809904_8285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My big boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SJjzFY9wnkI/AAAAAAAAAdI/N2E7ts_g0wo/s1600-h/s743403455_809904_8285.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SJjzFY9wnkI/AAAAAAAAAdI/N2E7ts_g0wo/s1600-h/s743403455_809904_8285.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-9204493190211576897?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/9204493190211576897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=9204493190211576897&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/9204493190211576897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/9204493190211576897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/07/updates-on-little-boy.html' title='Updates on the little boy'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SJjzAJtAPOI/AAAAAAAAAdA/nKGMw8d4HAk/s72-c/s743403455_809902_6354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-3846409443879639750</id><published>2008-07-28T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:23:33.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Good....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to be back.....yeaaayyyy...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;arrived at KLIA on Wednesday afternoon. Hubby and Haziq picked me up. Thursday night headed to Ipoh to spend time with my parents.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still enjoying my time with the little tyke....Haziq is so full of surprises. He has turned into a very cheeky little toddler....full of expression....gossshhh...I dont' know how to describe him.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will update more when I have the time okay. Right now every second is dedicated to Haziq and his Ayah hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Catch ya later peeps ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-3846409443879639750?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/3846409443879639750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=3846409443879639750&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/3846409443879639750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/3846409443879639750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-good.html' title='It&apos;s Good....'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-1423901947558085912</id><published>2008-07-12T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T18:09:37.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey To The Flåm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a very overdue post but I must put an entry so that I won't forget this part of my life. hehe..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;About 3 weeks back another two colleagues and I went &lt;a href="http://http//www.visitflam.com/default.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.(You could also go &lt;a href="http://http//www.flaamsbana.no/eng/Index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). The journey took us about 9 hours I kid you not. We started from Sandefjord at about 9.30p.m and reached there around 6.30a.m the next morning. And got lost few times on the way...This place that we went is nearer to Bergen compared to Sandefjord. The temperature went as low as 2C as we drove up to the otherside of the mountains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It was still too early to check-in into our apartment, so we took a nap in the car. Obviously the rest of the Norwegian sleep in their caravan, but out of nowhere 3 Malaysians slept in their small Korean car hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Our apartment is located in Underdal, small town near by with a population of 80 people and a small church that could only fit in 40 people at a time. Underdal is famous for its fjord and waterfalls and goat cheese. Yup, I tasted it. Strong taste with stronger after taste that comes later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Enjoy the pictures as usual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh7gth9UkI/AAAAAAAAAa0/-WavU2g5UvI/s1600-h/_DSC4007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222059569844146754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh7gth9UkI/AAAAAAAAAa0/-WavU2g5UvI/s200/_DSC4007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh7rcyiAmI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ooeHnFp3u3E/s1600-h/_DSC4101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222059754328818274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh7rcyiAmI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ooeHnFp3u3E/s200/_DSC4101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh75o8MB6I/AAAAAAAAAbE/OyAA73xk47M/s1600-h/_DSC4130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222059998108714914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh75o8MB6I/AAAAAAAAAbE/OyAA73xk47M/s200/_DSC4130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the drivers....magnificent view....breath taking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh8C1swxaI/AAAAAAAAAbM/YJqoJ7X-N4Y/s1600-h/_DSC4135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222060156152497570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh8C1swxaI/AAAAAAAAAbM/YJqoJ7X-N4Y/s200/_DSC4135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh8P_Rn-iI/AAAAAAAAAbU/E8-d5jAt_10/s1600-h/_DSC4194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222060382061328930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh8P_Rn-iI/AAAAAAAAAbU/E8-d5jAt_10/s200/_DSC4194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh8eRTDD5I/AAAAAAAAAbc/gEeac6Z_4xw/s1600-h/_DSC4194.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;our apartment is just beside the river.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh8lrDLwRI/AAAAAAAAAbk/HoxLKNIhCic/s1600-h/_DSC4292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222060754589171986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh8lrDLwRI/AAAAAAAAAbk/HoxLKNIhCic/s200/_DSC4292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh8ual4KnI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4qI2kUosxNA/s1600-h/_DSC4302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222060904790108786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh8ual4KnI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4qI2kUosxNA/s200/_DSC4302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh87Z6UGCI/AAAAAAAAAb0/RwbP_2wi-Dg/s1600-h/_DSC4417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222061127945689122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh87Z6UGCI/AAAAAAAAAb0/RwbP_2wi-Dg/s200/_DSC4417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the only shop in underdal.....look at the scenery....need i say more???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh9DXpMCcI/AAAAAAAAAb8/187WceiErHs/s1600-h/_DSC4588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222061264775940546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh9DXpMCcI/AAAAAAAAAb8/187WceiErHs/s200/_DSC4588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh9MYFA76I/AAAAAAAAAcE/JIhpBaazuEY/s1600-h/_DSC4570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222061419511476130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh9MYFA76I/AAAAAAAAAcE/JIhpBaazuEY/s200/_DSC4570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh9VJ6d4vI/AAAAAAAAAcM/eok29hQZU0Q/s1600-h/_DSC4701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222061570327962354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh9VJ6d4vI/AAAAAAAAAcM/eok29hQZU0Q/s200/_DSC4701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the waterfall....the railway track of the the flåmbana....love this picture of me n my housemate....nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh9fcAKi7I/AAAAAAAAAcU/Cy3If9N7l9M/s1600-h/_DSC4895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222061746982390706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh9fcAKi7I/AAAAAAAAAcU/Cy3If9N7l9M/s200/_DSC4895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh97wpbQII/AAAAAAAAAck/jCp45TK6itw/s1600-h/_DSC5134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222062233560498306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh97wpbQII/AAAAAAAAAck/jCp45TK6itw/s200/_DSC5134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh-COXvVrI/AAAAAAAAAcs/7lQS5X9nBkQ/s1600-h/_DSC5180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222062344618596018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh-COXvVrI/AAAAAAAAAcs/7lQS5X9nBkQ/s200/_DSC5180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ignore me in the picture...but look at the fjord behind me hehe....in the flåm museum....beautiful view from the top..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went on the train to the top....went on the fjordsafari tour on a boat....and took lotsa pictures. I think all of us had fun. Too bad we didn't not have time to go kayakking and jungle hiking...We said goodbye to The Flåm at about noon and started our journey back home. The magnificent breath-taking scenery will forever remain in my mind and if you happen to be in Norway, this is a must place to go. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;note: pictures courtesy of Anas, the photographer of the journey....thanks bing ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-1423901947558085912?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/1423901947558085912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=1423901947558085912&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/1423901947558085912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/1423901947558085912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/07/journey-to-flm.html' title='The Journey To The Flåm'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SHh7gth9UkI/AAAAAAAAAa0/-WavU2g5UvI/s72-c/_DSC4007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-5036891892667042672</id><published>2008-07-11T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T16:00:50.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I bumped into this piece while blog-hopping. And I think it's so beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because to the depths of me, I long to love one person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With all my heart, my soul, my mind, my body... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because I need a forever friend to trust with the intimacies of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who won't hold them against me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who loves me when I'm unlikable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who sees the small child in me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and Who looks for the divine potential of me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because I need to cuddle in the warmth of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With someone who thanks God for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With someone I feel blessed to hold... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because marriage means opportunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To grow in love in friendship...&lt;br /&gt;Because marriage is a discipline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be added to a list of achievements... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because marriages do not fail, people fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When they enter into marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expecting another to make them whole... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because, knowing this,I promise myself to take full responsibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For my spiritual, mental and physical wholeness create me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I take half of the responsibility for my marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Together we create our marriage... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because of this understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The possibilities are limitless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mari Nichols-Haining&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The possibilities are limitless indeed, I agree. I like this part :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who loves me when I'm unlikable,&lt;br /&gt;Who sees the small child in me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;note: zai is &lt;strong&gt;layaning&lt;/strong&gt; the other side of her. the melodrama,sensitive,passionate side...haha...usually zai is not like this...honest...gosh...this does not make any sense does it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-5036891892667042672?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/5036891892667042672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=5036891892667042672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/5036891892667042672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/5036891892667042672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-bumped-into-this-piece-while-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-4406445698015752203</id><published>2008-07-10T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T14:56:40.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Mode : On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My lazy mode has switched on. I'm in no mood to do anything including blogging though I have stories to share with you babes. I read the local (read: Malaysia) newspaper online and I must say....what the **** is going on over there back home. People accusing people, dad and son raping their own flesh and blood, I can go on and on and babble but I shouldn't. It's so frustrating to read the local news. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On a different note....How's all my blogger friends and mommies? I do hope everyone is fineeeee and dandyyyyy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My housemate has went back and she helped me bring back some of my stuff a.k.a Haziq's stuff. I bought lotsa clothes for Haziq, a pair of shoes, a hat, and toys. haha..I'm a sucker. Except for my &lt;em&gt;new &lt;/em&gt;baby which I will introduce to you soon, I did not buy much for myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm counting my days here and obviously I can't wait to go back. I'm anticipating our family trip in mid August. Everything is settled, I'm just waiting for the hotel voucher from the agent. Hope everything goes well (Ameen)  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I talked to Haziq on the phone last night. We had a long &lt;em&gt;conversation&lt;/em&gt;. Told him I'll be back soon to which he replied &lt;em&gt;can't wait Ibu&lt;/em&gt; (in his own language of course haha). I am soooo missing that boy. I know no amount of presents will ever replace the time I missed being with him but I will my best to compensate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Haha..I think this post is going nowhere. Eh...Aussino is still having sale kan...kan...bestnyer.....Okla peeps...I gotta go. Take care :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-4406445698015752203?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/4406445698015752203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=4406445698015752203&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4406445698015752203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4406445698015752203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/07/lazy-mode-on.html' title='Lazy Mode : On'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-4402738059328003528</id><published>2008-07-07T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:16:29.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Hubs,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 30th Birthday.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry I'm not there to celebrate this special day with you and Haziq. But I promise I'll make it up to you when I come back ok (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 weeks from today....yahooooo&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not good with words but you know how I feel about you....I love you to bits....You've been nothing but sunshine in my life though sometimes you did sakit kan hati ini which I know you purposely wanna tease me...tkpe...tkpe...anyways....please wait for me. I can't wait for our family trip. I know we're gonna have lotsa fun. I can't wait to be reunited with you and our  'notty' little miracle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take care darling...muaaahhhh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;zai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: yang...awk dh tua ek hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-4402738059328003528?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/4402738059328003528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=4402738059328003528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4402738059328003528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/4402738059328003528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-7359441590251080148</id><published>2008-06-29T04:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T20:53:44.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caution: This entry may be slightly self-aborbed. Please read at your own risk!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was chatting with one of my bestfriend the other day. We were talking about life...decisions in life and how all this while my friends seem to think that I have a perfect life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That had me thinking. Do I have a perfect life? Is there such thing like a 'perfect life'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's subjective don't you think.....but at the moment I do feel that I have a 'perfect life'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a bit of everything a person could ever want in life. And I am very thankful for all that. I could not ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a family of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hubby my pillar of strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have Haziq.....a miracle in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We may not live in huge house but we have a comfy house where we hide out and escape from the outside world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We may not drive a 5 series BMW (yet!) but we have a car that takes us everywhere we need to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our bank account may not come up to a 6 figure amount (yet!) but we have enough money to buy us stuffs that we need...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My parents who are always there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My two brothers who are very sporting &amp;amp; loving towards their only sister hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My bestfriends....Han, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://oly-and-more.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Olyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://niquenaque.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, Parv, Loady &amp;amp; Nolin (though I haven't seen Nolin for quite sometime now heheh)...you guys are the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My blogger friends with whom I share information and stuffs.....especially on motherhood... this is where I learn a lot about life...about being just an ordinary human being....about the ups and downs in marriage....everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a career and I love what I'm doing now.....I may not be earning a five figure salary (yet!) but I'm happy with what I have now. I may not travel round the world and explore (though deep inside I regret not doing all that before I settled down)....but I'm happy with what I've achieved so far and hope that I can achieve more in the future Insya Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We (read:hubby &amp;amp; I) may have our ups &amp;amp; downs in our lives but that is part and parcel of life and that's what makes us stronger. It may not be bed of roses all the time but we have promised to each other......no matter what we will try our best to over come any obstacles, Insya Allah. Hubby &amp;amp; I, we're a team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And....ooo yeah...to answer a question that I know some may ponder....No...I don't regret settling down and start a family. My only regret is that I was not brave and bold enough to go out and see the world back then. Although I know Hubby never stops me from achieving my career dreams (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if not I won't be here today kan kan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) but I've set my priorities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So there you go....to 'you'...yeah 'you'....do what you think is best for yourself. Don't let others influence your decision. You know that whatever your decision or your next step will be....I will always support you. And...life is never easy dear. When you have an easy life, you'll tend to take people or things for granted. But when you strive and work hard in your life, you'll appreciate things more. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-7359441590251080148?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/7359441590251080148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=7359441590251080148&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7359441590251080148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7359441590251080148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/06/perfect-life.html' title='Perfect Life?'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-718751195240748615</id><published>2008-06-25T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:42:04.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something To Share</title><content type='html'>If you have nothing to do this Saturday, check out the KLUE Urbanscapes 2008 and watch out for Yuna and Kokokaina. Talented independent performers. Please....please go ok. And then let me know how it was....coz I soooooo wanna go huhuuu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://www.urbanscapes.com.my/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles peeps :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-718751195240748615?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/718751195240748615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=718751195240748615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/718751195240748615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/718751195240748615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/06/something-to-share.html' title='Something To Share'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-8801749347651754302</id><published>2008-06-25T15:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T15:13:13.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is the right decision to make....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then why am I feeling this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why am I not happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why is there a tad feeling of sad and uncertain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;why do I wish I could take the opposite path?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;selfish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;maybe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But...I've already chose not to be selfish....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm suppose to be glad....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but I can't help but to have this slight unhappiness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;disappointed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A bit maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This sucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I know I've made the right decision but I don't feel good about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so should I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;be happy or should I make the right decision but suppress this 'unhappiness' inside me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-8801749347651754302?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/8801749347651754302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=8801749347651754302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/8801749347651754302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/8801749347651754302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/06/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-1748310686732248084</id><published>2008-06-17T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:43:36.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Anticipation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've asked Hubbs' consent...and he said yes although he can always say no and I would usually listen to him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've already transferred the money....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ooooo...I can't wait to go back.....and now I'm smilling :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-1748310686732248084?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/1748310686732248084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=1748310686732248084&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/1748310686732248084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/1748310686732248084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/06/anticipation.html' title='The Anticipation...'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-9074388934870578752</id><published>2008-06-14T21:28:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:27:54.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another This &amp; That Of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Few weeks back the gang and I went to Oslo on Saturday. Oslo is about 2 hours drive from Sandefjord. The biggest city in Norway but 3 times smaller than K.L. In Norway shops close early. And on Sunday they close the whole day. In Oslo the shops close at 4p.m on Saturday, so we went there in the morning. Had our brunch at a Halal Kebab Restaurant. I have to tell you this...the kebab here can cost you round NOK 70-80. That's about RM46.20-RM79. How's that??? hahaha. Expensive don't you think. But since it's not that often we dine out, so we didn't mind. Parking in Norway is bloddy expensive too. One day parking cost us about NOK 200 = RM 132. Nasib baik we can claim from the company hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some of the guys are going back to Malaysia for a 2 weeks break, so they wanna buy some stuffs here in Oslo. As usual...I let the pictures do the talking ok :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPJvlOAwEI/AAAAAAAAAYM/_YXLSIp4cJk/s1600-h/IMG_0442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211731013079711810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPJvlOAwEI/AAAAAAAAAYM/_YXLSIp4cJk/s200/IMG_0442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPRwRWw27I/AAAAAAAAAaU/jj7ursj4qGE/s1600-h/IMG_0463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211739821020601266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPRwRWw27I/AAAAAAAAAaU/jj7ursj4qGE/s200/IMG_0463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the rest of the gang.makan dulu...baru la jalan2.can you see how serious we were when we were negotiating the t-shirts price hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPJ08XUq1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/aRLSrCQ0fLU/s1600-h/IMG_0444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211731105192127314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPJ08XUq1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/aRLSrCQ0fLU/s200/IMG_0444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPJ-RmmvpI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Kgiraq1Prgk/s1600-h/IMG_0446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211731265512193682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPJ-RmmvpI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Kgiraq1Prgk/s200/IMG_0446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;behind me is their parliment house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPKl2FXImI/AAAAAAAAAYs/OX1T5xXA9RE/s1600-h/IMG_0456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211731945319768674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPKl2FXImI/AAAAAAAAAYs/OX1T5xXA9RE/s200/IMG_0456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPL9huUgpI/AAAAAAAAAY0/YSOqoL0lInM/s1600-h/IMG_0459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211733451682906770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPL9huUgpI/AAAAAAAAAY0/YSOqoL0lInM/s200/IMG_0459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;artist at work.trolls are their famous myth stories.they live in the jungle the locals say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next Tuesday my housemate and I and another colleague went here after work.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPNLirmwHI/AAAAAAAAAZE/AB36rWHYw5o/s1600-h/IMG_0501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211734791969751154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPNLirmwHI/AAAAAAAAAZE/AB36rWHYw5o/s320/IMG_0501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A famous tourist spot during summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPNbfR4gUI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Qu-gdOrwtVE/s1600-h/IMG_0472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211735065934463298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPNbfR4gUI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Qu-gdOrwtVE/s200/IMG_0472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPOHN4cmSI/AAAAAAAAAZc/2fnL6ZjcQNo/s1600-h/IMG_0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211735817178618146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPOHN4cmSI/AAAAAAAAAZc/2fnL6ZjcQNo/s200/IMG_0482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPNSWQuIYI/AAAAAAAAAZM/5naTdxiNHZY/s1600-h/IMG_0474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211734908894847362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPNSWQuIYI/AAAAAAAAAZM/5naTdxiNHZY/s200/IMG_0474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can you see the jellyfish??somebody is trying to get us some fish for dinner hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPNSWQuIYI/AAAAAAAAAZM/5naTdxiNHZY/s1600-h/IMG_0474.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPOpe0seAI/AAAAAAAAAZs/iQ_T3Dn0sZM/s1600-h/IMG_0481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211736405841836034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPOpe0seAI/AAAAAAAAAZs/iQ_T3Dn0sZM/s200/IMG_0481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPOw4Db4zI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/nNEXPK01yEk/s1600-h/IMG_0487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211736532873634610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPOw4Db4zI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/nNEXPK01yEk/s200/IMG_0487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPOjEVBSxI/AAAAAAAAAZk/fJY66HelODU/s1600-h/IMG_0485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211736295650446098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPOjEVBSxI/AAAAAAAAAZk/fJY66HelODU/s200/IMG_0485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can you see my shadow in the first picture.after awhile...still no fish caught,my housemate &amp;amp; I got bored and started being vain &amp;amp; took our own pictures haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPO2yrb-vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/VC0WigRW5oA/s1600-h/IMG_0511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211736634510015218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPO2yrb-vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/VC0WigRW5oA/s200/IMG_0511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPO81-uBUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/pzSGYsrcq8k/s1600-h/IMG_0518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211736738475410754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPO81-uBUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/pzSGYsrcq8k/s200/IMG_0518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that used to be a lighthouse.not sure how it works though.and that is the walk back to the car.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sekian, terima kasih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-9074388934870578752?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/9074388934870578752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=9074388934870578752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/9074388934870578752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/9074388934870578752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-this-that-of-me.html' title='Another This &amp; That Of Me'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SFPJvlOAwEI/AAAAAAAAAYM/_YXLSIp4cJk/s72-c/IMG_0442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-7878364506809751054</id><published>2008-06-11T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T18:27:42.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anak Sape Ni????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SE-mlzVmP-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/JQdlOWjG-Ow/s1600-h/Image063+editedcropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210566462257119202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SE-mlzVmP-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/JQdlOWjG-Ow/s320/Image063+editedcropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahaha...I can't help but laugh when I look at this picture. Yup...it's Haziq alright in his baju melayu worn on my bro's wedding (and yes I missed the wedding). This is the only picture where you can see his face quite clearly, the rest....hhhhmmm....Hubby said he just cannot sit still at all. When he sees Hubby trying to snap his picture he will either run away or run towards Hubby to grab the camera. My mom said Haziq was very &lt;em&gt;helpful&lt;/em&gt; that day&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; When everyone was busy arranging the chairs, Haziq was busy too...rearranging them. Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sweetie pie...Ibu miss you soooo much. Four weeks plus to go okay. I think I've bought you a whole new wardrobe while I'm here hehe. Hope you can still fit them by the time I come back. Muaaahhhhsss....kiss...kiss..hug...hug... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33321060-7878364506809751054?l=zaitulchantel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/feeds/7878364506809751054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33321060&amp;postID=7878364506809751054&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7878364506809751054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33321060/posts/default/7878364506809751054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaitulchantel.blogspot.com/2008/06/anak-sape-ni.html' title='Anak Sape Ni????'/><author><name>Zaitul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17750953917699706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SPKYsAbnZWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JLGaXuww06c/S220/DSC_0645.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DSwVOB4YA8/SE-mlzVmP-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/JQdlOWjG-Ow/s72-c/Image063+editedcropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33321060.post-4002756520609063959</id><published>2008-06-10T16:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T16:09:36.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realize?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Realize&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take time to realize,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That your warmth is. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crashing down on in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take time to realize,That I am on your side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didn't I, Didn't I tell you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can't spell it out for you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No it's never gonna be that simple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No I cant spell it out for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you just realize what I just realized,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And will never find another&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just realized what I just realized&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'd never have to wonder if&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We missed out on each other now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take time to realize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh-oh I'm on your side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didn't I, didn't I tell you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take time to realize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This all can pass you by.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didn't I tell you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt
