<?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-6038180</id><updated>2012-02-27T14:48:16.457+08:00</updated><category term='Quote'/><category term='Song'/><category term='Tied the knot'/><category term='Pet Peeves'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Merci'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Myra'/><category term='Pregnancy'/><category term='Random thoughts'/><category term='Yours Truly'/><category term='Event and Incident'/><category term='A Whole New Journey'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Good Food'/><category term='Weekend/Holiday'/><category term='Emo-si'/><category term='Job'/><title type='text'>Out on a limb.</title><subtitle type='html'>Your average.everyday.sane.psycho.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>916</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-131173748156811067</id><published>2012-02-27T10:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T14:48:16.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend/Holiday'/><title type='text'>♥of.weekend, pet peeves.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>So, we went back to Malacca during the weekend, without C*** - again. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had MIL's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayam &lt;/span&gt;bali and fatty food during SIL's house warming on Sunday, yeah, I did nothing but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makan&lt;/span&gt;. Like what's new about that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makan &lt;/span&gt;is like one of the things to do once you're back in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kampung&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, I've finally come to term with the fact that Myra gonna turn into one fussy little eater whenever we're away from home. So yea, she only allowed herself to be fed with oat + banana or oat + fig +raisins and the usual organic baby biscuits besides her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;susu&lt;/span&gt;. Well, as long as she's eating, then fine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought Myra a mini baby pool which can be converted into a mini balls pit, together with a bag of colorful mini balls (100 of em all together) in Tesco which cost me less than RM60 (what a cheapskate mum to do, plus I don't think she gonna be amused with it for long, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murah-murah sudah&lt;/span&gt;, benda yang fun is not necessarily expensive :P ) - only to realize that I forgot to get my hands on a pump to inflate the pool. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kalau tiup sendiri, ade yang pengsan pulak, &lt;/span&gt;so the pool hafta wait&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C***'s back last night. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desperately in need of a bunch of new clothes. The paycheque's in, ape lagi? he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally unrelated note, I detest people who can't freaking park in their stupid parking lot. Like, what's your problem?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tak nampak kah the terang tak payah nak bersuluh&lt;/span&gt; white lines &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;itu&lt;/span&gt;, park within em, will ya? Owh, this goes especially to a macik, the owner of a white mpv. Only last week, I came home to find this macik driving her car into the parking lot, since I hafta park mine next to hers, I stopped for a sec and gave her some time to park &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dulu lah kan&lt;/span&gt;, I noticed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah &lt;/span&gt;her ridiculous  parking skill &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu sebab&lt;/span&gt; at that moment, her ride was like a few inches into my lot,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ingatkan dia nak&lt;/span&gt; adjust, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tetapi..tidak&lt;/span&gt;. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dengan muka toya&lt;/span&gt;, went out of the car and walk away. Oih, I felt like giving her a good honking,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tetapi saya hormat orang tua&lt;/span&gt; (&amp;amp; it's due to the fact that the car's honking sound &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is sorta loud that ianya boleh membuatkan orang kena&lt;/span&gt; heart attack,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kes naya pulak nanti&lt;/span&gt;). T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, imagine lah my ultimate skills of getting out of the car whilst acting like I'm as thin as a paper - I can't simply park&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sesuka hati, nanti termakan space org yang lagi sebelah pulak&lt;/span&gt;( &amp;amp; then it gonna make me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "the macik yang tak reti park kereta the 2nd"&lt;/span&gt;) and it's not helping that I was driving C***'s big car yang obviously big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if ya wondering, this is not the 1st time, it's just that the last week's incident &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah&lt;/span&gt; the best ever, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sungguh &lt;/span&gt;epic. Like how ignorant could you be? It's like throwing rubbish into someone's lawn when ya know they're watching. Such guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macik, I hate yuuuhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're lucky that I'm not a lioness else I'll give ya car a good scratching. You're also lucky that I'm this *holding 2 fingers closely together* to punch a hole into your car, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi tak jadi&lt;/span&gt;. Grr grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a 2nd thought, maybe I should write her a letter or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear Macik, if you're suffering from acute blindness, please don't drive"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, have a great week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-131173748156811067?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/131173748156811067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=131173748156811067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/131173748156811067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/131173748156811067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2012/02/ofweekend-pet-peeves.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.weekend, pet peeves.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-5688017621720917146</id><published>2012-02-23T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T14:02:43.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend/Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Food'/><title type='text'>♥of.the balik kampung.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>We spent our long weekend in Kedah - like finally! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned to start the long drive back early on the Friday morn but our long trip started sometime after 11am instead(it's like real hard to do the usual get up-pack our bag-and-drive routine within the intended time-frame now that we have the baby). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ye lah, dulu&lt;/span&gt; both of us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dengan pantas boleh siap,&lt;/span&gt; now ya have to bathe the baby, feed her breakfast, drag our bags which are twice as much now. Then we could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lenggang kangkung &lt;/span&gt;with a bag each, now? 4 bags, minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How la to travel light like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, we reached my parents place by 3pm. Moi parents were excited to see their beloved cucu so was the Paksu(aka the little brother) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Had an extravagance lunch (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sampai&lt;/span&gt; confuse &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tatau nak makan lauk yang mana satu, dah la&lt;/span&gt; I'm the type &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang reti nak&lt;/span&gt; mix up my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lauk &lt;/span&gt;- so much so I had to divide my place of rice in quarters so that I could have a taste of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; semua lauk. Lauk&lt;/span&gt; here stands for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ikan &lt;/span&gt;and the meat, veges not included,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sayur boleh pulak campuq&lt;/span&gt;. T_T )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since C*** is a big fan of curry, he obviously enjoyed the fish head curry (which was in his food-wishlist,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; each time balik sp jer, mak mertua dia(otherwise known as my mum) sah2 la buat curry, macam tau2 je&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on the other hand, was more than happy to see the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masak lemak ketam nenas&lt;/span&gt;. Oih and yeah, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ikan bakar&lt;/span&gt; and the ape &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tah lagi&lt;/span&gt;? The next day pulak, came the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;udang galah besaq pinggan&lt;/span&gt;. Such a nice way to fail in maintaining a good diet. Owh well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst we're enjoying the food, I can't say the same thing bout Myra as she refused her porridge. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dah mai dah perangai tanak makan dia&lt;/span&gt; - tho we brought along her portable chair which she refused to sit on. I think it has something to do with her being in a new place  as the same goes when we were in Malacca weeks back. She was more excited in exploring the place rather than eating - which explains why she only accepted hand-fed banana for breakfast and rice + grilled salmon for lunch and baby organic biscuits in between- whilst climbing on the sofa in the living hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we really should consider the idea of getting 2 extra high chairs for both kampung, one in Kedah and another one in Malacca. Ya know, the high chair = meal time. Daddy, next week, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mari lah pi beli&lt;/span&gt;. Your treat. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on,on Saturday, we managed to visit my grandma who was thrilled to be able to see her cicit since it has been quite sometime since the last time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, once we're back in KL, Myra's back to her normal happy-eater self and both of the parents &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pulak &lt;/span&gt;hafta get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to work after a long weekend = owh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmpp..I'm so going to drag our little family for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuti-cuti&lt;/span&gt; after this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-5688017621720917146?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5688017621720917146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=5688017621720917146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/5688017621720917146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/5688017621720917146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2012/02/of.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the balik kampung.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-6017570388217684414</id><published>2012-02-22T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T10:45:29.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>♥of.ww.&amp;.me. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1Tgh72K1oo/T0RWbfVzLwI/AAAAAAAAA2E/QR6fsNbIiQo/s1600/1329878303628.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1Tgh72K1oo/T0RWbfVzLwI/AAAAAAAAA2E/QR6fsNbIiQo/s320/1329878303628.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711785257682022146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-6017570388217684414?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6017570388217684414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=6017570388217684414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/6017570388217684414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/6017570388217684414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2012/02/ofww.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.ww.&amp;.me. &lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1Tgh72K1oo/T0RWbfVzLwI/AAAAAAAAA2E/QR6fsNbIiQo/s72-c/1329878303628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-2180366494330766784</id><published>2012-02-16T15:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T16:23:59.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myra'/><title type='text'>♥of.the 9th month.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>I think  it has become a norm for me to post a write up on Myra's milestones approximately 2 weeks before she turns a month older. hi hi. What to do, her geeky mommy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah &lt;/span&gt;busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes, at 9 months and 16 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o1. She still loves to pull her neng yatimah act each time I'm about to get off to work. I think she could tell that I'm going away as I'll have the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tudung &lt;/span&gt;on. hi hi. So yea, whenever she sees me with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tudung&lt;/span&gt;, she'll get pretty restless and cranky, knowing that she might &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kena tinggal&lt;/span&gt;, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Still no gigi. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o3. Is turning to be pretty selective when it comes to food. Previously ape &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sumbat semua&lt;/span&gt; okay, now whenever she detest the food, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mula la dia nak gosok mata la, buat-buat tak nampak the food coming la, tepis-tepis la&lt;/span&gt;. Haih. I think her food selection won't be as limited as it is right night provided &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dia ade gigi&lt;/span&gt;, which she doesn't, owh well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o4. She now beginning to cruise around in her baby cot - which is the only place that's considered safe - living hall is a big no no - tho sometimes&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; terlepas lah jugak&lt;/span&gt; as she'll cruise from one end of the sofa to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o5. She loves Elmo - so mummy hafta download like tonnes of Elmo videos into the tablet to keep her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o6. One of the ways to keep her quite is to recite the selawat/zikir or simply turn on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tv masa tengah azan&lt;/span&gt; - she'll stop whatever she's doing and stay still like a statue. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o7. She loves her mommy, but adores her daddy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bila daddy balik, berdesup merangkak nak suruh daddy dukung okay? Tsk tsk. Dah jalan nanti, harus lah berlari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o8. She's like so manjaaaaaaaaaa. So much so, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tengah elok-elok bergelak ketawa, tetiba tukar tune jadi mengada&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes you'll be like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Myra, are you laughing or crying nih?"&lt;/span&gt; T_T The same goes when you caught her waking up on her own, like if ya left her sleeping in her baby cot, then if she awakes &amp;amp; nobody's around, she'll sometimes entertain herself lah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;belek-belek ape-ape yang ada&lt;/span&gt;, but the moment she saw ya walking into the room, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teruih la uwaaaa. Sungguh drama. Anak sapa la ni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o9. Still a bf baby alright. 3 months more to go before hitting the 1 year mark. Go mommy go! :P( Uih, mommy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dah ade tiga bp nih - C*** was like "Why do you need that much bp?How many boob do you have again?"-, harus lah meneruskan usaha, else guess who akan menaga?&lt;/span&gt; haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Finally grasped the idea of waving = bye bye.  he he. Now that she knows how to wave, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah &lt;/span&gt;super cute (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mummy dok masak kat dapur pon nak babai&lt;/span&gt;) - but it's not like I could see her waving me off to work - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sebab pegi keja senyap-senyap&lt;/span&gt; to avoid the separation-anxiety drama. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, will write more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-2180366494330766784?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2180366494330766784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=2180366494330766784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/2180366494330766784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/2180366494330766784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2012/02/ofthe-9th-month.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the 9th month.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-8941556746979164162</id><published>2012-02-13T09:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T10:09:09.105+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend/Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tied the knot'/><title type='text'>♥of.the weekend.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>We finally got to spend the weekend together. Daddy, mummy and Myra. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C*** has been busy going in and out of the country for the past 2 months that it has been quite sometime since the three of us got to go out&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; jalan-jalan&lt;/span&gt; and just enjoy each other's company - which is what I love most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, we decided to go out after lunch on Saturday but got somewhat delayed since the little princess had a longer than usual nap(we let her be as it's never a good idea to go out with a cranky sleepy baby.he he) so we only reached KLCC around 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tho KLCC is one of the nearest malls to our place - compared to OU, MidV, The curve and whatnot,but  it has been ages since the last time we went there. So imagine our surprise &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah bila&lt;/span&gt; some of the shops are no longer where they used to be. hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, we headed straight to Maxis since we need to switch our mobile plans - which ended up with a rather amazing discovery. C***'s name has been used to register an account years back which has been deactivated but it has an eye-popping outstanding fees which hafta be settled by nobody else but C***. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, fortunately, the registered add&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ress didn't match C***'s address etc. So yea, later we hafta drag our sorry asses to the police to log a fraud case - in order to waive the outstanding fees - which if ya ask me,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; adelah menyusahkan hidup&lt;/span&gt; when it's not even our fault to begin with. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kataaa canggih, tetiba boleh pulak&lt;/span&gt; boleh allow those sort of manipulations. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo..the sucky part is, we can't do anything with our account, not until the issues are cleared - which might take them like what? 2-3 freaking months. Awesome possum &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; Maxis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cure his heartbreak, C*** got himself a new pair of jeans - after much persuasions on my behalf. This other half of mine and his never ending issues of spending his own dough for himself. hi hi. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought some pretzels and cream puff for tea after a quick pit stop at Isetan's baby room - as the little one wanted her dose of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;susu&lt;/span&gt;. Wanted to buy some new toys for Myra but the Toy r us is no longer where it used to be and we were too lazy to find its whereabout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We later stopped for yong tau fu in Melawati,our local giant for groceries and reached home sometime after 9pm. After a hot bath, the little one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pon tertidu&lt;/span&gt;, leaving the parents nursing themselves with fatty foods. Bliss. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-8941556746979164162?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8941556746979164162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=8941556746979164162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/8941556746979164162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/8941556746979164162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2012/02/ofthe-weekend.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the weekend.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-8036860626554124388</id><published>2012-02-08T11:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T14:06:51.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend/Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>♥of.the 1st.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;Today's the end of yet another long weekend(HELLO miserable morning traffic!) - thanks to the public holidays, so yea, the next one gonna be in what? May?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we went back to Malacca, without C*** for the 1st time - and am not planning to do it again. It's like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balik kampung&lt;/span&gt; without the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; orang kampung&lt;/span&gt;. It felt different, but I lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra was attacked by the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nyamok &lt;/span&gt;as usual - not that I wasn't equipped will all sort of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nyamok&lt;/span&gt;-killing stuff, I even got us the all-natural &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ubat nyamok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(mungkin terlebih natural sampai tak berkesan, I even spotted few nyamok in the gel container, I thought it's suppose to halau the nyamok, not attract them to it.Urghh)&lt;/span&gt;, I even sprayed the room with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fumakila segala&lt;/span&gt; before bedtime and whatnot, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tatapiii&lt;/span&gt;...the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nyamok &lt;/span&gt;still managed to have countless bites of me and Myra. Talks about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nyamok zaman sekarang, maybe sudah mutated to super-nyamok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, the little precious is looking rather spotty. he he. Among all the traits that she inherited from me, why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah &lt;/span&gt;it includes the super-sensitive-t0-nyamok-bites skin (&amp;amp; not the dimple?). A tiny &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nyamok &lt;/span&gt;bite will make the skin swells &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;macam digigit naga&lt;/span&gt;, not pretty. She'd be better off with her daddy's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing nyamok&lt;/span&gt;-proof skin. Owh well. Enough complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nyamok&lt;/span&gt;, everything else was rather dandy. The little precious got daily visit from her arrays of fans - her little second cousins. They came over to PIL house as early as 8am to play with her and took like 100010 pictures. he he. Myra loves the attention tho she'd sometime went ek ek after realizing that her mummy's not around. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oih, dah banyak dayang-dayang pon nak mummy jugaakk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  note to self, must bring her convertible rocker-chair during &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balik kampung&lt;/span&gt; next time as she's been eating rather poorly without her high-chair . &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Punya la susah nak kasi makan&lt;/span&gt; if ya just put her on your lap. Now that she's so mobile, she'll wiggle herself free &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pehtu sebok nak memanjat segala&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oih..mak stress nak&lt;/span&gt;. She was basically living on milk and fruits throughout the weekend as I'd stuff her with banana/dragon fruits whenever possible as more often than not,she refused to stay still for porridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, but fret not, she's back to her usual good-eater self when we got back home on Monday. So all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, little brother has been calling me daily, from India. Yesterday he called, told me that he bought me a yellow saree.(Yellowww??? I hope it's not in one of those blinding tones) ha ha. I intentionally skipped from answering his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'kakak-nak-saree-color-apa?'&lt;/span&gt; question from him earlier, as I've been wanting to see his taste in choosing those kinda stuff. Ya know, since our dad has an awesome taste when it comes to fabrics and whatnot, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mari lah tengok&lt;/span&gt; whether his only son &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pon sama&lt;/span&gt; or not.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C*** on the other hand, will be back, bearing tonnes of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teh botol&lt;/span&gt;, I hope. I'm a sucker for jasmine tea hence the love for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teh botol&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, hope that we'll be able to have a trip back to Kedah in a week or two. I'm missing my parents quite miserably - and they've been complaining about not being able to see Myra for more than a month now. Sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good short working week (again!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-8036860626554124388?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8036860626554124388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=8036860626554124388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/8036860626554124388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/8036860626554124388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2012/02/ofthe-1st.html' title='♥of.the 1st.&amp;.me.♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-2171795441332564446</id><published>2012-01-30T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T13:47:07.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tied the knot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>♥of.the new week.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Us,at an organic shop, somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear look, organic alphabet pasta!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C***: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hmpp..colorful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Let's buy em for Myra okay, cute lah pasta abc, pastu color macam-macam..yada yada"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C***:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "So..lepas makan ni, terus terer abc lah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, they just can't appreciate cute stuff as much we do, yes? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, my C*** is back. 2 long weeks without the other half is kinda miserable for me. I miss having someone to talk to after a long day at work - not like I can't talk to someone else,but  it's just different. Talking to C*** is like talking without thinking(ya know what I mean?),  it goes naturally, without any sort of filtering or whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, our relationship kicked start on those hours spent talking to each other years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I thankful to finally have my C*** back? Owh yea. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, our little precious is 9 month young today! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;. (This calls for a cake, but just for the mummy and daddy of coz.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got her 2nd dose of pneumococcal shot last week. She's doing fine, tho her paed was a bit concerned on her slow weight gain. Which got me thinking that I should stop her usual oatmeal menu and supply her with more milk. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yer lah&lt;/span&gt;, she's been eating well and whatnot, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuma berat je tak macam dipam-pam and selalunya orang nak&lt;/span&gt; lose weight &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makan oat lah kan&lt;/span&gt;? ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bad, the mum unintentionally put her 9 month old sweetheart on a diet. So yea, no more oatmeal for her for the time being. She needs all the fatty goodness in the world for now. Say hello to cheese. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh she loves her baby-version of mashed potato. White potatoes + sweet potatoes + pumpkin + a small dollop of unsalted butter and cheeeese. Serve em warm. Nyummeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout her weight, if ya ask me, I think it's in the genes. Both of her parents &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah&lt;/span&gt; sorta scrawny when we were little(I stopped being scrawny during high school and the same goes for C***), but look at us now! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bagaikan johan. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That's about it. Have a great week - tho it just gonna be another short working week for yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/6038180-2171795441332564446?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2171795441332564446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=2171795441332564446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/2171795441332564446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/2171795441332564446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2012/01/ofthe-new-week.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the new week.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-8024195171487119601</id><published>2012-01-25T10:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T17:39:56.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>♥of.the 1st day.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>The 1st day at work after a long weekend is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bleh&lt;/span&gt;. Like yea, especially when you ended up coming to a half empty office - so demotivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the holiday was sorta well spent - tho I was initially hoping for a trip up North - I got to have like tonnes of Myra&amp;amp;Mummy time with the little one. It's heart-warming that she'd just be quite whilst we're on the bed,cuddling. Ya know, it's amazing when the little one's starting to learn how to be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;manja &lt;/span&gt;and all that. hi hi. Yea, I'm a mum, excuse my I'm-easily-amazed-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January has been a lucky month for us (awesome way to start a year ey?) , we won a month supply of Huggies for Myra(to add up to her piling supply of diapers, tho we half expected the diapers to be our usual Huggies Ultra, but it ended up to be the one in red, the dry comfort thingy, owh well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boleh lah. Benda free.&lt;/span&gt;) and I got my hands on free movie tickets. It's nothing much really, but it's amusing to find yourself getting stuff for free - over nothing. An indicator of a prosperous year perhaps? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think that I've grown up to be someone self-sufficient but I'm missing my other half,terribly.  Well, C***, I hope you're not reading this. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra loves kiwi. hi hi. (Why do I have to write stuff bout Myra in each post? Errr..) Introduced her to gold kiwi(the normal one tend to be a wee bit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masam&lt;/span&gt;, I don't wanna risk her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sakit perot&lt;/span&gt;) last weekend and she loves em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIL complimented her good palate - which obviously inherited from her parents yang&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; suka makan&lt;/span&gt;, plus I think it's due to the fact that she's a bf baby, a bf baby &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah sangat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bagus &lt;/span&gt;when it comes to variety of food since she's been familiarized with em thru the milk . I mean, at 8 months, she'd eat almost everything that I prepared for her. Today she's having quinoa + broccoli + tofu + carrot + pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, I finally  introduced her to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ikan bilis&lt;/span&gt;. To tell ya the truth,  I don't really favour the idea of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ikan bilis&lt;/span&gt; for babies as it's on the salty side. So yea, the ocd mummy, went ahead and soaked the little fishes overnight before frying em up in a wee bit of olive oil before grinding them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout the fishes, it reminded me of our conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Orang letak ikan bilis dlm porridge baby, tapi sikit jer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C*** : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Apesal sikit?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; " 1st time lah kasi, takot dia allergic, nanti susah pulak."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C*** :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Ade ke orang allergic ikan bilis? Tak penah dengar pulak."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too paranoid for my own good, but only on certain stuff, else I'm pretty much adventurous &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to get myself some nice stuff this year(a new ride included, tho we hafta down-sized a little, owh well? I don't mind as long as we'll be able to reach our goal), ya know, for the past 8 months, I'd usually spent my paycheque for the little one, now that I think we've got everything covered, let's start to spend on things for ourselves &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah pulak&lt;/span&gt;, tho I doubt that I'll stop buying stuff for the little one. People in the baby stuff industry are evil I tell ya, they tempt ya with cute stuff like all the time. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Have a great (short) working week people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-8024195171487119601?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8024195171487119601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=8024195171487119601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/8024195171487119601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/8024195171487119601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2012/01/ofthe-1st-day.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the 1st day.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-4188989047883191021</id><published>2012-01-19T09:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T16:44:31.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>♥of.the 8th month.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Myra gonna turn 9 months in 10 days - then the mummy &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;baru terhegeh-hegeh nak&lt;/span&gt; update on her 8 month milestones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o1&lt;/span&gt;. Separation anxiety, yes she got it. It hard for her to see me off to work without breaking into tears. Don't cry for me Argentina, err..Myra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o2&lt;/span&gt;. She had her 1st &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jatuh-katil&lt;/span&gt; moment, ya, it's a milestone. I think my heart skipped a beat that night - tho she escaped with nothing but a tiny bruise on her upper lip (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yer, dia tergolek terkena &lt;/span&gt;her toiletries basket that I happened to put on the floor next to our bed) and I swear to myself to never let her sleep on our bed alone anymore. Now once she's asleep, she gonna be transferred to her baby cot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o3&lt;/span&gt;. She's good in eating. I've introduced her to yogurt,quinoa, tofu and some other stuff and she's fine with em. Her current favourite is homemade mango yogurt with oatmeal for dinner. She also loves her salmon - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi lepas tu bila kiss kiss, bau ikan&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o4&lt;/span&gt;. She's like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooo manja&lt;/span&gt; now, every morning, she'd wake up and crawl over to me (she usually wakes up in our bed as I'll bring her in bed with us when she wakes up for her morning feed, which usually around 5-6am) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sondol-sondol&lt;/span&gt; until her head rested on my chest, tummy or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;celah ketiak&lt;/span&gt;.ha ha. The famous saying of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'suka duduk celah ketiak mak'&lt;/span&gt; is somewhat true. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o5&lt;/span&gt;. She (finally) calls me mama! Yey! Yea, it's for real now. Previously I thought that the 'mama' thingy is just one of her various blabbers. But these days, she'll scream(yea, she screams) mama when she sees me back from work or when I suddenly disappear  from her sight or when I walk right in front of her and refuse to pick her up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sungguh dia pantang if balik kerja tak dukung dia, lagi lah dia&lt;/span&gt; scream for her mama &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dengan penuh&lt;/span&gt; drama. Eh, it rhymes! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o6&lt;/span&gt;. She could stand whilst holding to something with one hand, and yesterday I caught her trying to stand by herself,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tapi of coz lah tidak berjaya&lt;/span&gt; .hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o7&lt;/span&gt;. It's hard for her to stay still, so much so it takes tonnes of perseverance to put on her clothes and diapers - the same goes when changing her soiled diapers. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baru jer nak basuh her bum, dah laju dia bangun nak crawl&lt;/span&gt;.Aaaa..the horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o8&lt;/span&gt;. Still no gigi.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Gigi dimana kau gigi&lt;/span&gt;, tho her toothless grin seems to be harmless, but if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kena geget still adelah sakit&lt;/span&gt;. Yea, don't underestimate the gum okie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o9&lt;/span&gt;. She's still a bf baby. She takes 3ozx5 bottles of ebm whilst I'm away at work - besides her solid food. :) Yea,I'm thankful for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rezeki&lt;/span&gt;. Let's see if we'll be able to hit the 1 year mark in April. hi hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1o.&lt;/span&gt; She likes to copy stuff that you do. Last night,I was in bed, watching tv whilst scratching an itch on my arm, suddenly she crawled over to me and rubbed my arm on the same spot.hihi. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baik hati sungguh nak tolong garukan mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm eternally grateful for our healthy and happy baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sny-Zc7n7Ow/TxkoUZopAvI/AAAAAAAAA10/YDRY5dEQZ8g/s1600/140120123132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sny-Zc7n7Ow/TxkoUZopAvI/AAAAAAAAA10/YDRY5dEQZ8g/s320/140120123132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699631134357914354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy &amp;amp; daddy love ya baby, like a lot.♥♥♥♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-4188989047883191021?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4188989047883191021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=4188989047883191021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/4188989047883191021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/4188989047883191021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2012/01/ofthe-8th-month.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the 8th month.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sny-Zc7n7Ow/TxkoUZopAvI/AAAAAAAAA10/YDRY5dEQZ8g/s72-c/140120123132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-6448295227758512525</id><published>2012-01-12T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T17:50:23.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>♥of.the job.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9rowDYY4Zz4/Tw6r5jRZSmI/AAAAAAAAA1k/hXWnLnZSDPY/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9rowDYY4Zz4/Tw6r5jRZSmI/AAAAAAAAA1k/hXWnLnZSDPY/s320/cats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696679583879350882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.Owh happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel like puking from too much programming.(Hey it rhymes!) T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6038180-6448295227758512525?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6448295227758512525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=6448295227758512525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/6448295227758512525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/6448295227758512525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2012/01/ofthe-job.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the job.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9rowDYY4Zz4/Tw6r5jRZSmI/AAAAAAAAA1k/hXWnLnZSDPY/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-3819065374183554711</id><published>2012-01-09T15:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T16:00:56.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>♥of.the new year.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>I know. I know. We're already in the 2nd week of the new year but I still shy away from the usual new year resolution post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, I've decided not to write one this year due to its- not- suitable- for- public nature. Okay fine, I'm just plain &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;malas&lt;/span&gt;, but personally I do want to be better. A better servant, a better wife, a better mother, a better daughter, a better sister,a better friend and a better employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 has been a great year for me,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;. Got promoted at home(I'm now a wife and a mum.Yey!), at work( a senior geek now yo!). Went through a humbling experience aka beranak-yang-macam-serik-but-I'll-do-it-again-anyway and we've been blessed with Myra and life's never the same again - err.. in a good way of course and it's true that having a baby brings the marriage to another a new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, you'll be more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sehati and sejiwa (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;like stealing glance at each other over something that only both of ya can understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; and you'll argue less on where and what to have for dinner when you're eating out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sebab takot budak kecik mengamok kalau lambat-lambat sangat&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, that's too shallow of an example, but ya know what I mean? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, truthfully, I have nothing specific to rant about, so let's be random for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra turned 8 months 10 days ago. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;. She's one healthy and happy baby and I couldn't ask for more. (Yes, her 8th month milestones coming up, err..later.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yi8gk8-d8ec/Twqa-DM03dI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/UGRL7tExdBY/s1600/page2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yi8gk8-d8ec/Twqa-DM03dI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/UGRL7tExdBY/s320/page2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695535069565083090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st day of the year was celebrated with darling C*** and Myra, with a home-cooked pasta lunch with fresh white mushrooms, baby asparagus and our favourite mussels in creamy garlic sauce (I could finish up kilos of em if ya let me) and dessert at the Alexis, the fattylicious chocolate mixed berries meringue. What a '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;healthy&lt;/span&gt;' way to start a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much procrastination on our side, we've decided to get our hands on some gadgets. I mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dah penat-penat keja, dah dapat paycheque, mari lah beli benda-benda yang lagha sket, yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have like tonnes of stuff to do at work. So much so that I keep on thinking bout em whilst on my way back from work and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tetiba &lt;/span&gt;I'm already at home. Yea, there are like so much stuff on my mind that I'm driving on autopilot. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm desperately in need of new working attires, like yea, it has been years of I-dress-casually-to-work that I rarely bothers to update my array of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baju skema&lt;/span&gt; for work, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi sekarang tidak lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving to the new office is a blessing as I get to reach home before 7pm tho obviously it comes with a price, the toll fees, the ridiculous parking fees and the boring food. Owh well? At least I'll get to spend more time at home rather than on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra tends to get rashes on her cheek and chin sometimes and it sadden me to see her spotty face - so much so that I bought her a bottle of baby facial cream(which actually cost more than my own). Haih, kids these days, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kecik-kecik dah ada facial cream segala&lt;/span&gt;. If it were me 27 years ago, maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pakai cornstarch je kot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho having a mini-us is awesome in so many levels and in so many ways, but I just can't sleep in anymore these days, not even during the weekend since Myra's such a morning person. Sleep deprived much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C*** is such a darling. Yes he is. His &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ganas &lt;/span&gt;look is somewhat misleading. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know bout you, but I'm a big fan of seasonal fruits, namely cherry and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pulasan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that we'll be able to find our own place this year. &lt;span&gt;Ya know, the one with the right location and the right price tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ya Allah, permudahkan lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're into homemade mango lassi these days - it's way better than those in bottles. Mango + natural yogurt + fresh milk/fresh cream + honey/sugar.  C*** could finish up a tub of em in a jiffy. Myra loves it too - tho her version of mango lassi only consist of mango + natural yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I'm planning to travel for a bit. Probably after Myra turned one - since I'm like the most travel-deprived person ever. Oih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss previously asked whether I'm willing to travel abroad for work - which obviously gained a big fat NO answer from me. Well, the baby's too small to be without her mum. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kalau sehari dua takpe&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takpe ke&lt;/span&gt;? he he), but it's more like months since it's a project-based stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Have a fabulous year people. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-3819065374183554711?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3819065374183554711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=3819065374183554711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/3819065374183554711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/3819065374183554711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2012/01/ofthe-new-year.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the new year.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yi8gk8-d8ec/Twqa-DM03dI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/UGRL7tExdBY/s72-c/page2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-628114233421613010</id><published>2011-12-29T14:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T14:37:26.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yours Truly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event and Incident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tied the knot'/><title type='text'>♥of.the lost.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>I've been stalling from writing bout one particular matter since forever. No, Myra's not going to get any sibling anytime soon or the sort. he he. Let's wait for another year (or probably two) for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've been stalling from writing bout something since writing it makes me feel like I'm finally admitting to the fact that it's finally gone, for good. Lost, never to be found again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm giving up on hope - to ever find it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is beyond crappy, I've lost my ring, my freaking wedding ring. It went missing sometime months ago, whilst we were in Malacca for our weekend &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;balik kampung&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that I didn't misplaced it as I rarely take it off &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sesuka hati&lt;/span&gt;, so I reckon that it just slipped off my finger - yea, it's a loose fitting(especially after we're blessed with Myra, BF helps me to lose weight, apparently on the fingers T_T ) - which is my bad as I didn't get the chance to get it re-sized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I've come to term with the fact that it's gone now, that our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jodoh &lt;/span&gt;ended and it's no longer my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rezeki&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C***'s sorta cool about it - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dah hilang nak buat macam mane?&lt;/span&gt; -tho he'd mock me bout losing it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't offer for a replacement, but paid for one anyway when were at the jewelery shop last week - as I wanted to look for a simple ring as a token of remembrance of the missing one(sob sob) - which didn't come cheap&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tapi tu lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho we could absolutely afford a much better one this time (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sebab&lt;/span&gt; not in a cheapskate mood compared to how we were last time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sebab takot terover budget nak kawen&lt;/span&gt;),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho C*** cheekily put the new ring on my finger right after he paid for it together with the tacky "Will you marry me?" line right in front of the crowd - imagine a guy with a baby(Myra was in the babyBjorn), asking ya to marry him ALOUD. Yeah, sure darling. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I know. All the ring in this world could never replace the missing one - tho we did saw one of rather similar pattern.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sama tapi tak serupa&lt;/span&gt;, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not sound that upset now, I was and still am but my sane mind decided not to go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meroyan &lt;/span&gt;about it. After all, I still own the person that gave me the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well, all is well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-628114233421613010?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/628114233421613010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=628114233421613010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/628114233421613010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/628114233421613010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/ofthe-lost.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the lost.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-7933902521547114365</id><published>2011-12-21T13:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T13:59:11.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>♥of.wordless Wednesday #5.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pphMvbVLrZs/TvF1aN14fdI/AAAAAAAAA1M/eI6gMqFrmX0/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pphMvbVLrZs/TvF1aN14fdI/AAAAAAAAA1M/eI6gMqFrmX0/s320/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688456897598356946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-7933902521547114365?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7933902521547114365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=7933902521547114365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/7933902521547114365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/7933902521547114365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/ofwordless-wednesday-5.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.wordless Wednesday #5.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pphMvbVLrZs/TvF1aN14fdI/AAAAAAAAA1M/eI6gMqFrmX0/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-1315283181110739158</id><published>2011-12-14T16:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T15:51:58.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myra'/><title type='text'>♥of.the 7th month.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>I've been having so much on my plate these days - both at work(new project, meetings, codings) and at home(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masak&lt;/span&gt;,sterilize Myra's stuff, Myra, house chores, darling C*** to be taken care of). So much so that I couldn't find much time to update but since I owed myself another Myra's milestones post, I still hafta get it done, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacking in updating the little precious's milestones would be such a shame ya know, this is like the progress of my 1st newborn (nothing beats the 1st time I tell ya), &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;haruslah di-engravekan&lt;/span&gt; into the cyber world for like forever. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, at 7 months and 14 days she could basically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o1&lt;/span&gt;. Roams the entire living hall as she pleases. She's our little crawling expert. Now ya see her in front of the tv and few secs later, ya don't - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sebab dia dah ade di bawah&lt;/span&gt; dining table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o2&lt;/span&gt;. She's so talk-active, or should I say, babble-active? She knows how to say mamam and mama now. Tho I'm not sure whether she could really relate the word mama to yours truly yet - but my heart still melts each time she does anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o3&lt;/span&gt;. She still has a bald patch at the back of her head from the shaving during her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kenduri akikah&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, her hair is definitely getting longer everyday but those on the tiny baldy patch. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Owh takpe lah&lt;/span&gt;.Hair grows - tho in her case, rather slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o4&lt;/span&gt;. She's doing fine with solid food. Oatmeal and banana is still her favourite as she could finish up 4oz of em in few minutes. I've introduced her to fish(salmon+ brown rice + zucchini + carrot)and chicken(brown rice + pumpkin + chicken) within the past 2 weeks and there's no allergy reaction whatsoever to fish, yea fish, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayam ade sedikit&lt;/span&gt; allergic but nothing major. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;. Now it gets more interesting to experiment on solids. So much so that she gets to enjoy freshly cooked meal everyday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o5&lt;/span&gt;. She's currently taking 3oz x 5 bottles of EBM from 9am-7pm besides her solid lunch, early dinner and a rare 8pm snacks (which is usually fruit related or rice crackers - which she loves to throw around for us to pick up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o6&lt;/span&gt;. Now that she's an expert in crawling, she's currently learning to stand up. Most of the time she'd find something to hold on to and pushes herself up on her tiny wobbly feet. hihi. Which is cute, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sampaikan mummy dia yang dok baring-baring pon abis la menjadi tempat berpegang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o7&lt;/span&gt;. She loves to bounce. She'd be bouncing away (if ya ever so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rajin &lt;/span&gt;to hold on to her and help her to stand up) as if she's on an imaginary trampoline. Bounce bounce bounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o8&lt;/span&gt;. She knows how to express herself rather clearly. Sad pouty face whilst sending me off to work and smiley face whilst bouncing happily (together with her endless babbles) when I'm home from work. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o9&lt;/span&gt;. It has been probably more than 2 month since she's been introduced to sippy cup and she seems to be doing fine with it - provided it's the Tomme Tippe  Explora sippy cup as the others spill proof cups require too much efforts and she loves the soft silicone spout which doesn't requires any sucking, she could just bite em to control the liquid flow. Ya, she still hates sucking (everything but the 'real one' yo). :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;. She's currently wearing 9-12 months clothes. Ya, she's not much of a chubby baby, but she's a tall one. Her 6-9months clothes are ill-fitting. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seluar senteng, baju dah nampak pusat&lt;/span&gt;. The more reasons for mummy to shop. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's sorta corny on how a baby would turn ya life upside down and whatnot. It has been 7 months of a roller coaster ride, but I'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh baby, what I've been doing without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop growing up too fast and please stay good for mummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-1315283181110739158?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1315283181110739158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=1315283181110739158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1315283181110739158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1315283181110739158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/ofthe-7th-month.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the 7th month.&amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-4110684641931191224</id><published>2011-12-05T12:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T11:16:22.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event and Incident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend/Holiday'/><title type='text'>♥of.the weekend.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>I took a half day off on Friday after receiving a call from C***. His grand aunt passed away so we went back to Malacca for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the 'amazing' Friday traffic. We only managed to reach there after the families were done with the burial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hafta admit that I never get the chance to really know the grand aunt tho she lived probably few house away from the PIL's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was spent at a &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kenduri&lt;/font&gt;, the same goes on Sunday except for a quick &lt;font style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jalan-jalan &lt;/font&gt;to the night market for our favourite Pacik Bongkok's meaty &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murtabak&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's surely ain't healthy, but if we were to get fat, let's make it due something awesome, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime this week, I'm going to drag C*** out for Subway(it's our once in 2 weeks treat, too much of Subway&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pon bukannya sihat&lt;/font&gt; - especially if ya the kind who goes for nothing but Subway melt. he he)  and glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rabun &lt;/font&gt;(there I said it again), but has been way too proud for glasses but I guess that age is catching up with me and I sorta need em especially for night driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout food,I need to stock up on Myra's organic stuff too as I'm all out of frozen purees for the little one. Now she's living on oatmeal + banana and brown rice + pumpkin + raisins - on top of her usual doses of EBM. he he.&lt;font style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Sungguh kesian.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to introduce her to chicken soup or salmon later this weekend. Can't wait. One of the pleasures in life is seeing your little one enjoying your home cooked meals - tho it's just oatmeal banana and raisins. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I'm such a macik. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, let's ramble bout our east coast trip for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a start, it was like the longest drive ever (it gonna takes me another few years to recover from the shock of it.he he. &lt;font style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mak insaf nak&lt;/font&gt;.) - so much so I ended up with a sore back throughout our stay in T'ganu. Well, it was probably due to the fact that Myra was a wee bit restless in her baby seat and decided that being cuddled by mummy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah lebih asyikkkk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, a bumpy long trip whilst holding a 7kg baby is a recipe for an awesome sore back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay lah&lt;/span&gt;, to be fair, I have nothing against the long drive, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tetapi &lt;/span&gt;the roads are sucky. Like seriously, now that they don't have any highway in the area, at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sila lah&lt;/span&gt; fix the roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bumpy roads aside, our trip was a fun one. We got to attend a dear cousin wedding (Selamat pengantin baru!) and we ate a lot (what's new with that?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I ate like a week ration of rice in the span of 3 days. Like yea, people in T'ganu take rice even for breakfast,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; nasi berlauk, nasi kerabu, nasi dagang, nasi lemak&lt;/span&gt;. Ya name it, they got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho I usually take my rice only for lunch and dinner, but throughout the stay, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;merasa lah makan nasi&lt;/span&gt; during every meal - together with an assortment of super sweet kuih - which includes the curry puff. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be able to make it to the wedding, to spend time with the family. Even my grandma and parents were there - which goes without saying &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lah &lt;/span&gt;the little one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;menjadi pujaan ramai&lt;/span&gt;. There were so many people around to entertain her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minus the sore back, it's a weekend well spent - but we're so going to take the plane if we were to go there again. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-4110684641931191224?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4110684641931191224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=4110684641931191224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/4110684641931191224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/4110684641931191224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/ofthe-weekend.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the weekend.&amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-3198286161140010009</id><published>2011-11-30T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T08:43:49.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event and Incident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tied the knot'/><title type='text'>♥of.the birthday.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Our weekend started early last week. Mine started on Thursday as we agreed to have sometime off from work to celebrate the other half's birthday and as preparation for our weekend long trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, happy birthday love, I love you to bits. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, C***'s birthday celebration started early as he was kicked in the rib by his birthday present sometimes after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;subuh&lt;/span&gt;. Yea, he got a 6 months  baby (which fortunately his) to be taken care of as a birthday present - as I hafta get ready for my half day work. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, the PIL were away on a trip somewhere out of the country, so we sorta takes turn to look after the baby - which was sorta overwhelming at 1st as it gonna be C***'s 1st time to take care of the baby all by himself. Like ya darling, I know we promised to hold on to the 'sharing is caring' thing, but now you're on your own. he he.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Keji sungguh bully birthday boy jaga anak&lt;/span&gt;. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, Myra's his baby to begin with, somehow he hafta know how to take care of her aight? As I'm not big into the whole&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bila-ada-anak-mak-jaga-bapak-goyang-kaki&lt;/span&gt; thing. I mean, as much as the baby would prefer the mum compared to the dad, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi bapak kenalah pandai jaga anak in case of anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I prepared a light meal for the daddy, chilled EBM in bottles and a small jar of oatmeal with sweet potato and apple for the baby before dashing off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I was fidgeting on my seat throughout the hours. I mean, Myra adores her daddy(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tengah cranky tengok muka daddy terus senyum&lt;/span&gt;) but she could be a wee bit tough sometimes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suka mengada-ngada tak tentu pasal&lt;/span&gt;, refusing to be bottle-fed etc.  C*** did warn me of the possibility of him showing up in front of the office if Myra gets a wee bit too hard to handle, but the dreaded calls didn't come and C*** didn't make any emergency visit to the office, so yeah, everything's dandy ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut long story short, I finally reached home sometimes before 3 after I'm finished with work and the spa. Yes, I went for a much needed spa treatment. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Orang lain punya birthday,orang lain yang pegi spa&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm one of the reasons why he got his 6 months old birthday gift at the 1st place aight? So yea, the bearer of the gift got herself a gift as well and C***'s all cool bout it. Thanks love :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, so yea, I got back home to a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;comot&lt;/span&gt; baby and an equally &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;comot &lt;/span&gt;looking daddy - but let's not have a picture of that. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minus the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;comotness&lt;/span&gt;, everything was fine. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;. Yey daddy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on with the next best thing on the agenda, adelah our romantic dinner for 3. I initially thought of surprising C*** with a fine dining at a fine restaurant somewhere, but a fine dining with a 6 months old (sometimes screaming her lugs out) baby won't be that fine of an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yer lah, kang semua orang in the restaurant nak beromantika diamour, ade pulak budak kecik dok bising terjerit2 menangis segala&lt;/span&gt;. In respect of others who wish to dine in peace, I ditched the idea as it would be too much of a hassle. I'd probably revisit the idea in a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next best thing is to have a dinner buffet somewhere fancy and to make it a wee bit different than our usual dinner buffet, I made a reservation for a Japanese dinner buffet instead. he he. Yes, darling, it's a cue for you to take us to Japan once Myra's big enough. I'm being straight forward over here. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho Myra won't be able to enjoy the buffet spread, at least we could eat at our own pace and still gonna be able to entertain her when she gets a wee bit restless. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bawak pusing-pusing tengok makanan pon okay lah kan&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, the dinner went well. We ate a lot, like what's new with that? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't bring any food for Myra as I already fed her an early dinner but we let her munch on pieces of fruits instead - on the top of her usual dose of BF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back home sometime before 11pm after a brief stroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fun day, a happy birthday alright. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, the next day we headed to the East coast for our long weekend. I'll ramble bout it later, if I feel like it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, our little precious is 7 months young today(will write bout her milestones later too). :x How time flies. Sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh,Ciou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-3198286161140010009?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3198286161140010009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=3198286161140010009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/3198286161140010009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/3198286161140010009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/11/of.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the birthday.&amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-4887903850684369270</id><published>2011-11-16T16:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T18:10:18.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>♥of.not so wordless Wednesday.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to come up with a WW entry, but I feel like rambling for a bit. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we went to see the Paed for another vaccination for Myra yesterday, based on her current height, weight and whatnot, she seems to be doing great in the growing up department. Tho her weight gain is on the minimum side as she just can't stay still these days. She cried for a bit after the shot and the Paed prescribed us with a small bottle of multivits for Myra - and that little mini-us loves it tho the syrup reminded of us of those yucky cough syrup. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ape jer la yang dia tak suka? Ni mesti ikot perangai daddy nih. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, her next paed's visit is for her pneumococcal vac - which gonna be sometime next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's birthday is coming next week and I'm ever so ready to celebrate. Woot! A japanese buffet dinner for 2 pleasee..err..3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have two or probably three weddings to attend during the weekend and somehow I'm so going to squeeze the Clark's warehouse sale and Baby's expo in. Another shopping spree I see. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going for a long trip to the east coast sometimes next week for a cousin wedding. I'm a bit nervous as it's going to be a very very long drive - which is even longer than our usual drive back to Kedah - and I'm hoping that it's going to be breezy for the baby. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kot dia dah restless and throw tantrum, 10 minutes drive pon dah ngeri. he he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the trip, I hafta come up with a meal planner for the baby. Hmpph..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owed myself another trip to the spa, but the big fat question is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BILAAAA&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're moving to a new office by the end of the month. The new place is probably easier to get to as there are like tonnes of alternatives routes and whatnot - but the parking space is scarce but with a killing rate, so is the food. Say bye-bye to cheap dedicated parking bay and el-cheapo lunch. Haih. Boss, probably it's time for another raise?  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HGpzPYmv93c/TsOLG8W8kbI/AAAAAAAAA00/bgsaC49vqFY/s1600/15112011194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HGpzPYmv93c/TsOLG8W8kbI/AAAAAAAAA00/bgsaC49vqFY/s320/15112011194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675532906814804402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a coupon for customized fridge magnets a while ago from Groupon and redeemed it sometimes last week. I received the parcel yesterday from the vendor - ThinkBigStudio. I sorta love it - mainly because Myra's face is plastered on em.I'd give it 10/10 stars if the workmanship is not that shabby. I mean, I know that they are selling it at a cheaper price tag, but the trimming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah &lt;/span&gt;sorta frustrating. I mean, some of em looks as if it were cut by a 5 years old. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sungguh lah tak&lt;/span&gt; neat the cutting. Owh well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-4887903850684369270?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4887903850684369270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=4887903850684369270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/4887903850684369270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/4887903850684369270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/11/ofnot-so-wordless-wednesday.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.not so wordless Wednesday.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HGpzPYmv93c/TsOLG8W8kbI/AAAAAAAAA00/bgsaC49vqFY/s72-c/15112011194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-954239068369050508</id><published>2011-11-11T16:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T16:59:30.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myra'/><title type='text'>♥of.6 months.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTJin8wuX44/TrzjtvwOx6I/AAAAAAAAA0o/J22ycHDeyuk/s1600/297259_10150912595870344_852435343_21505352_1865306646_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTJin8wuX44/TrzjtvwOx6I/AAAAAAAAA0o/J22ycHDeyuk/s320/297259_10150912595870344_852435343_21505352_1865306646_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673660005632362402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably one of the laziest bloggers on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have tonnes on stuff on my plate,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lagi lah kemalasanny&lt;/span&gt;a. But since I owe myself a post on Myra's 6 months milestones - here comes another &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;macik-macik&lt;/span&gt; post. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o1. She's doing great when it comes to solid food. She's currently on sweet potatoes, pumpkin, carrots, banana, apple and brown rice. She loves oatmeal too, but she loves mangoes more. ha ha. Yea, gave her a piece of ripe mango once (or probably twice), she love em to bits - just like her parents. he he. Mangoes might be too early for some,but I'm not too rigid bout letting her tasting the fruits. It's just fruits after all and yeah, no processed food please. No instant cereal whatsoever. Making baby foods &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;adelah&lt;/span&gt; fun - tho obviously you have to spend more time making em, but why would I want to exchange it with something less interesting aight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o2. She's now an expert in turning 360 degrees. She could roll left and right as her heart desires and tho she can't really crawl just yet, she could basically move about like a cute ulat. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o3. She babbles, like a lot. Her favorite one syllables are "da," "ma,". I just can't wait for her to start talking. he he. Ambitious much? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o4. She's always in a good mood each time she wakes up from her sleep. I love how she'd smile when I greet her every morning. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cair hati mummy&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buat rasa malas jer nak pegi&lt;/span&gt; work. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o5. She somewhat knows how to get back to sleep all by herself. Just this morning she got back to sleep after mummy refused to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;layan &lt;/span&gt;her since she's running late for work. he he. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memula dok ek ek, tetiba dah tido pulak.&lt;/span&gt; Good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o6. I'm still her favourite person in the whole wide world. ha ha. :P Yea, sometimes she's sorta oblivious of others when I'm around. Am I complaining? Well, no sir. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. She's still on EBM when I'm away. She'll usually takes 5x4oz of milk from 8am-7pm including a solid lunch and an early dinner around 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh Myra, Myra, mummy luv you, like a lot. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will write more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-954239068369050508?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/954239068369050508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=954239068369050508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/954239068369050508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/954239068369050508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/11/of6-months.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.6 months.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTJin8wuX44/TrzjtvwOx6I/AAAAAAAAA0o/J22ycHDeyuk/s72-c/297259_10150912595870344_852435343_21505352_1865306646_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-3094141909273625404</id><published>2011-11-02T18:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T18:08:00.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>♥of.the alien.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rxx5hzXfBQg/TrEVlMdhzXI/AAAAAAAAA0c/76rRE9FmI4Y/s1600/300664_10150343862946656_649101655_8348796_33055435_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rxx5hzXfBQg/TrEVlMdhzXI/AAAAAAAAA0c/76rRE9FmI4Y/s320/300664_10150343862946656_649101655_8348796_33055435_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670337134580583794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien or not, what a geeky programmer to do eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Am planning to quit programming later, gimme another year or two &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; or probably three. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-3094141909273625404?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3094141909273625404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=3094141909273625404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/3094141909273625404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/3094141909273625404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/11/ofthe-alien.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the alien.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rxx5hzXfBQg/TrEVlMdhzXI/AAAAAAAAA0c/76rRE9FmI4Y/s72-c/300664_10150343862946656_649101655_8348796_33055435_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-2086896676070829994</id><published>2011-10-31T15:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T18:12:57.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>♥of.another randomness.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>The blog's dying from lack of update,so let's revive it for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o1. My Naga(read: car) is down with a major issue which is rather expected due to its age, but C***'s rather persistent with the fact that the car's sulking due to yours truly's endless blabber bout new car. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yelah&lt;/span&gt;, getting a new ride has been on my agenda since forever, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi asyik la&lt;/span&gt; distracted (but hafta get it materialized sometime early next year tho we decided to down-size a little due to a bigger future plan). :P So yea, now I drive C***'s big car to work. His small car &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya adelah hanya boleh tengok kerana memandu kereta manual adelah gagal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o2. Work's really catching up on me, so much so I hafta work on it during the Deepavali. Urghh..doing ya work at home was sorta excruciating when the baby's staring at ya, all the while wondering why mummy was more interested at the flat looking thing(Read:laptop) rather than herself. Owh baby, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry lah mummy kena&lt;/span&gt; work. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jyJQFrIL8l8/Tq5bivzQzjI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/XozKXr6g_44/s1600/317780_10150900161140344_852435343_21409965_1604840579_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jyJQFrIL8l8/Tq5bivzQzjI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/XozKXr6g_44/s320/317780_10150900161140344_852435343_21409965_1604840579_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669569633411190322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mummy's little sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o3. Our mini-us turned 6 months yesterday. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;. How time flies ey? Now she's trying hard to learn how to crawl tho she can basically move about and turn 360 degrees these days - even the more reason to keep her under our watchful eyes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baru sekejap terlepas pandang dah nak termasuk bawah sofa dah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Will write more bout her achievements later.he he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o4. I'm all set for the introduction to solid food for our little precious (which is a thrill but I'm a wee bit sad as she's no longer exclusively breastfeed,but I can't be selfish &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;? I'd like her to appreciate good food as much as we do) and her 1st solid food &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah pisang.&lt;/span&gt;ha ha. She seems to love it - so far. Gonna go for pumpkin or sweet potatoes next. Owh, the kiasu mummy decided to stick with organic veges and fruits since buying em makes her feels healthy! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o5. We'll be going back to Kedah for EID-Adha. I can't wait. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o6. Kidnapped a cooler box-fulled of salmon blocks from home during our last trip back to Kedah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makanya sekarang, asyik makan grilled salmon dengan nasi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;or  pasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- which is yummy. A guilty pleasure, but not so much of the guilt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Fish oil is a fat of a different kind. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Balik weekend nanti nak kidnap lagi&lt;/span&gt;, it's hard to find a decent looking salmon here in KL  or is it just me being fussy? Why look around when you could get it for free? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o7. I'm only half way thru the 1st book - half way down, 6 and a half books more to go. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heh, bila tahun lah nak abis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-2086896676070829994?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2086896676070829994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=2086896676070829994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/2086896676070829994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/2086896676070829994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/10/ofanother-randomness.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.another randomness.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jyJQFrIL8l8/Tq5bivzQzjI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/XozKXr6g_44/s72-c/317780_10150900161140344_852435343_21409965_1604840579_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-3758269539866673966</id><published>2011-10-21T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T11:27:23.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-si'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>♥of.the typical.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>So the other day I was watching one of those typical&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; anak derhaka&lt;/span&gt; drama on tv - as expected the disobedient kid miraculously got infected by a mysterious illness and was obviously suffering on her death-bed, with the inability to pass on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, toward the end of the drama, the heart-broken mother showed up with the usual &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mak maafkan setiap kesalan dan halalkan setiap titis susu mak untuk kau"&lt;/span&gt; lines and everything was dandy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hafta say that more often than not, most of the anak-derhaka drama would ended up that way. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anak derhaka, mak sedih kecewa duka lara, anak sakit, mak tak sampai hati, maafkan anak&lt;/span&gt;, the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell ya the truth, as much as I could already foresee the ending for those drama, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tetap lah mau tengok&lt;/span&gt; and I have nothing against em - tho some of em &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah terlebih&lt;/span&gt; drama queen, like exaggerate much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;memang patut ada banyak reminders pasal anak derhaka ni&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dalam dok pung pang pung pang cakap sayangilah ibu bapa semua pon, banyak lagi&lt;/span&gt; neglected parents - tho some might say that some of those parents actually had what they deserved like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"owh memang patut dia terabai macam tu, dulu dia bukannya pandai jaga anak"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell ya what, it's really not our place to judge and don't be too quick to judge la &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;? Now that I'm a parent myself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah selalu berdoa for Myra to be anak yang baek, mithali and solehah&lt;/span&gt; as it would be a priceless &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;harta &lt;/span&gt;for us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dunia and akhirat kan&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about kids, what up with those crazy people yang sesuka hati &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;menyumbat anak dalam tandas, buang daripada 2nd floor bagai&lt;/span&gt;? Like seriously,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kalau tanak anak tu, kasi je la kt orang boleh?&lt;/span&gt; Haih, I wish em would live a miserable life and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dipanah petir&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's the raksaksa gorgon talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, on a lighter note, &lt;span&gt; if a mother does not breastfeed her child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boleh ke nak cakap &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mak halalkan setiap titis susu mak untuk kau" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;or should it be changed to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mak halalkan setiap titis susu yang mak belikan and tolong bancuh untuk kau". :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, say yes to BF - tetiba berkempen pulak apesal tah.ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, have a great weekend, I'm going to spend mine on a shopping spree for Myra's solid food equipment and accessories. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yer&lt;/span&gt;, strainer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pon, kena beli yang baru dan cute (in pink if possible). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yes, I'm such a macik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A happy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&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/6038180-3758269539866673966?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3758269539866673966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=3758269539866673966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/3758269539866673966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/3758269539866673966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/10/ofthe-typical_21.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the typical.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-554207075900760560</id><published>2011-10-12T10:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T11:28:21.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yours Truly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>♥of.love.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hGWfOMGBr2k/TpUHAVSzpEI/AAAAAAAAAz8/JeiLiStnGMQ/s1600/314053_10150849228465344_852435343_21041190_112375418_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hGWfOMGBr2k/TpUHAVSzpEI/AAAAAAAAAz8/JeiLiStnGMQ/s320/314053_10150849228465344_852435343_21041190_112375418_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662439808785687618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love books, I used to be able to finish one in few hours but that's a thing of the past. Now I could hardly finish a chapter as the little precious craves for my attention like every second of every minute of every day - not that I'm complaining, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi tu lah&lt;/span&gt;, I could hardly read anymore these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still love em books, hence the trip to Big Bad Wolf (BBW) books sale with the colleagues last Friday - cheap books = happiness. Like yea, I only spent a little less than a hundred for some random books(7 of em to be exact), baby books and Sesame Street flashcards(for Myra).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided not to be too ambitious, so I went easy on the book hunting as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kalau di ikotkan hati, memang berkati-kati lah yang dibeli&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yer lah kan, if dulu sebulan dijamin habis baca 7 buku, sekarang sebulan satu pon belum tentu lagi.&lt;/span&gt; Looking at the rate that I'm going, I'll probably finish em all by the time for the next BBW sale next year. Pathetic, I know. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout books, I'm no longer the one to go for chick flicks (the last time I did, was hmpph..3 years ago?). I mean, it's not like I detest all those endless too good to be true romance and whatnot. I'm still the hopelessly romantic soul but once you're married, you'll learn a whole new meaning of romance, sacrifice and the lot - so reading all the stories of cheesy romance just gonna lead ya to endless nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, the books that I picked up recently are mostly written based on true stories - of love, life and whatnot. Even tho I shy away from chick flicks, it doesn't mean that I'm not reading bout love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;? It's just love of a different kind.Love is a many splendored thing, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, if there's one thing I adore bout books written based on true stories, it's the fact that you'll get the insight of someone's life whom probably living on the other side of the world - and it has been a dream of mine to see the world - but since I can't afford it right now due to work and life commitments, I'll settle by reading bout it.Owh well? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Going back to Kedah this weekend(yey!), perhaps I'd be able to finish one of the books whilst the parents and the little brother are making a big fuss of Myra. he he.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-554207075900760560?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/554207075900760560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=554207075900760560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/554207075900760560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/554207075900760560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/10/oflove.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.love.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hGWfOMGBr2k/TpUHAVSzpEI/AAAAAAAAAz8/JeiLiStnGMQ/s72-c/314053_10150849228465344_852435343_21041190_112375418_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-5437229023741240615</id><published>2011-10-04T10:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T14:00:56.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Whole New Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myra'/><title type='text'>♥of.solids.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Pardon me for blabbering too much bout our little precious - I'm turning into one of those....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makciks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, what can I say? Parents are like that, or izzit just moi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh,do ya know that we gonna reach the 6 months mark of our breastfeeding journey in few weeks? Otherwise known as Myra-gonna-turn-6-months-and-she'll-be-ready-for-solids-and-mummy-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;akan-bertambah-kiasu&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it matters to me when it comes to what goes in into my baby. I've been rather persistent in dodging all the owh-so-familiar suggestions and whatnot from people around me - to an extend that some people might think that I'm just plain rude, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yer lah, bila orang-orang tua dok kasi idea suh kasi makan itu ini, yours truly buat muka seposen jer&lt;/span&gt;, ya know, on how baby &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah lapar sebab dok minum susu jer, cuba la kasi makan nasik lenyek ke kan&lt;/span&gt;?  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, this is my baby that we're talking bout &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;? The one that I carried with me for the whole 37 weeks, the one that made me gained 14kg(but thankfully managed to shed it off), the one that made me felt all dizzy and fat. So yea, it so going to be my way on the highway baby - tho it's not like I'm trying to ignore all the thoughtful ideas, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi &lt;/span&gt;please let me be la&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kan? Bagi la idea-idea yang munasabah, yang pelik-pelik tunggu la 10 thn lagi ke?(So that I'll have more time to dodge those ideas jugak) &lt;/span&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they just don't have any ideas on what I have to sacrifice in order to get this far. When people around me spent their moolah on iPhone and ipads, I spent the same amount of money on a Medela Freestyle instead. Say what? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tak cukup berkorban&lt;/span&gt;? Lemme remind ya that I'm a gadget freak, I'm a geek. Imagine a baker without her Kitchen Aid mixer, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya sekarang adelah seorang&lt;/span&gt; gadget freak but no longer with the gadgets &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah &lt;/span&gt;- at least no longer with the latest ones. Fine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, now still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ade &lt;/span&gt;gadgets, but of a different kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, to get it straight. I never regret the fact that I actually turned myself into one of those obsessive bf mums. I hafta admit that it's one of the wonderful stuff bout being a mum. I mean, you could basically soothe your baby's hungry tummy at night with nothing, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak payah nak bangun pegi ambik botol, masak air, bancuh susu segala&lt;/span&gt; - except for a pair of working boobs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah kan&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I'm eternally grateful for that. If my working mum could actually nurse me for 4 long years(Yey Mum!), so do I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah kan&lt;/span&gt;? he he. Tho let's not be too ambitious, let's go thru the 6 months, 1 year mark etc 1st, one at a time.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Zaman dulu-dulu tak payah beli pump ribu-ribu pon berjaya jer&lt;/span&gt;, so yea, what reason do I have for not providing the best for my baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, talking bout solids, I'm going to get myself this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTKznWlrZSySIz2xf1irUPj3ms1Savdbzc05Axt19Nhabf7JO4R"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 142px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTKznWlrZSySIz2xf1irUPj3ms1Savdbzc05Axt19Nhabf7JO4R" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Philips Avent: Steamer &amp;amp; Blender, yup, told ya I'm still a gadget freak, but of a different kind.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nanti sambil-sambil buat puree untuk anak, boleh la jugak buat whipped potatoes untuk mak and bapak budak. Owh, the joy of parenthood. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so goin to drag C*** to shop for cute bowls, baby cubes, sippy cup and heat sensor spoons for Myra this weekend. :) Happiness - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sungguh makcik&lt;/span&gt; when buying stuff for ya kid makes ya happy. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh later.&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/6038180-5437229023741240615?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5437229023741240615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=5437229023741240615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/5437229023741240615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/5437229023741240615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/10/ofsolids.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.solids.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-6462082249059289745</id><published>2011-09-29T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T11:22:37.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tied the knot'/><title type='text'>♥of.sweetness.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq1vIje9AUE/ToPj44T4kBI/AAAAAAAAAzk/js1r-UISSDg/s1600/DSC_0717.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-oBF7rUlP1Ws/ToPjRqWKymI/AAAAAAAAAzc/FNQhQtswo2Y/s1600/309057_10150824954935344_852435343_20879464_1898103118_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oBF7rUlP1Ws/ToPjRqWKymI/AAAAAAAAAzc/FNQhQtswo2Y/s320/309057_10150824954935344_852435343_20879464_1898103118_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657615449472027234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi babies, kiss kiss :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After being tied to each other for the past 1 year and 3 months, I could safely say that my other half is still not much of the romantic kind. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, do not expect romantic notes on the dressing table or whatnot &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, but credit where credit is due, he's a caring one, at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime not so long ago, he stuffed a small tab of paracetamol into my Elmo's mouth (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yer&lt;/span&gt;, stuffed toy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang tidak bersalah itu ade ubat dalam mulutnya&lt;/span&gt;) and brought me a bottle of water in his attempt to cajole me into taking the medicine as I was already in bed and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malas giler la nak bangun makan ubat, tapi sebab C*** dah bersusah payah, makan jugak lah. &lt;/span&gt;You'll do anything to please your loved ones, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walaupon mata macam dah kena gam &lt;/span&gt;and your body aches with every move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it rather cute and sweet, if ya know my other half, he doesn't do cute very often, funny yes, cute? Hmpphh..not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's nothing much, it's not like coming home to find a VW Golf GTI (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;idaman hati&lt;/span&gt;) tied with red ribbons, but some stuff are just meant to be appreciated. It's just something that you have to be grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, the spa session that I had last week was sorta..hmmpp..okay I guess. I love the sauna,foot bath and body scrubbing (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;owh kulit&lt;/span&gt; jadi as soft as baby's butt) but the massage was a wee bit on the hard side. I felt like a  slab of sour dough, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kena uli dengan dasyat&lt;/span&gt;. ha ha. I told the masseuse to slow down a little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tatapiii&lt;/span&gt;..few minutes later &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tetap la kena urut dengan kuat&lt;/span&gt; that I couldn't be bothered to remind her to slow down anymore. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tahan je la&lt;/span&gt;. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I got back home with a sore back &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sebab terlebih urut&lt;/span&gt;, and guess who hafta be my next &lt;span class="st"&gt;masseur? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tentu lah&lt;/span&gt; C***&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; terchenta&lt;/span&gt;. he he. He was pretty evil I tell ya,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; he pressed hard on the sore spots&lt;/span&gt; and he went&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; " Dah pergi spa, balik rumah, spa ni jugak yang awak cari."&lt;/span&gt; Owh well darling, w&lt;/span&gt;hat to do&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lah kan&lt;/span&gt;? Please remind me to get a better masseuse next time - which I dunno when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, we'll be in Malacca tomorrow and I'm so going to badger C*** to get me the mille crepe cakes. Owh.. *salivates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq1vIje9AUE/ToPj44T4kBI/AAAAAAAAAzk/js1r-UISSDg/s1600/DSC_0717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq1vIje9AUE/ToPj44T4kBI/AAAAAAAAAzk/js1r-UISSDg/s320/DSC_0717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657616123235438610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-6462082249059289745?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6462082249059289745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=6462082249059289745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/6462082249059289745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/6462082249059289745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/ofsweetness.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.sweetness.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oBF7rUlP1Ws/ToPjRqWKymI/AAAAAAAAAzc/FNQhQtswo2Y/s72-c/309057_10150824954935344_852435343_20879464_1898103118_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-1629357611703996475</id><published>2011-09-22T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T18:12:59.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yours Truly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-si'/><title type='text'>♥of.another review.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to write bout our new favorite diaper for Myra. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sungguh la mak mak skrang.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MB2QqNwPFCQ/TnmIU_QnPbI/AAAAAAAAAzE/WTCiWMmUNsM/s1600/21092011077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MB2QqNwPFCQ/TnmIU_QnPbI/AAAAAAAAAzE/WTCiWMmUNsM/s320/21092011077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654700701300243890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Half of our diapers stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to date, our little precious is still on Mamy Poko and Huggies Ultra/Dry Comfort and to add to the existing selections, we decided to try a Japanese made diaper - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOO.N&lt;/span&gt;. We were 1st introduced(introduced &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt;? More like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dipaksa tengok &lt;/span&gt;by the salesperson) to it whilst grocery shopping at the nearby Jusco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hVWIOffzDHY/TnmIPevvgGI/AAAAAAAAAy8/laSQe0LZQH8/s1600/21092011075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hVWIOffzDHY/TnmIPevvgGI/AAAAAAAAAy8/laSQe0LZQH8/s320/21092011075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654700606673092706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simplicity at its best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing fancy bout the packaging but the diaper &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah sungguh lembuuut&lt;/span&gt;, the quality is comparable to Mamy Poko (the salesperson insisted on its premium quality) but yea, I personally think it's softer and silkier to the touch and it comes in multiple designs in each pack. Owh, the sizing is a wee bit different too compared to Mamy Poko and Huggies as its S size is rather big &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;macam &lt;/span&gt;size M &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt;. he he.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price wise, it's a wee bit on a high side (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kot&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;err..lupa pulak price berapa&lt;/span&gt; but it's not as cheap as Petpet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah &lt;/span&gt;for sure. he he. The diaper is treating Myra well so far, no diaper rash whatsoever but we're still on our 1st pack, so we'll decide later whether it's a keeper or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh yea, I googled and found out that there's another version of the diaper that actually comes with a wetness indicator. Too bad it's not available locally, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kot tak teringin mak nak try nak, zaman mak dulu tadak&lt;/span&gt;. ha ha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, being a mum &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ni memang kiasu sikit&lt;/span&gt; - hence the emotional bit during the wedding that we went to previously (refer previous post). These days I just cannot &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tahan &lt;/span&gt;seeing the lil precious being uncomfortable &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;semata-semata nak senangkan hati orang lain&lt;/span&gt; - like if I'm not there pon, the event is still on&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kan&lt;/span&gt;?. I mean, I'm the adult, I could surely survive the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; muka-gembira-tapi-hati-membara&lt;/span&gt; thing but babies mane &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah reti kan&lt;/span&gt;? They cry to convey their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to spoil the baby (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;asyik nak kena duduk tempat ber-aircon segala&lt;/span&gt;), perhaps it's just the motherly instinct. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kang nanti budak kecik tu demam ke ape ke, sape yang tak tido malam? Sape yang rasa macam nak menangis? &lt;/span&gt;Yes, it's your truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that people can't resist cute babies, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi nak pecet-pecet ke, nak agah-agah ke,ape ke&lt;/span&gt;, please do mind your limit la &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;? Babies are not public properties. Some parents probably won't tell it straight to your face tho they are not happy with your excessive level of 'friendliness', so yea, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pepandai lah control diri sendiri.&lt;/span&gt; I'd usually refrain myself from being too excited toward others' babies. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walaupon rasa macam nak pecet-pecet pipi sampai leper, nak ruffle their soft black hair tapi ku tahan jebat - unless la they are close relatives, tu lain citer. Anak orang yang terjumpa dekat mall, jangan lah gatal-gatal yer. Tengok sudah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, let's leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to drop by at the gyne's office tomorrow for a post-natal checkup and hopefully it won't be long as I'm going to drag myself into the next door spa.(Yea, like literally next door from the doc's office). Yea, the last time I went for a spa treatment is like a year ago, how time flies ey? If I'm a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuali&lt;/span&gt;, maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sudah berkerak&lt;/span&gt; - luckily I'm not. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manusia boleh&lt;/span&gt; scrub &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diri sendiri tapi kekadang adelah malas&lt;/span&gt;. So let's get someone to do it for us instead. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-1629357611703996475?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1629357611703996475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=1629357611703996475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1629357611703996475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1629357611703996475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/ofanother-review.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.another review.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MB2QqNwPFCQ/TnmIU_QnPbI/AAAAAAAAAzE/WTCiWMmUNsM/s72-c/21092011077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-950497652295299914</id><published>2011-09-20T15:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T09:36:54.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event and Incident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-si'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>♥of.the birthday.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>I just got a year older over the weekend. Yup, I'm now 27 years young yo! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm fine with the getting older thingy. I have nothing against getting old and whatnot - as I'm thankful for being able to live this long and blessed with good health, great families, awesome other half and a little precious whom I can't now live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm pretty much thankful for everything but the (birth) day itself was rather uneventful as I &lt;s&gt;was dragged&lt;/s&gt; had to attend a stranger's wedding. Don't get me wrong, I love weddings, but to attend a solemnization of strangers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah &lt;/span&gt;absurd on so many levels. Ya know how solemnization is, it's usually a family-affair thing and being stuck in the middle of unknown people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah sungguh bleh&lt;/span&gt;. I bet they even wondered who on earth am I. This one particular Macik even asked me where the bathroom is and when I shrugged she went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Owh, ingatkan family tuan rumah"&lt;/span&gt;. Like, see? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saya adelah&lt;/span&gt; the odd one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;di situ&lt;/span&gt;, I didn't belong to any side of the family,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tatapiiii tetap tercongok di situ. Memang sungguh WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, my baby was sleepy and cranky. It didn't help when being inside the house felt like being in an oven and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pasar tani&lt;/span&gt; all at the same time. So when the baby's moody, so was the mummy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. To add salt to the wound, there's this one particular macik - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang konon nak beramah mesra&lt;/span&gt; came over and squeezed my baby hard on her cheeks and my baby screamed her lugs out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah kan&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dah la mengantok, panas plak tu, dah tu manusia mane pulak datang pecet-pecet pipi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dengan tidak bersalah&lt;/span&gt;, she went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Alaa,menangis pulak dia". Dahhhh tuuu, yang kau pegi pecet pipi dia kenapa? Ini anak orang okay, bukan anak beruang.&lt;/span&gt;Would ya like it if I were to pinch you hard on the cheeks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak bersebab?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tengok jer tak boleh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tangan tu gatal kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a control freak. I loathes strangers yang t&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;etiba tah mana datang&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;raba&lt;/span&gt;/hold/squeeze my baby. It bothers me, like a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, we later ended up sitting in the car throughout the whole event as my baby could only be soothed with the existent of the air-con. We spent the next hour playing games on the celly (more like me playing, Myra watching), cam-whoring and nursing. It was so much fun, being with the baby never fails to amuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ACF7IT0mZdI/TnhO4QNBNNI/AAAAAAAAAy0/iM9LsCrvWgM/s1600/293247_10150810160920344_852435343_20778107_648482640_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ACF7IT0mZdI/TnhO4QNBNNI/AAAAAAAAAy0/iM9LsCrvWgM/s320/293247_10150810160920344_852435343_20778107_648482640_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654356060492870866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Myra tengah membilang dah berapa kali kena kiss dengan mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, next time someone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ajak pegi kenduri tah sapa-sapa&lt;/span&gt;, I'm going to fake a diarrhea or something. Hmpphhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so much of a happy birthday me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saya gembira la sangatt.&lt;/span&gt; *roll eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-950497652295299914?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/950497652295299914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=950497652295299914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/950497652295299914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/950497652295299914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/ofthe-birthday.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the birthday.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ACF7IT0mZdI/TnhO4QNBNNI/AAAAAAAAAy0/iM9LsCrvWgM/s72-c/293247_10150810160920344_852435343_20778107_648482640_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-661131988704765490</id><published>2011-09-14T09:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T18:07:00.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>♥of.the 4th month.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AXV0e2qRmYo/TnB8LZoyj7I/AAAAAAAAAys/VEHyuOmxmXs/s1600/328996_2364714321646_1364024910_2763609_50124571_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AXV0e2qRmYo/TnB8LZoyj7I/AAAAAAAAAys/VEHyuOmxmXs/s320/328996_2364714321646_1364024910_2763609_50124571_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652154067652349874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our little 4 months old bubble-maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Noticed that I haven't write much bout our little precious lately, at 4 months she's able to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o1&lt;/span&gt;. Turn to sleep on either left or right side without any help. Every night I would nurse her on our bed before placing her on her crib and she would turn herself to face me depending on which side of the bed I'm on, if mummy baring &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;belah kiri, pusing kiri, if baring belah kanan, pusing kanan. Very clever lah you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o2&lt;/span&gt;. She's now an expert when it comes to rolling over from her back to her front - tho sometimes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tangan dia tersangkut&lt;/span&gt; but she's so determined to keep her head and shoulder high &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sambil tersengih-sengih sampai penat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o3&lt;/span&gt;. I think she's pretty selective of people these days as she would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bolayan &lt;/span&gt;certain strangers - an aunt at our condo's management office assumed that "baby can't see clearly yet" hence the reason why Myra remain stoic even after she clapped and sang to her, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dia bukan tak nampak lah aunty&lt;/span&gt;, she just don't favor you. She could basically see across the room now, you just don't tickle her fancy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walaupon ade kat depan batang hidung&lt;/span&gt;. he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, she also refused to be with anyone but mummy during nite time (especially when she's getting sleepy) - that I usually need to squeeze my shower-solat-dinner-sterilizing bp into a very tight time frame as she usually gets pretty cranky when it comes to her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiduuu &lt;/span&gt;time, so yea, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya suka berbaring atas katil lepas makan untuk kecomelan yang sejati. &lt;/span&gt;Thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o4&lt;/span&gt;. Many commented that she's very '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keras&lt;/span&gt;'. haha. I mean, she could basically stand and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;melompat &lt;/span&gt;spring when ya hold her up, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ini lah budak kecik yg selalu perasan besar&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes she refused to sit and would insist on standing up and she'd do her walking-act (I should record this later). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merangkak pon belum,ade hati nak berjalan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o5&lt;/span&gt;. Most of her sleep suits are getting a bit tight (sidetrack &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sekejap&lt;/span&gt;, not milestones related) - including the expensive ones that my mum bought overseas, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ini lah padahnya, dulu macam sayang nak pakai&lt;/span&gt;, like seriously, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baju tidoq keciiik yang harga ratus-ratus, takkan pakai hari-hari?(I'm a cheapskate, I won't spend more than 60 bucks for a sleep suit, buat ape baju tido mahal2 nih? My moneh don't grow on trees.) Sekarang dah mengecil pulak&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simpan untuk next adik kot&lt;/span&gt;? Ehem, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay lambat lagi&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, since the budak kecik sedang membesar bagaikan johan, most of her baju &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dah nampak macam balut nangka dah (but still owh so cute, pardon my suka-puji-anak-sendiri-ness). &lt;/span&gt;Some of her 3-6 months clothes no longer fits. Owh, time for clothes sorting and shopping. Babies are indeed very expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o6&lt;/span&gt;. It has been more than a month since I got back to work after 3 months of maternity leave and she still loathes bottle-feeding. If she could go on&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; puasa sunat&lt;/span&gt;, I think she would as she would prefer to have nothing to do with bottles and such whilst I'm away, so much so that MIL hafta spoon-feed her these days -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tu pon tanak sangat,&lt;/span&gt; max 9oz from 8am to 7pm. I initially thought it's the EBM, but it tastes fine (yer, I tasted it, I currently provided her with fresh chilled EBM, no frozen ones for her yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used to be sorta okay with bottles during the last few weeks(she could finished 4-5 bottles of 3oz), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sekarang terus tanda pangkah - hence the prolonged and multiple nursing sessions during the night&lt;/span&gt;. I read somewhere that it's fine for babies to do that (refuse feeding during the day, cover &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balik waktu malam&lt;/span&gt;), as she would eventually get the needed amount of the calories of the day. Haih, I'm still hoping that she'll take the bottle, else maybe it's time to experiment on the sippy cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o7&lt;/span&gt;. Our little precious is a little person with big needs. She particularly loves attentions. Try to leave her alone after a short goo goo ga gah session and she's go bonkers the seconds ya left her side.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Owh sungguh drama, belajaq dengan sapa la ni? &lt;/span&gt;So yea, I'd still need to use the loo with the door opens sometimes - so we could&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'talk'&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it lah. Tata.&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/6038180-661131988704765490?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/661131988704765490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=661131988704765490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/661131988704765490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/661131988704765490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/ofthe-4th-month.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the 4th month.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AXV0e2qRmYo/TnB8LZoyj7I/AAAAAAAAAys/VEHyuOmxmXs/s72-c/328996_2364714321646_1364024910_2763609_50124571_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-7124013250266366483</id><published>2011-09-13T16:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T17:53:06.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event and Incident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>♥of.the unfortunate events.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling sorta under the weather today. Sore throat, headache, aching body, ya name it, I got it. Was thinking of dropping by at the doc office for MC but work comes 1st. Had a meeting to attend which ended up with the so-no-fortunate event aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kena saman dgn DBKL (lagi! Okay bkn la byk kali sgt,baru 2 kali tho not like I want to have more of the saman.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, more parking please, seeing the Full Parking sign when you're already 5 minutes late is nothing to be merry about - all thanks to the unexpected morning traffic. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bila tahunnn laaaa takkan jam nih?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Padahal construction dah bertahun-tahun,ubah sana sini, the outcome? Me = losing my hard-earned moolah. Ingat my moneh petik kt pokok ape?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was on half day off yesterday since the baby refused to be bottle-fed, so yea, whilst in the meeting, I was waiting for the inevitable call from MIL &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Myra nangis tamau minum susu harini,nangis tak stop-stop. Balik la yer" - &lt;/span&gt;but it didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope there's something that I can do to fix this.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tapi semua efforts adelah macam sia-sia &lt;/span&gt;as she's a very hesitant learner when it comes to bottle feeding, as if every day &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her memory is wiped clean pasal botol,macam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"bottle whatt?". &lt;/span&gt;She's still 2 months too young for solid food, so yea, hope that she gonna hang in there and be a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, bila la millions of moneh gonna fall out of the sky nih? If not in USD, RM pon okay lah, as long as its not Rupiah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-7124013250266366483?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7124013250266366483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=7124013250266366483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/7124013250266366483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/7124013250266366483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/ofthe-unfortunate-events.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the unfortunate events.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-9142271629679582925</id><published>2011-09-09T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T17:08:31.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event and Incident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend/Holiday'/><title type='text'>♥of.raya.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm a wee bit late, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;raya sebulan kan&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea,&lt;b&gt; Happy EID Mubarak, maaf zahir batin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o1&lt;/b&gt;. We spent the 1st 2 days of raya in Malacca and the rest of the EID break in Kedah. Yup, it's C***'s turn this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;o2.&lt;/b&gt; I didn't pull any Neng Yatimah's act tho I didn't get to spend the 1st day of EID with the family. I'm naturally stoic just like that, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dalam hati,lain cerita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;o3&lt;/b&gt;. I missed out on Tok's awesome meaty &lt;i&gt;kuah kacang&lt;/i&gt;. Sob sob. &lt;i&gt;Balik Kedah sempat jumpa ketupat palas jer - &lt;/i&gt;which is not my favourite&lt;i&gt;. Haih, mak kempunan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;o4.&lt;/b&gt;Didn't get to buy anything for the parents and lil brother for EID - since I didn't get to really shop for &lt;i&gt;raya&lt;/i&gt;. Resorted to &lt;i&gt;kasi-duit-raya-beli-lah-ape2-yang-suka&lt;/i&gt; method instead. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ampun maaf dipinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;o5&lt;/b&gt;.Our little precious was showered with &lt;i&gt;duit raya&lt;/i&gt; whilst the parents &lt;i&gt;pulak adelah &lt;/i&gt;vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;o6.&lt;/b&gt;Got myself a HP wedges for &lt;i&gt;raya&lt;/i&gt;, courtesy of C***. Thanks love. Err..err..the diamond ring that I'm crave for,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bila pulak&lt;/span&gt;?hehehehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;o7&lt;/b&gt;. We ended up wearing our nikah outfit during the 1st day of EID since we're a no-fuss couple just like that (plus Myra's too small to appreciate fancy baju sedondon and all that) . 2nd time &lt;i&gt;pakai &lt;/i&gt;and maybe the &lt;i&gt;last jugak lah adenya&lt;/i&gt;. Heavy beaded modern kurung = not so baby and nursing friendly, so much so that I was already in tops and long skirt when we went back to Rembau to visit C***'s grandpa.he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;o8&lt;/b&gt;. Bought a pair of cute cotton &lt;i&gt;baju kurung&lt;/i&gt; (in pink! hehe) for Myra which a tad too big at 50% off on the 2nd day of &lt;i&gt;raya &lt;/i&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Yer, beli baju raya after raya&lt;/i&gt;). ha ha. &lt;i&gt;Ape nak buat nak, pasal baju kurung mummy mu adelah cheapskate sebab dia pon tak berapa minat berkurung segala.&lt;/i&gt; he he. I mean, no point of buying fancy expensive &lt;i&gt;kurung &lt;/i&gt;for babies &lt;i&gt;la kan&lt;/i&gt;? They grow up so fast, too fast. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;o9&lt;/b&gt;. Tho the lack of shopping spree, I'm a wee bit broke this month due to my Medela FS and the visit to the gynae. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;. 4 months of exclusively bf yo! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;. I could practically bf with both of my eyes closed now. I'm praying for an endless &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rezeki &lt;/span&gt;for the baby for months to come.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tamau susu ibu lembu plis&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, happy weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-9142271629679582925?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9142271629679582925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=9142271629679582925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/9142271629679582925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/9142271629679582925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/ofraya.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.raya.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-5378869631079404657</id><published>2011-08-16T13:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T15:42:02.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tied the knot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myra'/><title type='text'>♥of.the other half.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Just realized that I hardly write bout C*** these days. he he. No, it's not an indicator that I'm loving that other half of mine any less. He's still my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intan payung&lt;/span&gt; and all that as I'm his - ha ha, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sila muntah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, to commemorate the undying love, am going to whip up something nice for iftar later. How bout grilled lamb with herbs sounds to you darling? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has been pretty cold during the night these days, so much so that the little precious refused to sleep on her bed but prefers to sleep on ours instead - she could sleep whilst being cuddled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi &lt;/span&gt;the moment we put her on her bed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terus ek ek padahal dah tido terkulai layu dah&lt;/span&gt; an hour ago. Tsk tsk. I think she loves our thick duvet. It's warm and comfy,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; siap ade bau mak bapak dia kan?&lt;/span&gt; Maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rasa sungguh&lt;/span&gt; safe and secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I've been sandwiched together between C*** and the baby due to her latest liking. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sampai lenguh badan mak ni nak oii&lt;/span&gt; (so please get mummy that super awesome bed once ya grow up). Imagine sleeping like a log, static &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;je&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takot terpenyek itu budak&lt;/span&gt; since she's a heat-magnet. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dah letak dia kt tepi&lt;/span&gt; but somehow she'll managed to roll over, tup tup she'll rest her head against my arm. he he. So much so that I often wake up at night just to switch my sleeping position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yer, switch sleeping position &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dalam sedar&lt;/span&gt; okay, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak boleh suka-suka hati mamai nak pusing-pusing tarik selimut segala &lt;/span&gt;and C*** in between his mamai-ness, he would pat me back to sleep - which is funny but sweet&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,dah tua-tua pon tido ade orang nak tepuk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about sweet, would be nice to have a glass of iced sugar cane juice for iftar later. C***, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;belikan &lt;/span&gt;please? ThanksIloveyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-5378869631079404657?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5378869631079404657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=5378869631079404657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/5378869631079404657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/5378869631079404657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/08/ofthe-other-half.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the other half.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-1572406672787866120</id><published>2011-08-14T06:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T07:27:53.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend/Holiday'/><title type='text'>♥of.EID spirit.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>We finally bought something for the baby (&amp;amp; none for ourselves except for a tub of Lecka lecka ice cream, owh wait a min, it's actually just for me) in the spirit of EID this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VmhGDNWcKcY/TkcIJffAhAI/AAAAAAAAAyc/8fstPgpVP9w/s1600/DP40WS_LRG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VmhGDNWcKcY/TkcIJffAhAI/AAAAAAAAAyc/8fstPgpVP9w/s320/DP40WS_LRG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640486017468236802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute rompers,a pink dress and a little pretty white dress - no, it's not the party-princess kinda dress. It's an all white English cotton baby dress. It's so adorable that I feel like getting one myself - tho of course it would be a tough luck finding it my size (&amp;amp; gaining C***'s nods of approval to wear it - he has a certain reservation on me wearing whites, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;senang ternampak bebenda yang tak patut katanya&lt;/span&gt;.ehem).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, it's already the 2nd week on Ramadhan but it was my 1st time going to the bazaar yesterday. We went there without the baby so it sorta feels like the old days again. It was drizzling and we forgot the umbrella so yea, we were walking hand in hand in the rain, how romantic. :P haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the romantic-ness that we went thru, ended up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beli popia and murtabak jer&lt;/span&gt;. Same old,same old. Menu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang sama jer &lt;/span&gt;each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, we're yet to find anything interesting for the parents. Perhaps I could find something nice from British India for dad as he digs linen shirt but I'm running out of idea of what to get for mum and the PIL. Tengok lah macam mana, as it gets a wee bit hard to go on shopping spree these days - the mini-us&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; itu suka buat perangai&lt;/span&gt; before her nap time and each time we're out, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masa tuuu jugak la dia nak tido&lt;/span&gt;. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, enough of multitasking (I'm blogging and pumping actually.heheheh). I'm going to catch some Zzzz with C*** and the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-1572406672787866120?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1572406672787866120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=1572406672787866120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1572406672787866120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1572406672787866120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/08/ofeid-spirit.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.EID spirit.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VmhGDNWcKcY/TkcIJffAhAI/AAAAAAAAAyc/8fstPgpVP9w/s72-c/DP40WS_LRG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-3708542107607641759</id><published>2011-08-12T08:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T10:05:05.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yours Truly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>♥of.mellowed.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10AcV8PvNX4/TkSKKJjERuI/AAAAAAAAAyU/d_AJ25brrx4/s1600/thankful-bread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10AcV8PvNX4/TkSKKJjERuI/AAAAAAAAAyU/d_AJ25brrx4/s320/thankful-bread.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639784540341028578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IVIbXbxbQw8/TkSJ6Or4gkI/AAAAAAAAAyM/XYHTzRndx_g/s1600/thankful-bread.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who would have thought that I'll be the 1st person to be in the office today.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rajin sungguh saya - rajin ada makna, harini balik awal. Yey!.&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life has been pretty interesting lately. Working life is back on track (&amp;amp; the workload's catching up on me) and the baby's finally fine with bottle feeding. The amount increased from 8oz/day to 15oz-18oz/day in just a week. I'm glad. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know that she's not starving whilst I'm at work - and due to the increasing demand, am finally getting myself the Medela FS. Huuu..Swing works fine for me but since I'm already back to work and whatnot, timing is rather crucial. So let's not waste much time (time's gold ya know?) and grab the FS instead. It's an investment but I'll make sure that it's a money well spent. InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this morning, after kissing C*** goodbye as he's leaving for work and preparing the EBM for the baby, I still had sometime to kill before getting ready for work - so I lie awake next to Myra with my lips on the side of her head - breathing in her baby smell whilst my dam of tears threaten to break. he he. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Takde lah sedih&lt;/span&gt;, it's just that the realization of how I'm blessed with such gift and whatnot, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah &lt;/span&gt;a wee bit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mengharukan perasaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've sorta mellowed after the marriage and the baby. Sentimental &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terlebih&lt;/span&gt; and this came from the former &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;raksaksa &lt;/span&gt;gorgon. :P As much as I like to put up a stoic front, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya sebenarnye adelah&lt;/span&gt; hopelessly emotional bout certain stufff tho I'm still pretty tough on the other side and  it ain't easy to break me. Coin&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pun ade 2 sides kan&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manusia lagi la banyak sides - &lt;/span&gt;the ugly sides of people&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; adelah yang paling menakotkan, &lt;/span&gt;but fret not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God's always watching and listening.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Owh, I need a shopping spree, like desperately.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nak wedges Clarks yang cantik plis.&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/6038180-3708542107607641759?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3708542107607641759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=3708542107607641759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/3708542107607641759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/3708542107607641759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/08/ofmellowed.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.mellowed.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10AcV8PvNX4/TkSKKJjERuI/AAAAAAAAAyU/d_AJ25brrx4/s72-c/thankful-bread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-66923359238596853</id><published>2011-08-08T09:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T10:32:39.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend/Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>♥of.routines.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Just finished my 1st pumping session of the day whilst waiting for the clock to hit 7am so I could get ready for work.No, it's not what ya think. I don't do 100 push ups for flat tummy - tho flat tummy is nice - but since I don't have issues with tummy (my never ending issue is still the ever so curvaceous butt), so yea, push ups what? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh back to the pumping - things that bf mommies do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah kan&lt;/span&gt;? A year back I would wait for my get-up-for-work time whilst lying on the bed covered with a thick duvet, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sekarang tidak lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My morning routines these days usually start right after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sahur &lt;/span&gt;or around 6am as I need to check on Myra's ebm - put em in individual bottle for each feeding (she's one fussy little precious, she loves fresh ebm compared to the frozen one hence the early morning pumping session - at least she'll get 6-7oz of fresh ebm for the day, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ditambah pula&lt;/span&gt; with the existing chilled stock), pack the cooler bag, take a shower then DF&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; si kecik&lt;/span&gt; before getting ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it makes me feel a whole lot better to leave for work after seeing that contented look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, we went back to Malacca during the weekend. It was blissful since it the weather was on mild side. The little precious &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pulak &lt;/span&gt;loves being in the centre of attention &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seperti biasa. Memang&lt;/span&gt; attention seeker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another lighter note, we're going back to Kedah in a week or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-66923359238596853?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/66923359238596853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=66923359238596853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/66923359238596853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/66923359238596853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/08/ofroutines.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.routines.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-3049614266027074142</id><published>2011-08-04T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T09:53:51.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event and Incident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-si'/><title type='text'>♥of.the hungry baby.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Did ya know that I took a half day off on my 1st day at work since Myra couldn't stop crying? Which I reckon was out of hunger - she only drank 1oz of EBM from 8am to 2pm (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;puasa ke nak&lt;/span&gt;?), she refused the bottle and push her nenek's hand away when she tried to spoon feed her. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pengsan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I came home at 3pm to a tired looking baby and the moment that she saw me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah buat muka sedih&lt;/span&gt; as if a way of saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"mummy, where have you been?"&lt;/span&gt;. Tsk tsk. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kesedihan berganda sejuta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nursed her and she fell asleep. That night she did nothing but cling to me like a baby koala. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tido pon melekat jer &lt;/span&gt;and since C***'s not around for a work trip, she got to sleep on our bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih, I thought this going back to work thingy gonna be easy but apparently it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on the 2nd day at work, I was already fidgeting on my seat by noon, half expecting to receive a call from the MIL asking me to come back home but the call never comes - which was a huge relief as it indicated that the baby's doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, she still hates the EBM tho she used to be okay with it previously but she had 3oz of EBM compared to 1oz the day before. Still no where near to sufficient as I swear her face light up when I got back home and she nursed like she's starving -  so I'm hoping that she'll take more EBM today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, she also resorted to multiple naps during the day whilst I was at work tho she rarely sleeps during the day before, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;macam hibernate untuk kurangkan pengunaan tenaga. Ya know tido = kurang lapar = kurang&lt;/span&gt; EBM (which she detest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haih baby, sila la minum susu, jangan la buat mummy susah hati. Tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-3049614266027074142?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3049614266027074142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=3049614266027074142&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/3049614266027074142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/3049614266027074142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/08/ofthe-hungry-baby.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the hungry baby.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-5399520849890683394</id><published>2011-08-02T10:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T11:39:04.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-si'/><title type='text'>♥of.back to work.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>It's the 2nd day of Ramadhan and my 1st day at work (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;datang awal dgn jayanya&lt;/span&gt; so I could get back home on time) - I'm supposed to get back to work yesterday, but I bought myself another day off by burning another day of AL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I feeling bout getting back to work? Excited? Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit restless. I feel like picking up the phone to check on how Myra's doing at home. Is she okay? Did she refuse the EBM like usual? Did she screams her lungs out whilst looking for me? Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If money is not an issue, I bet that I'll be a SAHM in a heartbeat but I want us to be able to satisfy our needs for all the good things in life, to provide the best for our little precious &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bukan cukup-cukup makan (he he, masih mempunyai nafsu untuk benda-benda yang lagha di situ) - jadi tak boleh la goyang kaki adanya, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the little precious woke up whilst I was getting ready for work. She refused to DF since she's still full for the previous feed after Subuh. She was smiling with the amused look on her face, ya know she finds it amusing to see me with my tudung on. I think she managed to relate tudung with going out. So when I kissed her goodbye without picking her up from the bed, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah tercebik-cebik kesedihan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hai lah anak, mummy adelah kena pegi keja okay. Tak boleh lah nak bawak sekali&lt;/span&gt;, if only I could then I absolutely would - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi kang tak jadi keja la jawabnya&lt;/span&gt;.Huuu..I'll see you in few hours, till then be good for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nenek&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, have a blessed Ramadhan. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-5399520849890683394?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5399520849890683394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=5399520849890683394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/5399520849890683394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/5399520849890683394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/08/ofback-to-work.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.back to work.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-8969765247100690821</id><published>2011-07-30T09:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T01:19:09.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Whole New Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>♥of.3.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Having a mini-us equals to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o1&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;Reduced to bershopping&lt;/span&gt; di mall within 10km radius only aka malls &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang tak glamor dan tak &lt;/span&gt;crowded &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seperti &lt;/span&gt;Jusco AU2 aka mall yang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dekat so boleh balik dengan pantas&lt;/span&gt; once the baby's moody. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, ever since Myra's around, the parents(specifically the mummy) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah sungguh tidak sempat nak membeli benda-benda lagha di big malls lagi&lt;/span&gt;,we only go to the malls when it's necessary. Huuu...I detest parents yang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dok usung newborns ke hulu ke hilir in super crowded malls pehtu bila anak melalak&lt;/span&gt;, people around gonna give ya the "shut ya baby up" looks. &lt;span&gt;Like, seriously, I think the parents could bear a few months without shopping-spree right especially when the baby's a newborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; So ya, no crowded malls for now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tunggu lah dah besaq sket&lt;/span&gt;, say 5 months? he he :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02&lt;/span&gt;. Half of the freezer is packed with EBM. Uh.. yea, no more Ben and Jerry's or Lecka2 plus I'm still on the ice cream-ban for the next few months or so. If I can't eat em, the daddy can't too. Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o3&lt;/span&gt;. Each time we're out for a quick groceries shopping trip, we'll be equipped with a BabyBjorn and a stroller as Myra gets restless pretty quick when she's in the stroller so we hafta switch to baby carrier when she starts to go ek ek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o4&lt;/span&gt;. Spending more moolah on the baby stuff compared to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;benda-benda lagha&lt;/span&gt; for ourselves - which reminds me that I'm yet to get anything for C*** for our 1st anniversary tho not like he cares bout the gift. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, yea I'm emotional when it comes to BF since my journey started off on a bumpy road (Don't lemme start bout cracked, bleeding nipps &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;segala&lt;/span&gt;.ha ha. Yea, but lemme tell ya that it's not as easy as it seems,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; selak baju, kasi susu, selesai&lt;/span&gt;). Tho some people didn't BF but their kids still turned out to be fine&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; I still don't wanna hear the typical&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "owh, minum FM/makan bubur/nestum/tepung beras awal pon anak sehat jer,bukan jadi ape pon"&lt;/span&gt;. Yes,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sumbat lah apa-apa pon&lt;/span&gt; to your kids, they are all yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, our little precious is 3 months old today! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hLvcZLbkFmw/TjQ6y9PZJGI/AAAAAAAAAyE/biIq46u9458/s1600/22072011884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hLvcZLbkFmw/TjQ6y9PZJGI/AAAAAAAAAyE/biIq46u9458/s320/22072011884.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635193680854328418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You make me feel funny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you come around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yeah that's what I found out honey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What am I doing without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You make me feel happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When I leave you behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It plays on my mind now honey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What am I doing without you &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/6038180-8969765247100690821?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8969765247100690821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=8969765247100690821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/8969765247100690821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/8969765247100690821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/of3.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.3.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hLvcZLbkFmw/TjQ6y9PZJGI/AAAAAAAAAyE/biIq46u9458/s72-c/22072011884.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-3044820176415309904</id><published>2011-07-22T13:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T15:53:08.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-si'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>♥of.diapers.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>The baby's asleep and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah &lt;/span&gt;it's easier to put her to sleep these days - especially for her day nap. All she needs is 2-3 minutes of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dukung then terus lelap &lt;/span&gt;and yeah, due to her consistent timing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jugak&lt;/span&gt;, it gets a wee bit easier for me to work on the house chores and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masak&lt;/span&gt; - which is such a huge relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that she's getting less clingy in that sense, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kot tak tido pon tamau asyik nak berkepit je macam anak&lt;/span&gt; koala bear. Not that I don't cherish the fact that my baby loves me so much that she wanted nothing but me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi tu lah&lt;/span&gt;, MIL going to come over and help us to look after her for one whole month during Ramadhan so I hope she'll be an easy baby for her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nenek&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Myra gonna turn 3 months in 8 days and she's been using like tonnes of disposable diapers. Heh, not that I don't wanna be more natural with cloth diapers - especially when they come with cute colorful designs and whatnot these days - tapi, I'm a working mum, if I'm too concern bout being environmentally right and whatnot,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ade ke baby sitter nak melayan&lt;/span&gt;? Huuu..perhaps I'd put her on cd during the weekends &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah kan&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout disposable diapers, we've been on a couple of brands - Mamy Poko, Huggies,  Drypers, Pet Pet, Pureen - but the staple's Mamy Poko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's ramble bout em for a bit ( yea, this what happens when you're a mum, you'll somehow stop rambling bout designer handbag and started fussing bout diapers instead).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmO27oTPXqE/TjEU_d37YoI/AAAAAAAAAx8/L06S1ik9HU4/s1600/22072011883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmO27oTPXqE/TjEU_d37YoI/AAAAAAAAAx8/L06S1ik9HU4/s320/22072011883.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634307689400722050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Half of the stock in the guest room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Momy Poko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our favourite diaper to date. We've gone thru packs of em. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dah beribu-ribu lemon - which I reckon bleh beli a decent pair of shoes with that money&lt;/span&gt;. In fact it's her 1st diaper. It doesn't leaks, cottony soft, no nappy rash, comes with velcro tapes and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak busuk&lt;/span&gt;. ha ha. :P I mean of coz la baby's poo is sorta &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;busuk &lt;/span&gt;but the diapers won't give out the smelly, musty smell when it's full of wee wee and yea, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comel &lt;/span&gt;some more - ade cartoon Winnie the Pooh. Yes, I'm a sucker for cute stuff. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huggies Ultra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a cheaper and not as soft version of Mamy Poko and not as cute. :P ha ha.Recently we bought the other version - Huggies Dry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi belum try&lt;/span&gt;.Huuu...revi&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ape la ni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this brand out of desperation when Myra was hospitalized for her jaundice, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masuk hospital tak bersiap sedia ini la bahananyer, hospital lak takde jual yang best&lt;/span&gt; - yea, I never mentioned bout it before aight? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yea, baby masuk hospital, baby menangis duduk bawah lampu, mummy dia pon tumpang menangis. ha ha.&lt;/span&gt; Back to Pureen, well, it works &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah &lt;/span&gt;for a diaper, but need constant checking and changing as it leaks and to my annoyance, gave Myra nappy rash. Yea, obviously &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takkan beli lagi&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pakai lagi tho ade yang kasi free&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pet Pet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought this out of a cousin's recommendation when Myra's 2 months old. It's cheap but comes with velcro tapes, good fit, soft, sorta cute and sorta okay for day wear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapiii...ianya adelah busuk.&lt;/span&gt; Ade love and hate relationships &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disitu&lt;/span&gt;. I soo wanna like it &lt;s&gt;sebab murah giler and Mummy boleh la guna duit tu untuk benda2 lagha yang lain&lt;/s&gt;, but perhaps &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mempunyai benchmark yang terlalu tinggi&lt;/span&gt; as we've been using Mamy Poko for soo long. We still have a pack of it and maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;akan beli jugak la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;when it's on sale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, so boleh la jugak pakai main-main&lt;/span&gt;- especially on Myra's berak days, yeah the little precious &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berak selang sehari&lt;/span&gt; then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;banyakkk pulak tu&lt;/span&gt;, okay too much information. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drypers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why we bought those diapers at the 1st place as it has nothing to shout about - except for the cute design and dirt cheap. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Owh, now baru ingat&lt;/span&gt;, C*** insisted on trying them on - as he think the diaper &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mempunyai nama&lt;/span&gt; yang cool, Drypers. Hmppphh.. T_T Luckily we only bought the small pack. For the sake of reviewing, the diaper leaks, comes with those annoying sticky tapes,gave Myra nappy rash and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;busuk juge&lt;/span&gt;. 1st and last purchase &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah nampaknya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, we're sticking with Momy Poko for regular use and Pet Pet for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hari berak&lt;/span&gt;  - owh Myra's still on BF so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;memang la sangat lawas adanya&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about BF, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ade la pulak yang nak suruh&lt;/span&gt; feed my lil baby with&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; air masak&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jangan la pulak keluar idea nak kasi nestum segala. Haih, &lt;/span&gt;it's tiring to remind em that she's exclusively bf. How on earth am I supposed to educate these people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's frustrating at times. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Macam la budak kecik tu tinggal rangka ke ape ke&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;padahal &lt;/span&gt;she's getting heavier with double chins &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;segala &lt;/span&gt;- what make em think that she ain't getting enough nutrients?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J3W9eF7Snt4/TioD5hjnm5I/AAAAAAAAAx0/0PY9qqP-HrY/s1600/15072011868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J3W9eF7Snt4/TioD5hjnm5I/AAAAAAAAAx0/0PY9qqP-HrY/s320/15072011868.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632318570775419794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FSI7v793sTk/TioDdHVnIBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/UB62sORoWu4/s1600/09072011857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FSI7v793sTk/TioDdHVnIBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/UB62sORoWu4/s320/09072011857.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632318082701008914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Do I look scrawny to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It annoys me to answer those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Minum susu badan jer?" (Whaddaya mean by jerrr???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, dah nak kerja lum campur FM lagi?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phbbttt...sooo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;susu sendiri yang banyak-banyak tu nak buat ape? Mandiii ka&lt;/span&gt;? Why should I feed my baby with cow's milk when I have mine? Why am I having these nagging feeling at the back of my head as if these people think that I'm being a cheapskate hence the BF - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yer lah susu ibu kan free, susu lembu kena beli okeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheapskate ape&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kalau nak&lt;/span&gt; invest on breastfeeding equipments &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sume dah makan ribu segala.&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes I feel like rubbing those facts on their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a damn if others' kid&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dah minum FM mahal, makan nestum/bubur umur sebulan&lt;/span&gt; dua then jadi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sehat bulat tembam ke ape&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best to provide for my baby and I'll do that as long as I could, InsyaAllah, so please don't ruin it for me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping a smiley face whilst facing those unwanted suggestions are getting rather uneasy, so God help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, am getting emotional, so later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-3044820176415309904?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3044820176415309904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=3044820176415309904&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/3044820176415309904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/3044820176415309904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/ofdiapers.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.diapers.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmO27oTPXqE/TjEU_d37YoI/AAAAAAAAAx8/L06S1ik9HU4/s72-c/22072011883.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-2113850157429655598</id><published>2011-07-20T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T00:41:39.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>♥of.exhausted.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>As I'm typing this, the baby's asleep, the hubby is somewhere up North for a work trip only to return by tomorrow and I'm exhausted - but I'm too tired that I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, usually when C***'s around, we gonna take turn to rock the baby before she finally decides that it's her time to sleep. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yer, kena berdukung duluuu&lt;/span&gt;..else she'll cry like nobody's business, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;macam kena dera&lt;/span&gt;. Tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it's just me, juggling between house chores and a screaming sleepy baby. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walaupon pinggang cam nak tercabut &lt;/span&gt;and I hafta stuff myself with a cheese sandwich whilst holding a baby&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, kena lah layankan jugak.&lt;/span&gt; If this ain't love, then I don't know what this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A92uZABAYX0/TiWzWpVffFI/AAAAAAAAAxk/hM3BRMRQoc8/s1600/30062011842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A92uZABAYX0/TiWzWpVffFI/AAAAAAAAAxk/hM3BRMRQoc8/s320/30062011842.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631104110731164754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No baby cot for tonite, she's sleeping with mummy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, the baby is cranky since she can't sleep during the day, no thanks to the renovations on progress next door. If the noises managed to annoy me, imagine the effect on a sleepy baby. Haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby tak boleh tidoq, mummy dia yang emosi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I'm going back to work in less than 2 weeks? Am I thrilled? Not so much. ha ha. Yea, this comes from someone who couldn't imagine how to be jobless for three long months. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sekarang adelah rasa malas&lt;/span&gt;, plus it's just plain sad to leave the baby. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sekarang saper la yang&lt;/span&gt; clingy? Me or the baby? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, talking bout work, there were some departures at the work places, so once I'm back, I reckon that the workload gonna be monstrous. Hope the boss gonna be easy on me as it has been months since my last coding, so I'm feeling a bit rusty - but fret not, programming is like riding a bicycle, ya may get a wee bit rusty, but&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; InsyaAllah, tak lupa lah kot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, time to get some sleep. Ciou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-2113850157429655598?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2113850157429655598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=2113850157429655598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/2113850157429655598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/2113850157429655598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/ofexhausted.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.exhausted.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A92uZABAYX0/TiWzWpVffFI/AAAAAAAAAxk/hM3BRMRQoc8/s72-c/30062011842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-1341592507540660681</id><published>2011-07-14T14:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:30:57.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>♥of.favourite.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Dad called just now as he's in KL for one of his endless meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, he's asking us out for dinner so he could meet his beloved daughter and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;menantu&lt;/span&gt;, teeett! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salah disitu&lt;/span&gt;. He is asking the daughter and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;menantu &lt;/span&gt;to come over to the hotel for dinner so he'll be able to meet his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cucu &lt;/span&gt;instead. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tsk tsk, siapa lah diriku sekarang, sudah tidak favourite lagi&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tokwan&lt;/span&gt;'s side of the story, as for the grandma, she would ask me to mms her darling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cucu &lt;/span&gt;picture each time we're on the phone. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just now, after her phone call, I sent her this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jUFKtAk4EA4/Th6MlP-FH2I/AAAAAAAAAxc/wosNCr3chDo/s1600/14072011866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jUFKtAk4EA4/Th6MlP-FH2I/AAAAAAAAAxc/wosNCr3chDo/s320/14072011866.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629091155829661538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Owh manisnya, manisnya senyuman mu. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, no cooking for today, yey! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yea, I still manage to cook these days. Tho not much of those fancy schmancy meal as juggling between cooking and a screaming baby leave me with not much space for creativity - with that I'm so very thankful for C*** who's not a fussy eater at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another lighter note, 2 more weeks before I'm back to work. Owhh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C***, nak goyang kaki jer kat rumah boleh? hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-1341592507540660681?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1341592507540660681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=1341592507540660681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1341592507540660681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1341592507540660681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/offavourite.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.favourite.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jUFKtAk4EA4/Th6MlP-FH2I/AAAAAAAAAxc/wosNCr3chDo/s72-c/14072011866.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-1371950602910982643</id><published>2011-07-13T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T12:56:00.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event and Incident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myra'/><title type='text'>♥of.mixed updates.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2CidGBwSdgY/Th0Ibwd8h6I/AAAAAAAAAxU/3PxSMrTCAeg/s1600/01072011844.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: The 1st half is a back-dated post because&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; saya malas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/6/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, the stupid Maxis broadband is blocking my access to FB and I'm not even done with my monthly quota yet, pbhhttt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here I am, at home with the little sleeping beauty. She's asleep (hence the sleeping beauty :P) whilst her mummy cum nurse is armed with a thermometer to monitor her temperature as she just got her 2 months immunizations injection yesterday. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yer lah, takot dia demam terkejut ke ape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all went well yesterday. She's 4.9kg now (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;patut la lenguh dah tangan mummy anak oii&lt;/span&gt;) - that's 1.3kg weight gain in a month. She, ehem..stands at 56cm. ha ha. The moment her little butt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kena cucuk&lt;/span&gt;, she wailed as usual, but got distracted few seconds later by the squeaky toys that I got from the doc's office. Owh, I think we found the right paed for Myra, she's nice, friendly, motherly and all that which reminded me of my own gyne (both of their clinics are just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sekangkang kera&lt;/span&gt; away from each other). Must drop by to her clinic soon as I have tonnes of stuff to be asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next appointment gonna be in August for Myra's 3 months checkup and that's when we decided to go for the extra vaccinations - pneumococcal. It's highly recommended by the paed. Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sila lah ambek&lt;/span&gt;, your child's health is something priceless. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duit boleh dicari&lt;/span&gt;. No? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kang anak dah sakit, mak dia jugak yang menangis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2CidGBwSdgY/Th0Ibwd8h6I/AAAAAAAAAxU/3PxSMrTCAeg/s1600/01072011844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2CidGBwSdgY/Th0Ibwd8h6I/AAAAAAAAAxU/3PxSMrTCAeg/s320/01072011844.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628664382242981794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tido selepas dicucuk bontot.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, we finally brought Myra back to Malacca last weekend. All went well tho she did throw terrible tantrum &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerana kepanasan(Malacca dan kepanasan adelah tak dapat dielakkan,&lt;/span&gt; whilst I was staying in Malacca for my Alpha year, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah pelawat tetap clinic kerana asyik&lt;/span&gt; sore throat and ulcer) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kembung perot&lt;/span&gt; (which is my bad as the mummy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lupa diri and makan goreng pisang,&lt;/span&gt;so hafta watch my diet next time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, si merah juga telah selamat disunatkan. I didn't have the heart to see the procedure tho it ended in a jiffy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si kecik juga&lt;/span&gt; didn't scream as much or as long as I expected. Way to go Myra, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuat sungguh anak mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby's calling, I'm off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-1371950602910982643?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1371950602910982643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=1371950602910982643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1371950602910982643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1371950602910982643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/ofmixed-updates.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.mixed updates.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2CidGBwSdgY/Th0Ibwd8h6I/AAAAAAAAAxU/3PxSMrTCAeg/s72-c/01072011844.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-1407021095906055327</id><published>2011-07-01T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T11:45:00.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>♥of.juggling.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0m6klXj5WsQ/TgyOIhkl3XI/AAAAAAAAAwY/jmC0jAiow9o/s1600/28062011835.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K-24HwQMsPY/TgyOI-S0YGI/AAAAAAAAAwo/TRqSli2nZ08/s1600/27062011832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K-24HwQMsPY/TgyOI-S0YGI/AAAAAAAAAwo/TRqSli2nZ08/s320/27062011832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624026319490932834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought that juggling between taking care of a tiny human and house chores is one tough job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hardly do anything these days, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baru nak lipat baju she gonna go ek ek&lt;/span&gt;. So much so that I hafta shower with the door open so I could talk to her whilst taking my shower. Yea, she's THAT clingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add up the fun, she rarely sleep during the day nowadays. Just when you thought that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;budak kecik&lt;/span&gt; hafta sleep so they could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;membesar bagaikan johan. Nampaknya tidak. &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps she took after us as we're not the tido-siang type or perhaps she's just wired that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tak kisah la nak, asalkan bahagia dan sehat&lt;/span&gt; then I wouldn't ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Biaq la daddy and mummy makin kurus pon takpe. he he. Kurus ke? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a lucky day she gonna nap for an hour or two after her morning bath and a round of milk fix. That's when I'll take my shower, wash/fold the laundry, clean up the house, whip up something for C***'s dinner whilst having my meal which usually consist of cereal and cold milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, multitasking at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, what happens when she refused to sleep? The mummy would usually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buat hati kering&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to certain stuff or she'll have to do the house chores in stages.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Potong sayur seminit, layan Myra 10 minutes, lipat baju 3 helai, layan Myra 30 minutes. Yea, macam tu lah adenya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we managed to get our hands on the cute rocker for Myra last weekend, together with the baby cot. Yea, the daddy finally managed to reclaim his spot on the bed so all of us don't have to be sandwiched together anymore. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the rocker. She seems to love it....sometimes - which is like 2 times out of ten. Tsk tsk. She could only bear to sit in it for 30 minutes top. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0m6klXj5WsQ/TgyOIhkl3XI/AAAAAAAAAwY/jmC0jAiow9o/s1600/28062011835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0m6klXj5WsQ/TgyOIhkl3XI/AAAAAAAAAwY/jmC0jAiow9o/s320/28062011835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624026311780851058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope, she's not amused by the hanging toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's actually afraid of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HIU91BYrlqU/TgyOIm4jWhI/AAAAAAAAAwg/VAokhhokgCA/s1600/scarymary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HIU91BYrlqU/TgyOIm4jWhI/AAAAAAAAAwg/VAokhhokgCA/s320/scarymary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624026313206749714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He he. I thought that purple hippo supposed to be cute, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rupanya scary di mata mu wahai anak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya should see how she wailed when we showed it to her for the 1st time, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terus tercebik-cebik ketakotan&lt;/span&gt; whilst doing this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2A0rnrkm_qQ/TgyPIengd1I/AAAAAAAAAww/z9jKXWgX4zo/s1600/28062011833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2A0rnrkm_qQ/TgyPIengd1I/AAAAAAAAAww/z9jKXWgX4zo/s320/28062011833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624027410499401554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tangan gelabah mengipas lipas. he he. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho she didn't really favour the rocker, she seems to be okay sleeping in the baby cot. We intentionally bought the 5 in 1 baby cot so it could be used until she's 5 as it could be converted into playpen, sofa bed and junior bed later. he he. It's a big investment, yes - as it cost as much as our bed. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But having a comfy and safe bed for the little one is more important, yes? &lt;s&gt;Lagipon mummy dia tak tertahan tengok babycot tu comel sangat.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I'm yet to really teach her how to take the EBM thru feeding bottles. Tried a few times which turned out to be a huge failure as she would just push em away with her little tongue - which worries me a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully she'll adapt to it before I'm back to work in August, else &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bukan budak kecik yang menangis, mummy dia yang menangis la kot. Tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off, have a great weekend aight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&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/6038180-1407021095906055327?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1407021095906055327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=1407021095906055327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1407021095906055327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1407021095906055327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/ofjuggling.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.juggling.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K-24HwQMsPY/TgyOI-S0YGI/AAAAAAAAAwo/TRqSli2nZ08/s72-c/27062011832.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-7521688563530724993</id><published>2011-06-30T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T23:39:40.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event and Incident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myra'/><title type='text'>♥of.2 months.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWdEW9dit4w/TgyYGQqahaI/AAAAAAAAAw4/qDZdygMpqPw/s1600/30062011843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWdEW9dit4w/TgyYGQqahaI/AAAAAAAAAw4/qDZdygMpqPw/s320/30062011843.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624037267998410146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Muka merajuk sebab mummy tamau dukung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She's 2 months young today, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;. Time flies eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever thankful for this gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-7521688563530724993?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7521688563530724993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=7521688563530724993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/7521688563530724993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/7521688563530724993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/of2-months.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.2 months.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWdEW9dit4w/TgyYGQqahaI/AAAAAAAAAw4/qDZdygMpqPw/s72-c/30062011843.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-2294913985561650939</id><published>2011-06-25T16:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T16:25:00.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event and Incident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tied the knot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>♥of.the 1st.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G1BG8aXDVNY/TgF30pDO4HI/AAAAAAAAAv4/3tzN2EZSwRo/s1600/DSC_1304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G1BG8aXDVNY/TgF30pDO4HI/AAAAAAAAAv4/3tzN2EZSwRo/s320/DSC_1304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620905556191404146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're one today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the wonderful stuff and the craziness( ya wouldn't want me to start rambling bout the crazy people that we hafta deal with) that we went through, I could safely say that he's truly my other half( the better half of me at times), my best friend &amp;amp; the devoted father of our child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho after a year, he's still not as romantic as I expected him to be (he he.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ampun &lt;/span&gt;darling, I'm just hopelessly romantic like that) but he's the best ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart ya C***,to bits. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lNMd1xuHfKE/TgF4Cix0txI/AAAAAAAAAwA/FkxYr6yC4hE/s1600/18062011773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lNMd1xuHfKE/TgF4Cix0txI/AAAAAAAAAwA/FkxYr6yC4hE/s320/18062011773.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620905795025942290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bout a romantic dinner for two..err..3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-2294913985561650939?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2294913985561650939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=2294913985561650939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/2294913985561650939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/2294913985561650939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/ofthe-1st.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the 1st.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G1BG8aXDVNY/TgF30pDO4HI/AAAAAAAAAv4/3tzN2EZSwRo/s72-c/DSC_1304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-7538975727107860789</id><published>2011-06-24T11:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T17:41:31.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event and Incident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myra'/><title type='text'>♥of.the 1st outing.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--a6iCDxPza8/TgRbtxWmTMI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/y1vqw9lCShg/s1600/23062011814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--a6iCDxPza8/TgRbtxWmTMI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/y1vqw9lCShg/s320/23062011814.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621719076765584578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually went out for our 1st grocery shopping with Myra yesterday at the nearby Jusco Au2 which's just less than 8 minutes from our place - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu pon dia sempat terlelap &lt;/span&gt;in this car whilst we were on our way there. Yea, 2-3 minutes in the car &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terus lelap&lt;/span&gt; like magic. I think the bumpy-ness of her daddy's ride contributed to that (tho I sorta detest the bumpy-ness, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;macam naek kuda. Laling aaa, pakai absorber Tein ribu-ribu pon ade lompat2 lagi ka?&lt;/span&gt;). ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to our short outing. Can't really say that it's a breezy one as she got bored pretty easily when being placed in the stroller - perhaps we'll use the BabyBjorn next time. He he. Well, she was fine during the 1st hour, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lepas tu mula la ek ek ek nak suruh angkat &lt;/span&gt;plus the mall was sorta cold and the mummy conveniently forgot to bring an extra blanket. Okay, my bad. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, now that it's just me and the baby at home. I think she sorta developed a certain level of clingy-ness toward me -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kerana&lt;/span&gt; at times when she started to be all cranky, even the daddy (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang &lt;/span&gt;usually will be able to soothe the baby)  will be freaked out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerana anaknya tidak makan saman&lt;/span&gt; and keeps on crying (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;macam kena dera&lt;/span&gt;) until she sees her mummy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yea, tangisannyer sungguh tragik macam la sedih sangat, padahal mummy kat dapur nak buat coffee jer pon. Tsk tsk..anak owh anak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea we're going out again tomorrow, as we need to get some stuff for the baby and the mummy (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang kemaruk nak&lt;/span&gt; bershopping spree). Hopefully we'll manage to keep the baby happy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sampai la&lt;/span&gt; we're done with the shopping. Huu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, Happy Weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-7538975727107860789?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7538975727107860789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=7538975727107860789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/7538975727107860789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/7538975727107860789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/ofthe-1st-outing.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the 1st outing.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--a6iCDxPza8/TgRbtxWmTMI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/y1vqw9lCShg/s72-c/23062011814.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-4406113041587532162</id><published>2011-06-22T13:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T13:11:54.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>♥of.wordless Wednesday #4.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-peiVA2EztCs/TgF5dsCSDiI/AAAAAAAAAwI/jXBJQuxWaDU/s1600/pageMyra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-peiVA2EztCs/TgF5dsCSDiI/AAAAAAAAAwI/jXBJQuxWaDU/s320/pageMyra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620907360878988834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6038180-4406113041587532162?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4406113041587532162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=4406113041587532162&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/4406113041587532162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/4406113041587532162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/ofwordless-wednesday-4.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.wordless Wednesday #4.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-peiVA2EztCs/TgF5dsCSDiI/AAAAAAAAAwI/jXBJQuxWaDU/s72-c/pageMyra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-229407486903363128</id><published>2011-06-19T09:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T13:04:26.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event and Incident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>♥of.the Aqiqah.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Our Aqiqah went well yesterday, there was like tonnes of food since we had 2 kambing and the various spread of kuih and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even gave out the goodie bags courtesy of the PIL -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ade telur pindang, bahulu&lt;/span&gt; and chocs which were hauled from Langkawi by dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh yes, the little precious is all bald and beautiful (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dan bertompok2 dengan bedak sejuk&lt;/span&gt;). he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xDXRUz3zof4/Tf1O4473ReI/AAAAAAAAAvk/4jlNgtRuKcU/s1600/babyMyraBotak.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/-xDXRUz3zof4/Tf1O4473ReI/AAAAAAAAAvk/4jlNgtRuKcU/s320/babyMyraBotak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619734649291359714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me bout the black strings on her wrists. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya adelah menyatakan tanda pangkah utk itu, but ya know kata-kata orang tua adelah susah nak dipangkah (and I don't wanna make a scene)&lt;/span&gt;, so I'll 'accidently' lose them later.Shhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, that 'ganas' look, she got it from her daddy. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anway, a day before, we finally managed to put the BabyBjorn on a brief test. Myra seemed to love it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baru 3 minutes dah tertido&lt;/span&gt;, but we're yet to master the techniques of using it so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agak kelam kabut disitu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dBkh8UYVSE8/Tf1cED2edlI/AAAAAAAAAvs/KkJQpuJ46pU/s1600/babyMyra.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/-dBkh8UYVSE8/Tf1cED2edlI/AAAAAAAAAvs/KkJQpuJ46pU/s320/babyMyra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619749134851274322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off, we're taking Myra &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balik kampung&lt;/span&gt; to meet my grandparents before we're off to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-229407486903363128?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/229407486903363128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=229407486903363128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/229407486903363128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/229407486903363128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/ofthe-aqiqah.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the Aqiqah.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xDXRUz3zof4/Tf1O4473ReI/AAAAAAAAAvk/4jlNgtRuKcU/s72-c/babyMyraBotak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-1791973267216399587</id><published>2011-06-15T11:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T13:09:57.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>♥of.the randomness.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>The baby's asleep so I'm taking my chances to post a brief random update - ya, Myra is so clingy that she can't get her little hands of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o1. We're having a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kenduri arwah-cum-kenduri kesyukuran-cum-kenduri aqiqah&lt;/span&gt; this Saturday at my parents place. I'm yet to finalize the invitation card that Mum going to give out to her colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o2. My daily fitness regime these days = walking (together with the swinging motions) around the house with Myra in my arms for 2-3 hours. Am so going to get her one of those colorful cute rocker once we're back in KL else taking a morning shower &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pon adelah hampir&lt;/span&gt; to impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o3. Approximately 1 month and half before the end of my maternity leave, yea time flies when you're jobless. he he. Yet to train the little barracuda to feed using the bottles. Hope there won't be any confusion or whatsoever issues later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o4. Yes, my confinement days are over. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;. he he. I had enough of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ikan tenggiri masak lada&lt;/span&gt; to last me a lifetime. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o5. I'm desperately in need of a series of retail-therapy. Like seriously, the last time I took some cash out of the bag&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; adelah hanya utk membayar&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;macik urut. Sungguh kesedihan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, gotta run, wanna fix myself something for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-1791973267216399587?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1791973267216399587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=1791973267216399587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1791973267216399587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1791973267216399587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/ofthe.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the randomness.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-1713432156285434223</id><published>2011-06-11T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T22:08:17.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>♥of.in love.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1B5aOAsaJoc/TfN1H3cgJtI/AAAAAAAAAvc/_5vzjSXBFEI/s1600/Baby5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1B5aOAsaJoc/TfN1H3cgJtI/AAAAAAAAAvc/_5vzjSXBFEI/s320/Baby5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616961938264172242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm in love. I miss her when she's sound asleep. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rasa macam nak cubit pipi suruh bangun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be with her longer, 3 months of being a SAHM is just ain't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought I could love someone as much as I love C***. :-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anak oh anak.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sayang la sangat sangattt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-1713432156285434223?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1713432156285434223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=1713432156285434223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1713432156285434223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1713432156285434223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/ofin-love.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.in love.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1B5aOAsaJoc/TfN1H3cgJtI/AAAAAAAAAvc/_5vzjSXBFEI/s72-c/Baby5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-371691670292147304</id><published>2011-06-08T10:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T10:11:00.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>♥of.wordless Wednesday #3.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d2pKoodUvJk/Te5PHKnrK6I/AAAAAAAAAvU/Q9LieaWoM8M/s1600/Daddy%2Bn%2Bbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d2pKoodUvJk/Te5PHKnrK6I/AAAAAAAAAvU/Q9LieaWoM8M/s320/Daddy%2Bn%2Bbaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615512769906027426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Owh chenta hati :D&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/6038180-371691670292147304?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/371691670292147304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=371691670292147304&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/371691670292147304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/371691670292147304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/ofwordless-wednesday-3.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.wordless Wednesday #3.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d2pKoodUvJk/Te5PHKnrK6I/AAAAAAAAAvU/Q9LieaWoM8M/s72-c/Daddy%2Bn%2Bbaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-7634323334174152565</id><published>2011-06-06T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:29:44.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yours Truly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>♥of.being a mum.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Being a mum =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o1. Waking up every 2-3 hours at night to BF the baby tho &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mengantuk gilaaaa..aaaa.&lt;/span&gt; It's not that the other half's won't help to soothe the baby, but I'm the only one with the boobs, the working boobs that is. he he. Thank God for the nursing pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o2. Checking the diaper each time the lil precious showed her I-made-a-poo-poo-or-wee-wee face -yea, she's quite readable just like that.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I thought that I wouldn't be able to handle soiled diapers, ya know the poo and whatnot but now that I'm doing it, it's not that bad, plus breastfeed babies' poop don't really smell) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o3. Stuffing the designer handbag with blanket, diapers, wet tissues etc on the top of the usual stuff ( which equals to bag &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berat seperti batu lesung&lt;/span&gt;,how classy) when we're out and about - we went out for Myra's 2nd dose of Hep. B yesterday and it was both terrifying and funny all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o4. Myra = my little barracuda as sometimes she makes me jump outta my skin and curl my toes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerana &lt;/span&gt;when she's really really hungry, it shows - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best sungguh digeget oleh gusi yang mengalahkan gigi. &lt;/span&gt;Hoih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o5. It makes ya cringe each time the baby cries in the middle of the night - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sambil&lt;/span&gt; panic, like what's wrong with the baby now? - especially now that the baby knows that her high pitch screams = mummy will be around in a jiffy. Last night C*** woke up whilst the baby was screaming only to ask me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sayang, what did ya do to the baby?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hah? Mane der buat ape pon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o6. My sleeping like a log days are over. Now I'm sleeping like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayam &lt;/span&gt;instead. I'll be dragged outta my sleep simply by hearing a single&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "ek"&lt;/span&gt; from the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, our mini-us gained another kg to add up to her birth weight. She's all well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;. So she's 3.7kg now (which means she's now big enough for the BabyBjorn, yey!) and 4cm longer (instead of taller. he he) and I've lost like 11kg in a month, woot! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh ya, a little less than a week before the end of my confinement. Owh giddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, have a great week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-7634323334174152565?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7634323334174152565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=7634323334174152565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/7634323334174152565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/7634323334174152565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/ofbeing-mum.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.being a mum.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-3142669921502332035</id><published>2011-06-01T09:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T09:43:00.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>♥of.another randomness.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>I have tonnes of pics yet to be uploaded, bear with me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saya adelah malas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, let's be random for a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o1. It's heart-warming and utterly flattering to have someon9e who needs ya for comfort.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sungguh terasa disayangi. he he.&lt;/span&gt; Owh baby, mummy luv you to bits (&amp;amp; daddy too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o2. Our mini-us just developed a liking to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dukung &lt;/span&gt;and rocked to sleep.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tercabut la tangan mummy chek oiii..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. A little less than 2 weeks before the end of my confinement period. Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o4. I'm missing C***. Sob sob. All those texting and phone calls just won't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o5. We're still looking for the right date for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kenduri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o6. Now that I'm feeling fine, waking up at night is not as miserable as it used to be. Yea, waking up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dengan gagah&lt;/span&gt; whilst your stitches are healing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah &lt;/span&gt;misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o7. Who would have thought that I've come to enjoy the daily massage and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bertungku - walaupon perot adelah nak terbakar.Heee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o8. I've lost 8kg within a week after the labour&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and yet to weight myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o9. I can't wait for our next shopping spree. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best sungguh jobless tapi bergaji ni.&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh it's time to bathe the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-3142669921502332035?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3142669921502332035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=3142669921502332035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/3142669921502332035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/3142669921502332035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/ofanother-randomness.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.another randomness.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-1966557598944360134</id><published>2011-05-26T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T17:31:19.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event and Incident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>♥of.the labour &amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Who would have thought that blogging could be such a challenge tho I'm pretty much jobless. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whilst I still feel like it, lets go down the memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, during our checkup on April 27th everything was dandy and the doc did the dreaded VE and I was already 1cm dilated but the doc wasn't alarmed. She told us we could go for weeks whilst being 1cm dilated - by then we still have 2 weeks before my EDD. So yea, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nampaknya masih sempat pegi bershopping&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that night turned out to be such an uncomfortable night. I had a hard time to sleep since I've been having the mild contractions every now and then and came Friday morning, I was greeted with a bloody show. Truthfully, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takde lah freak out sangat&lt;/span&gt; since I didn't experience much pain (yet), but I still insisted C*** to stay home with me that day since I've been having the uneasy feeling in my guts. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cey, tak takot konon, sebenarnye takot juge&lt;/span&gt;. ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the doc and she told me I shouldn't fret much unless the contractions are regular or my water broke. Regular what? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daripada pagi rasa macam ala-ala regular jer&lt;/span&gt;.he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By noon, the 'pain' was sorta regular but being the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gagah perkasa&lt;/span&gt; me, we still went out for lunch.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Jalan-jalan&lt;/span&gt; for a bit at the nearby mall - until at some point I had to stop walking due to the intense pain and C*** hafta drag me back home. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our ride home, I was miserable. Like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Ape ni, doc cakap we could still could go on for weeks, skrang dah semacam dah ni"&lt;/span&gt; and being C***, he drove me to see the doc instead of going back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for a good half an hour before our turn to see the doc and the moment she saw us, she was like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; " Why dear? Anything wrong?"&lt;/span&gt;, yes everything is wrong doc. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rasa semacam&lt;/span&gt;. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went thru another VE and the doc gave us the OMG-look. At that moment, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ianya adelah menakotkan.&lt;/span&gt; We were told that I was already 4cm dilated and she told us to get back home for maghrib, feed ourselves with good food and check ourselves into the hospital for delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back home, C*** made me half boiled eggs and hot choc as we're still quite full from the late lunch, waited for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maghrib&lt;/span&gt;, packed our stuff and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, we reached the hospital around 9pm. I was wheeled into the labour suite &lt;span&gt;with a smile on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, dengan tersengih-sengih &lt;/span&gt;because seriously, the contractions were on the friendly side.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Macam main-main pulak - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;so much so that one of the nurses voiced out that she thought that I looked too relaxed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the labour suite, I sat on the bed whilst the CTG was being strapped onto my tummy and after a while the nurse came to gimme the stuff to make me poop. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tapi &lt;/span&gt;I had nothing much inside anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour or so, I felt restless and having the CTG thing strapped onto your tummy is rather uncomfortable so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dengan pandainye&lt;/span&gt; I took it off and walked around the room whilst inspecting all those rather scary looking equipment and stuff,talking and joking around with C***. We just didn't believe that I'll be in labour that soon, we're supposed to have another week or two,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tapi nampaknye the little precious adelah tidak sabar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 2am, the pain was getting more and more unbearable. The nurse came in for another VE and I was 6cm dilated. Say what? Only 2cm after all those long hours? Tsk tsk. By 3am, the pain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah sungguh tidak terkata&lt;/span&gt;,so much so that I actually succumbed to the laughing-gas temptation - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi gas itu adelah tipu&lt;/span&gt;. It didn't help and by then I was already moaning in pain whilst C*** kept on rubbing my back which helped to ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whilst I tossing and turning in bed, Darling C*** kept on asking me to squeeze his hand whenever the huge wave of contraction hit me (which I did &amp;amp; thank God he didn't lose his arm) and by 4am, I had the unbearable urge to push &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapiiii&lt;/span&gt;i I had to wait for the doc since she's on the way. Do ya know how miserable and painful it is to hold ya self from pushing when every fiber of your being&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dah tak tertahan sangat dah nak push&lt;/span&gt;? I was trembling on the bed, mostly from the pain of holding back - which is probably the hardest part throughout the experience itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes later, the doc came in and after reciting a quick doa, she broke my waterbag( tetiba macam water tank pecah. Siap tersplash kena si C***) and told me to take a deep breath and push whenever I feel like it. It was pretty breezy as the pain was rather intense so there was a clear cut on when to push on when not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To cut the story short, the lil precious was out after the 3rd or probably 4th push( honestly I was traumatized by the lady in labour next door, she pushed for like eternity and still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak keluar anak dia&lt;/span&gt; and that's when I decided to give my all)  and the doc requested C*** to recite the azan before handing him the scissors to cut the umbilical cord(which C*** claimed to be chewy.he he). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse showed her to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me sambil bertanya "Baby apa dear?"&lt;/span&gt;, and me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dengan terketar (sebab the labour suite adelah sejuk gila and I'm tired)&lt;/span&gt; told her it's a girl and later&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; seperti kena&lt;/span&gt; drug, I kept on saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Baby, baby baby" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;in an endless loop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and C*** had to calm me down by saying&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Kejap yang, nurse tengah clean up the baby"&lt;/span&gt;. ha ha. Perhaps I was high on the fact that I'm now a mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, once the baby was out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah sungguh lega&lt;/span&gt;. It's like all those long hours of suffering &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tetiba hilang.&lt;/span&gt; Pain? What pain? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay tipu&lt;/span&gt;, tho it's true that almost all the pain melted away, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi &lt;/span&gt;I could still feel the dull pain&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; apabila dijahit&lt;/span&gt;. It was only a small cut &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi adelah sakit juga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally exhausted(&amp;amp; thirsty that I actually drink the entire bottle of air selusuh,now that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya dah beranak&lt;/span&gt;, it didn't matter la&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; air tu air ape pon kan&lt;/span&gt;?) by then and when the nurse came to help me to breastfeed the baby, I was only half awake and I could vaguely recall C*** kissing me on the forehead whilst mumbling something( which later &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baru lah tahu&lt;/span&gt; he was actually saying thank you,he he. Most welcome darling, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kereta baru satu pliss&lt;/span&gt; :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, sometime after Subuh, we're pushed into our room and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm thankful for the smooth delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that C*** was there to share those moments with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for our healthy baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih, for the 1st few days, every time I looked at her, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah rasa macam nak nangis. Rasa macam sayang sangat-sangat&lt;/span&gt;. he he. I'm sentimental just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, the baby is asleep. Mummy pon mau tido juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-1966557598944360134?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1966557598944360134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=1966557598944360134&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1966557598944360134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1966557598944360134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/05/ofthe-labour.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the labour &amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-3470596685455491730</id><published>2011-05-26T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T20:32:02.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yours Truly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>♥of.being thankful.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>It has been 27 days since the day I managed to squeeze a tiny human outta me and I still can recall everything rather vividly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain (don't ever get me started on the pain), the unexplainable relief, the joy, the endless gratitude and whatnot - which I'll write more of later,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kalau rajin. Okay, haruslah rajin&lt;/span&gt; so I could read about it later, to remind myself of my 1st labour when I'm all forgetful and wrinkly like a raisin. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this long overdue post gonna be a thank-you note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever thankful to be blessed with a mini-us and the smooth labour. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst I'm blessed with the gift to experience the labour, I hafta admit that it has been a humbling experience.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Rasa sungguh insaf&lt;/span&gt;. Ya know, thinking of how sometime 26 years ago, my mum hafta go thru such pain to bring me to this world. Haih. It's true that you'd never really know how to appreciate a mother until you're one, for that, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terima kasih&lt;/span&gt; mummy. I'd never be able to thank you enough. Sob sob. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sekarang tolong jaga pantang la pulak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank my other half, the love of my life, C*** for being there for me. Tho his endless chanting of  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"sabar sayang, sabar, I'm here."&lt;/span&gt; did pretty much nothing to soothe the pain of my contractions whilst we were in the labour suite. he he. But he's been a great help during my confinement period - especially during those 1st week whilst we're still in KL. He'd rub my feet, made me hot chocs for breakfast and tea, helped me to put on the cute colorful socks etc. Am I thankful for such TLC? Owh yes. Thank you darling. Kiss kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An endless appreciate also goes to my MIL for her care whilst I was in KL. Terima kasih mak. I could never ask for more. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I'm thankful for the prayers and well wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terima kasih banyak-banyak yer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, the mini-us is screaming for milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-3470596685455491730?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3470596685455491730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=3470596685455491730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/3470596685455491730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/3470596685455491730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/05/ofbeing-thankful.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.being thankful.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-1363595319133462623</id><published>2011-04-27T14:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:00:10.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>♥of.getting there.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>It's my 2nd last day at work before the loong break. Shall finish up whichever necessary before the end of the day - which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;memeningkan kepala juga&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow gonna be a half day off for me, so I need to setup the auto-reply for the office mail and whatever not.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak sabar dah nak cuti oii. &lt;/span&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's not talk about work, for the next 3 months that is. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later tomorrow, we are up for another checkup. The doc gonna reveal the GBS test result (which is no big deal if you ask me as if I have it,it could be easily treated with antibiotic during labour) together with an assessment so we could roughly gauge the real EDD based on the baby positioning and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to get another nice print out of the lil precious whilst we're at it. I hafta admit that it's sorta heart-warming each time I could get my hands on those - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rasa macam&lt;/span&gt;, owh this is all my months of suffering is all about (Please excuse the drama). Ya know, it's like a struggle toward a long term goal as at the end of it, you'll be rewarded with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, I'll get a tiny human to call my own. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, to mark the start of my long break, I shall treat myself to a relaxing pre-natal massage &amp;amp; foot spa on Friday. Woot! Yea, I'm aching all over like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nenek &lt;/span&gt;and since I've reached full term (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt;: it's considered safe to give birth like anytime) so I shall not freak myself out with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nanti-pegi-berurut-terberanak-pre-mature-pulak&lt;/span&gt; dilemma anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, I finally found the guts to do it now as you could never be too careful, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walaupon &lt;/span&gt;the spa clearly stated that it's safe for pregnant ladies and whatnot &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi &lt;/span&gt;since it's my 1st and I'm pretty much clueless bout everything. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harus lah berhati-hati juga&lt;/span&gt;. Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I think the baby is very responsive to the sound of my voice. I could simply go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Baby, why are you so awfully quiet today? Kick sikit"&lt;/span&gt; and few secs later, I'll get myself a hard kick in the ribs. ha ha. Pain is truly a pleasure at this point &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, it's somewhat comforting- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;macam &lt;/span&gt;owh you're doing well in there, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bagus bagus.&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wrap up my last post before I'm off for the long break (yea, I might be very malas to update from today onwards), here's a pic of us (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt;: me, C*** and the lil precious in the tummy obviously) during our babymoon. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vb9yrp9H_Ac/Tbe79J5IqJI/AAAAAAAAAvA/x2KWbTjq1nY/s1600/babymoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vb9yrp9H_Ac/Tbe79J5IqJI/AAAAAAAAAvA/x2KWbTjq1nY/s320/babymoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600151320960477330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, pray for us okie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-1363595319133462623?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1363595319133462623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=1363595319133462623&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1363595319133462623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1363595319133462623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/04/ofgetting-there.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.getting there.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vb9yrp9H_Ac/Tbe79J5IqJI/AAAAAAAAAvA/x2KWbTjq1nY/s72-c/babymoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-6159770005512961260</id><published>2011-04-21T16:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T18:35:25.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>♥of.caught up.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Yea, I'm pretty much alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I've been truly caught up with tonnes of workload. Yea yea, just when ya thought that this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mak buyong&lt;/span&gt; gonna be able to sit back and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goyang kaki &lt;/span&gt;for a bit whilst waiting for herself to pop, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi nampaknya tidak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sungguh banyak kerja&lt;/span&gt; and it's not helping to have the other guy breathing down ya neck &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sambil bertanya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Are you finished?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sebanyak 40 kali satu hari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm waddling instead of walking these days and every fiber of my being just can't wait to start the looooong maternity leave - tho the idea of labour and whatnot scares the hell outta me. On 2nd thought, I'll get to squeeze (the cheeks) of the little precious for real in the next few weeks so the idea of squeezing a tiny human outta yourself is not so bad after all. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zK3XOWXn2jo/TbACNqzLxfI/AAAAAAAAAu4/b7HO9xSsKyY/s1600/precious_36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zK3XOWXn2jo/TbACNqzLxfI/AAAAAAAAAu4/b7HO9xSsKyY/s320/precious_36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597976770672051698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I got the cheeks from my mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, that's the little precious at 36 weeks and everything's dandy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;. She's approximately 2.6kg and I gained 1kg in a month - a total of whopping 9kg of weight gain so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby gonna be a full term baby by the end of the week otherwise means that she could finally say bye-bye to the womb and hellooo world if she wants to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next checkup gonna be sometime next week and I'm sooo gonna beg for my much needed MC. Yea, I can't stand the long drive anymore. I just can't.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Penat oih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, during my last checkup(which was last week), the doc took a vaginal swap so I could be tested for GBS - which was hmmmppp...super embarrassing.  ha ha. It's like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"how am I supposed to react? Kena buat muka malu-malu ke buat biasa je?"&lt;/span&gt;. Yea, I'm just being my complicated-self. Thank God the doc &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah baek hati ala-ala ibu mithali&lt;/span&gt; else I would have faint from embarrassment. Pain? I don't think there was any, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kot ada pon&lt;/span&gt;, I would be too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terkulat-kulat kerana malu&lt;/span&gt; to notice. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping for the best. InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for us, will ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-6159770005512961260?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6159770005512961260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=6159770005512961260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/6159770005512961260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/6159770005512961260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/04/ofcaught-up.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.caught up.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zK3XOWXn2jo/TbACNqzLxfI/AAAAAAAAAu4/b7HO9xSsKyY/s72-c/precious_36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-8486411543069065816</id><published>2011-04-13T10:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T18:05:06.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend/Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>♥of.randomness (again).&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>C*** came back home yesterday after a day of work trip. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yer sehari, tapi &lt;/span&gt;I've come to detest being home alone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So sehari adelah setahun&lt;/span&gt;. ha ha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've said this before, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi &lt;/span&gt;driving to work is killing me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Senak, semput&lt;/span&gt;, ya name it. I got it -  so I'm sorta determine to beg for MC during my 37 weeks checkup next week. It gonna be a bad news for the other guy I'm working with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah, kerana&lt;/span&gt; just earlier this week, I've been dragged into an urgent project - which due to the urgency, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haruslah &lt;/span&gt;drag 2 senior programmers - tho one of em&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; adelah dah nak terberanak&lt;/span&gt; (read: it's yours truly). Owh well, as much as I love my job, I'm putting myself 1st these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're done (I think) with the baby stuff over the weekend - it helped to have an other half with eyes for the details together with his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear,awak suka yang ni? Okay, kita bungkus." &lt;/span&gt;attitude&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Macam beli roti canai ke ape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after much contemplating on my side, we finally got ourselves, err..the baby I mean - the stroller, carseat and a cute BabyBjorn in RED (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay, ni mak budak yang beria nak beli, &lt;/span&gt;both of my babies (read:C*** and the baby) gonna look owh so cute wearing em&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.he he.&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout stroller,previously we were torn between Graco and McLaren strollers, but we ended up with Peg Preego instead. he he. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sungguh terbabas dari list&lt;/span&gt;. Well,it's just us, being our spontaneous-self, but we still went for the Ferrari carseat that we aimed for. Thanks darling. Kiss kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought myself a Medela Swing to be used during my 3 months off from work then we'll see how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. If I'm still feeling generous, we might go for FS, else&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; jadi cheapskate guna&lt;/span&gt; swing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dah lah.&lt;/span&gt; It's the effort that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is coming over this weekend for a meeting later next week - with a gift, for me! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;. It seems like I don't have to dig my own moolah for a new cellphone now - tho it's not exactly what I want as I'm not really into the whole BB craze.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tapiii..&lt;/span&gt;.r&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ezeki jangan ditolak, yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My a-gift-to-myself aka the new-ride project is gonna be a bit delayed. Perhaps we'll go for it once I'm done with the makeover for my 4WD - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;needs a new paint job and whatnot, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lepas dah chantek-chantek&lt;/span&gt; and ready to be posted back to Kedah to its rightful owner, b&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aru lah&lt;/span&gt; we'll go for the new ride - hopefully after I'm done with the confinement and before I'm back to work in August. One step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gonna sound a bit cheesy. Tho I'm a bit nervous about the whole labor thing. I just can't wait to hold the baby in my arms. he he. Yea, last night when I'm all alone whilst waiting for C*** to come home, I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"why lah baby you are still in the tummy, kan best if you're out already, at least we could sit down together and watch tv"&lt;/span&gt;. Yea, I was sitting on the couch whilst talking and patting my own tummy. It's a wee bit crazy,I know. On 2nd thought, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tunggu lah full term dulu, then sila lah keluar dengan pantas.&lt;/span&gt; he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get a tax refund since I've been overcharged.he he. (Thanks Maksu for the head-up.) Having to pay the income-tax &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah membuatkan saya merasa sungguh&lt;/span&gt; grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. I'm going to make myself a super cheesy omelet for dinner tonite. Nyum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want some?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-8486411543069065816?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8486411543069065816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=8486411543069065816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/8486411543069065816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/8486411543069065816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/04/ofrandomness-again.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.randomness (again).&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-5857549624765539059</id><published>2011-04-08T15:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T16:52:23.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>♥of.the pathetic one.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zUUTVYqdCbw/TZ7MmqcVyFI/AAAAAAAAAuw/EJZA3hxN3yU/s1600/24-Retards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zUUTVYqdCbw/TZ7MmqcVyFI/AAAAAAAAAuw/EJZA3hxN3yU/s320/24-Retards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593132751840987218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny bout how some people are willing to do everything (humanly possible) to mess with others life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, even if you couldn't find the justification to your miserable pathetic life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sekali pon&lt;/span&gt;, it's not a ticket for you to ruin others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell ya what? I'm so sorry that it sucks to be you, but kindly get a life and stop being such an ass for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so ya know,God is fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-5857549624765539059?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5857549624765539059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=5857549624765539059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/5857549624765539059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/5857549624765539059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/04/ofthe-pathetic-one.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the pathetic one.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zUUTVYqdCbw/TZ7MmqcVyFI/AAAAAAAAAuw/EJZA3hxN3yU/s72-c/24-Retards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-1364300268368758371</id><published>2011-04-07T15:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T18:21:25.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tied the knot'/><title type='text'>♥of.bad traffic.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>My usual 40 mins drive back home from work was elongated to 90 minutes yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 35 weeks, the drive back home - especially those with complimentary traffic jams - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah &lt;/span&gt;back-breaking and (literally) suffocating. Yea, it's not fun to drive, or should I say, being stuck in the midst of bumper to bumper traffic jam with semi-marshmallowy feet and a huge baby bump (which sometimes make it hard to breathe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore feet + suffocation = bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often that not, I'd lost all will to step into the kitchen once I'm home - hence the utter &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kemalasan untuk memasak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, I gave C*** a call 30 minutes before 8pm, to tell him that we should eat out, since I couldn't see myself getting back home before 8pm due to the bad traffic which equals to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balik after 8pm&lt;/span&gt; = I'll be too tired to cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm forced to, C*** wouldn't mind if we were to have cereal for dinner - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi &lt;/span&gt;I take it as a responsibility to at least make something for dinner, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nak eat out pon dah tatau apa nak makan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,the other half gave a green light to my request - (he'll say yes to most of everything these days, urgh..except for chocolate, ice cream and sweet desserts. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Belum ape-ape dah ade tukang menjaga pantang&lt;/span&gt;.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I reached home 10 minutes past 8pm - opened the door - only to see C*** slaving away in the kitchen, making dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my darling C**** is awesome. he he. He told me that he thought it would be better for him to cook so we don't have to rush out for dinner once I'm home - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerana &lt;/span&gt;it's obvious that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya adelah penat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, tho he's not much of the romantic kind, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi kadang-kadang  adelah&lt;/span&gt; sweet like chocolate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;juga&lt;/span&gt;. he he. Thanks love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmpp..so darling, what's for dinner tonite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-1364300268368758371?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1364300268368758371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=1364300268368758371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1364300268368758371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1364300268368758371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/04/ofbad-traffic.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.bad traffic.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-5055623451385493447</id><published>2011-04-04T11:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T12:57:17.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend/Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tied the knot'/><title type='text'>♥of.the breakaway.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Finally back to work after a looong weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our short babymoon trip's blissful. Thanks love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice hotel, goood food and an awesome other half to be with - I simply couldn't ask for more. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Kuantan around 3 and C*** brought me to this one particular Thai food restaurant with yummylicious food and the best iced lemon tea ever. ha ha. I kid you not, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rasa macam sedap semacam&lt;/span&gt;.(Okay, maybe it's just me.) :P I was tempted to order for a 2nd glass but I didn't - since I'm watching my sugar intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked into the hotel, freshen up and off we went to the beach to soak up the sun for a bit. It was windy and the sun was on the mild side - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oleh itu boleh lah bercanda di pasiran pantai segala&lt;/span&gt;. Had fun chasing the waves and collecting sea shells on the sea shore :P. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ombak adelah sedikit ganas &lt;/span&gt;so the hotel put up a red flag to remind the guests of em, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi &lt;/span&gt;obviously &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dipantang enteng&lt;/span&gt; as some of em still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bermandi manda dengan gembira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to our room for Maghrib and later headed to Tanjung Lumpur for seafood dinner. Well, thanks to our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ketamakan&lt;/span&gt;, we ordered way too much for two &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi &lt;/span&gt;somehow &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah habis&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi rasa macam nak muntah&lt;/span&gt;) and this one particular family sitting next to us gave us 'the look'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it's just the 2 of us but we ordered a big fish, a big plateful of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sotong goreng tepung&lt;/span&gt; (as fanatic as I am when it comes to squid, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masa ini adelah rasa hendak muntah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;juga&lt;/span&gt;), chili lala and fried kailan - whilst the family of 4 next to us just shared a big fish and a plate of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerabu manga&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, we ate a lot, so? T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, C*** brought me to Teluk Chempedak which was a wee bit toooo crowded and boring for my liking, so after a quick &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jalan-jalan&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sebab dah bayar parking, jalan-jalan lah jugak&lt;/span&gt;), we went back to the hotel, hang out at the lobby to check on my FB for a bit and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balik tido&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we had a hearty breakfast. I had fun stuffing myself with freshly baked croissant as the kitchen staff was unloading a tray of em from a huge oven at the pastry and bread section. Yea, I have a soft spot for freshly baked stuff. Crispy on the outside and the buttery softness in the inside. Okay, the thought of it is making me hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the breakfast, we went for a morning walk at the beach (which C*** claimed is good for me,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; banyak berjalan&lt;/span&gt; =&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; senang beranak&lt;/span&gt;). I know this gonna sound extremely cheesy but having the chance to spend careless time with each other is owh so romantic. he he. Like, seriously, and with a little us on the way, I don't know when is our next romantic trip gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Agak-agak kalau pegi babymoon lagi sekali sempat ke? ha ha.Dah jalan macam penguin pon still ada hati. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked out by 12, went for a bit of unexpected shopping spree. C*** got himself a Timberland shoes for work, size 11 okeh? hehehehehe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Besaq sungguh kaki chek. &lt;/span&gt;No darling, I'm not teasing, just a bit amazed. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on the other hand, found the perfect diaper bag. It's not really a diaper bag &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, it's just an oversized Guess handbag which was on sale and since it's not really a gurlish looking bag to begin with - as it's made from the canvas-like material  - it won't look awkward if C*** need to help to carry em later on, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jadi harus lah beli&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I'm against male spouse &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; yang berbaek hati membawak &lt;/span&gt;handbag their other half for no apparent reason. Dunno lah if they are trying to be the super gentlemen,super &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bodek &lt;/span&gt;or whatnot. On 2nd thought, even if the female handbag is as heavy as&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lesung batu&lt;/span&gt;, it's her own doing, so just let her carry her own load will ya? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kalau takde sebab yang relevan,tak payah lah nak tunjuk baek nak tolong.&lt;/span&gt; It's just too gay. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our short trip ended as we reached KL sometime around 6, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapau &lt;/span&gt;the yummo yong tau foo&lt;br /&gt;( we waited for almost an hour for it, tsk tsk) for dinner and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kegumbiraan yang diiringi penat dan mengantuk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was a different story altogether as we had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kenduri &lt;/span&gt;to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, I took tonnes of pics (mainly of moi feet and C***) and C*** took tonnes of pic (mainly of me). he he. Will upload em later, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kalau rajin&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-5055623451385493447?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5055623451385493447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=5055623451385493447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/5055623451385493447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/5055623451385493447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/04/ofthe-breakaway.html' title='♥of.the breakaway.&amp;.me.♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-5967068102640873516</id><published>2011-03-28T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T15:44:02.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend/Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tied the knot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>♥of.countless randomness.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o1.&lt;/span&gt; I gained another 1kg in a month but half of it goes to the little precious as she's already 2kg at 32 weeks &amp;amp; 5 days. So yea, only 500g weight gain for mummy. Woot! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saya adelah tidaklah segemuk yang disangka.&lt;/span&gt; he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o2&lt;/span&gt;. The other half called to confirm on our previously tentative schedule for babymoon - we're going this week!. He already booked the hotel and all that - his treat, thanks love :x . It has been quite sometime since my last stay at a fancy hotel, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oleh itu keterujaan adelah tinggi.  Tak dapat duduk Four Seasons again pon takpe lah (reason being, I'm deemed unfit for Langkawi, tsk tsk).&lt;/span&gt; Well let's not waste (too much of) precious money&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lah kan&lt;/span&gt;? Now that we need to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;menabung &lt;/span&gt;for the baby, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;harus lah berjimat&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o3.&lt;/span&gt; I'm going to be tested for GBS during our next checkup. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ini adelah scary&lt;/span&gt;. I know it's just a simple procedure and all that but I'm a chicken at heart, just like that. Hopefully I could  take the swab myself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerana saya adelah malu&lt;/span&gt;. When I whined about it to C***, he just laughed it off. Ya I know I should be thankful for having the chance to have such a nice motherly doc that would handle my delivery later, be it normal or not - yea, looking at her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah sungguh kagum&lt;/span&gt;, I mean it's like looking at a normal macik yang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sebenarnye adelah seorang &lt;/span&gt;surgeon.ha ha - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oleh itu&lt;/span&gt;, I should just relax and not be too embarrassed. Haih, how la?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o4&lt;/span&gt;. Got my 1st dose of ATT shot during our checkup last week, it was not a pain in the butt tho I got em on the side of the butt. He he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o5&lt;/span&gt;. I hafta watch my food intake and go easy on the sweet stuff starting today. Had a blood test again yesterday and the glucose level is normal bordering to high. Since I just had my lunch like 15 mins before the test, the doc mentioned that I shouldn't be alarmed.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tapi as usual, saya adelah takot juga.&lt;/span&gt; So no more iced lemon tea for lunch, chocolate for tea time and the sort. Haih. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sungguh kesedihan, chocolate saya masih ade 2 kotak.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mungkin &lt;/span&gt;I could still take a bar of em each week instead of the normal 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o6&lt;/span&gt;. Had a semi-successful shopping spree. We didn't manage to get the big stuff, yet. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o7&lt;/span&gt;. Bought a huge container so we'd be able to store all the baby clothes and whatnot - that are going to be transported and used when I'm in Kedah. Yea, I'm too lazy for luggage, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lagi bagus simpan dalam kotak&lt;/span&gt;. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o8&lt;/span&gt;. We finally joined the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; macik-macik-yang-sibuk-mengangkut-diapers-during-sale&lt;/span&gt; wagon. Whilst in the midst of our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jalan-jalan&lt;/span&gt; in Midv after a heavy lunch at the Chillis, we couldn't help but noticed the amount of parents who walked around with shopping carts filled with diapers. Long story short, we ended up with 2 packs of Momy Poko. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09.&lt;/span&gt; Finally managed to wash the baby clothes in 3 batches - light colors, dark colors &amp;amp; towel/blankets - yes I'm OCD just like that. Owh, I am so in love with Nappikleen - it reminded me of the sweet smelling babies. Sniff sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;. The generous bonus came in right on time, together with the promotion. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;. More money for the baby &amp;amp; us!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Rezeki anak,&lt;/span&gt; yes? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;. C***'s such a sweetheart. He made us awesome fried rice for dinner last night(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yer, diet yang gaga&lt;/span&gt;l) since I was too tired to stand up after a long day at the mall. Yea, his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasik goreng&lt;/span&gt; never never fails to impress me.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sodap&lt;/span&gt;. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt; We didn't get any printout of the lil precious (again) last week. She was asleep - with the lil hands covering her face as usual - we just got a blurry glimpse of her face and the side of her nose. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yang tak usualnya&lt;/span&gt;, we actually saw her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaki &lt;/span&gt;somewhere in front of her face. The doc went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear, anak you tengah buat senaman acrobatic"&lt;/span&gt;. We (me &amp;amp; C***) were sorta puzzled at 1st. Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Normal ke kaki bleh twist2 sampai ke depan muka gitu?"&lt;/span&gt; but the doc told us it's normal. Babies in the womb &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;memang suka buat aksi sarkis&lt;/span&gt;. So yea, whatever makes you happy baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, I can't wait for Friday to come - a wonderful beach vacation, here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-5967068102640873516?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5967068102640873516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=5967068102640873516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/5967068102640873516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/5967068102640873516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/03/ofcountless-randomness.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.countless randomness.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-7408106917679135139</id><published>2011-03-23T10:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T11:31:41.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend/Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>♥of.another randomness.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Yea, my last post was about being lazy to write and I'm doing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's the hormone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sungguh malas yang tak dapat ditolong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's be random for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o1. Our trip up North was a blissful one. Ate a lot. Had a so called exotic food fiesta. Weird looking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ketam, siput sedut&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; quail all in 2 days.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, saya makan semua benda&lt;/span&gt;, am not much of a choosy eater). I even got 2 boxes of the craved chocolates - all I need to do now is to refrain myself from munching on em everyday. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yer, kesihatan harus dijaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o2. Our KL - Kedah drive actually took us 3 freaking hours and we didn't even realize it, until Dad was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh, awal sampai?"&lt;/span&gt; Errr..yea, surprise surprise. he he. (Note to C***, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sila drive secara kura-kura next time walaupon your big car adelah tidak bergegar-gegar like mine whilst driving high speed&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o3. I managed to stay awake during those trips and kept C*** company. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sungguh&lt;/span&gt; magical - since I'm the ever-so-tired &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si buncit&lt;/span&gt; these days,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; balik Malacca yang sejam lebih pon terlelap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o4. We're going for our 32 weeks checkup tomorrow. 8 weeks more to go. ha ha *gelak nervous* Seems like we're going to see the doc twice a month later on ey? Owh giddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o5. We're going for another session of baby shopping spree this weekend. MUST.GET.ALL.THE.BIG.STUFF.QUICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o6. MIL made 2 sets of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bantal kekabu &lt;/span&gt;and a cute&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tilam&lt;/span&gt; for the lil precious. Owh so cute and so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;empuk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o7. We're going for our babymoon next month.(yey! I've been wanting to go somewhere for a short breakaway and when C*** mentioned about it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haruslah &lt;/span&gt;jump at the opportunity. Thanks love. :P ) The idea of staying at a resort with a private beach is simply idyllic tho I won't get to go to the spa as they don't offer pre-natal massage. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haih, lepak-lepak tepi pantai and later makan sotong goreng tepung pon ok lah&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. I need a manicure &amp;amp; pedicure like asap. It's getting hard to clip on those toenails and C*** won't help - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerana dia adelah takot&lt;/span&gt; (and I don't wanna risk losing a toe.Cey, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;macam potong kuku guna parang je&lt;/span&gt;. hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o9. We're going to wash all the baby clothes and stuff this weekend. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Semoga berjaya dan tidak malas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Yes, I need to pack the hospital bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-7408106917679135139?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7408106917679135139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=7408106917679135139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/7408106917679135139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/7408106917679135139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/03/ofanother-randomness.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.another randomness.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-5417055817585171791</id><published>2011-03-16T16:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T18:12:39.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>♥of.being lazy.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>I hafta admit that I'm feeling pretty lazy to write these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new bout that eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd like to think that we're sorta done with the shopping for the little precious. I mean, everything's covered except for the big stuff - stroller,carseat, baby cot &amp;amp; the Medela FS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon we'll get everything covered by mid April, InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I still love the shopping sprees - but having to go for a wee wee every 30 minutes whilst roaming the mall is excruciating and a bit distracting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, all thanks to the fact that I've developed the habit to sip on something whilst shopping,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tu la pasalnye asyik melawat cik tandas. Jalan sket dah dahaga, minum&lt;/span&gt; then wee wee. It's a vicious cycle. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we went back to Malacca last weekend, this weekend we're heading up North. Probably my last long trip back home before I pop. 2 hours drive &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balik &lt;/span&gt;Malacca&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pon adelah tak tertahan&lt;/span&gt;, I dare not to think how I'll be feeling throughout the 4-5 hours trip this weekend. Perhaps, all gonna be worth it once I got to spend some time with the family and stuff myself silly with mum's cooking. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ape lah yang nak di 'mengidamkan' &lt;/span&gt;this weekend? he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently whatever that I crave for will be shoved into my face once I voiced it out. Told mum that I feel like having a box of chocolate( the exact one that dad bought for the little brother) , so today dad called to confirm  my 'order'. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I didn't get what I want before, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi &lt;/span&gt;previously &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bila &lt;/span&gt;order chocolate A, there's a possibility that you'll get chocolate B instead. This time around, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah &lt;/span&gt;99% confirm&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; akan dapat benda yang tepat&lt;/span&gt;. hi hi. Owh the joy of pregnancy (minus feeling like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nenek &lt;/span&gt;that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still on light-dinner routine. Last 2 days we had fish soup with toast and salad.(Going back to Malacca = a freezer full of fresh seafood). Last night we had a small portion of fried noodles, homemade chrysanthemum tea and cubed mangoes for dessert. he he. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adelah &lt;/span&gt;magical (&amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kesian&lt;/span&gt;) to see your other half &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makan tak bertambah, tapi &lt;/span&gt;no pain no gain, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, nowadays we start our day with healthy breakfast too. he he. So far it's either milk and cereal or fruit jam/honey/ kaya/butter toast. Dunno lah if nanti rajin buat pancake pulak. he he. :D &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sungguh bersemangat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gonna have a photo session for the new ID card tomorrow. What a perfect timing la &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;? Now that I'm looking like a full moon, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sekarang jugak la nak kena tukar &lt;/span&gt;ID card. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yer lah,dulu-dulu pon bulan jugak,&lt;/span&gt;but not as full.hehe) Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have, well, scratch that. C*** has a small mountain of laundry to fold. he he.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bila nak lipat darling&lt;/span&gt;? Ya know I don't do folding except for the small stuff - the lingerie, boxer shorts,handkerchief and socks - else it's all youuurs. Terima kasih. Iloveyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PIL is coming over today. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marilah balik dengan pantas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-5417055817585171791?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5417055817585171791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=5417055817585171791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/5417055817585171791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/5417055817585171791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/03/ofbeing-lazy.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.being lazy.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-170732256413548270</id><published>2011-03-11T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T18:14:39.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yours Truly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>♥of.routine.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>It has been a week since we started our light-dinner routine and I'm loving it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pertama, saya adelah malas memasak&lt;/span&gt; these days, well, not&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; memasak tapi mengemas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, it was egg &amp;amp; tuna sandwich for C***, sunny side up egg on a toast for me and a bowlful of mixed salad together with a pot of jasmine green tea for both of us to share. he he. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sungguh menjaga kesihatan bukan&lt;/span&gt;? Yes, we're getting there, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kononnyer lah&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some would think that it's ridiculous for me to be too conscious bout my diet these days - as many would say that being pregnant is like being in an eating-fiesta, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makan lah banyak-banyak&lt;/span&gt; and nobody gonna blink an eye about it (Just now when I declined my colleague offer of chocolate, he gave me the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "You kena makan banyak sikittt" &lt;/span&gt;lecture&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Say what?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg to differ&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lah kan&lt;/span&gt;, the eating-fiesta part is sorta true. I mean,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ye lah&lt;/span&gt;, nowadays it's so convenience to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Darling, let's go out for chinese food tonight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you'll get nothing but a yes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tapi &lt;/span&gt;when the baby's is out later and you're stuck with tonnes of fat &amp;amp; ya hafta keep on wearing the maternity clothes (&amp;amp; not the fancy tops),&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sila lah jangan emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing myself, I wouldn't want that to happen.  It's a huge motivation when ya mum is as slim as ever - even after 28 years of marriage &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jadi bagi yang baru kawen&lt;/span&gt; like few months &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ini&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;harus lah&lt;/span&gt; follow the foot steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tak kira lah&lt;/span&gt; if I don't really look like my mum or not (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerana &lt;/span&gt;I'm my dad's daughter - with the possibilities of having the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kecomelan &lt;/span&gt;genes from his side of the family&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. ha ha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it the genes or whatnot - it doesn't mean that I hafta give up on hope aight? The hope to stick to my normal size that is. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oihh..don't get me wrong (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Budak ni bercakap macam la dia super kurus&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; menjaga kesihatan, pegi gym 40 kali seminggu kan? :P )&lt;/span&gt;. I lovee good food and I crave for all those fatty-licious food like a whole blardy lot but moderation is the key (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sebenarnye tak sanggup tengok progress kecomelan diri sendiri&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want our baby to have one healthy (tho not so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kurus&lt;/span&gt;) mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;konon-health-concious&lt;/span&gt; talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-170732256413548270?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/170732256413548270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=170732256413548270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/170732256413548270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/170732256413548270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/03/ofroutine.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.routine.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-3893680957990306969</id><published>2011-03-09T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T18:49:57.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yours Truly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tied the knot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Food'/><title type='text'>♥of.weight issues.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7cVemgSgFs8/TXYJKRLPPHI/AAAAAAAAAuo/IzDrcnJDp-I/s1600/Weight-gain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7cVemgSgFs8/TXYJKRLPPHI/AAAAAAAAAuo/IzDrcnJDp-I/s320/Weight-gain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581658860186188914" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my 31 weeks of pregnancy, I gained a whopping 8kg - which doesn't alarm anybody, not C***(he doesn't think that I'm fat, I'm just &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pregnant and buncit&lt;/font&gt;), moi parents , PIL nor the doc (as she thinks that I'm gaining weight based on the appropriate scale).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, nobody's alarmed. Not even me. At least I don't really look like a donut (if ya meet me, do tell me that I don't look like one), my jeans still fit(well,some of em) and most of my tops are still wearable (whilst the button-down shirts are not) - minus the fact that most of my lovely shoes,flats etc are no longer wearable due to their...hmmpp... &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorta-unsafe-for-pregnant-mommies&lt;/font&gt; nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya see, I'm not alarmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine. I lied. I'm a wee bit alarmed &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/font&gt;. I mean, it's freaking 8kg (so far, showing or not), would I be able to lose that in...say..3 months? - especially those in my butt? ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm not the skinny type to begin with (or should I say that I don't wanna be the skinny type to begin with), it's just that it would be great to be back to my normal-self soon. The small waist, not so small butt and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sekarang adelah macam, what waist lah&lt;/font&gt;? he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in our household, it's not just me yang a bit freaked out bout weight, C*** recently boarded the train- all thanks to his barber who went &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Abang, abang dah gemuk sikit, muka pon ada kembang"&lt;/font&gt;. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's not often for you to hear your other half whines about his weight and whatnot. Guys just don't do that, so when he did, &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah funny juga&lt;/font&gt;. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh yes, darling. Blame the marriage, all the TLC will do that to you. &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kegembiraan dan kadar perkembangan badan yang berganda.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So in the spirit of living a healthier lifestyle, we're trying to put a stop to heavy meals for dinner - which is great. he he. *cue a lazy wife smiling in the background*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, no more &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balik-rumah-and-masak-nasik-and-lauk&lt;/font&gt; for me (unless there's a special request for it). Yes, I cook - as much as I don't look like the cooking type. I still do, &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berperut buncit&lt;/font&gt; or not - tho sometimes &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah malas&lt;/font&gt; and I'll drag C*** out for dinner or make us sandwiches instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our mission to eat right started last week (on Thursday to be exact), we promised to stop the nasi-and-lauk routine so I prepared egg sandwiches and grilled mushroom sausages for us instead. Yea, not the most healthy dinner, but we're getting there. &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tak boleh lah terus stop makan nasi and go for bird food kan?&lt;/font&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I gonna make homemade mini pizza (with low fat mozzarella cheese of course) and salad for C***, whilst I'll be stuffing my face with cereals. Yes, cold milk + cereal = &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cinta&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-3893680957990306969?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3893680957990306969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=3893680957990306969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/3893680957990306969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/3893680957990306969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/03/ofweight-issues.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.weight issues.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7cVemgSgFs8/TXYJKRLPPHI/AAAAAAAAAuo/IzDrcnJDp-I/s72-c/Weight-gain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-4191885538872123977</id><published>2011-03-07T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T18:53:45.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><title type='text'>♥of.all over again.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>I'm lovin it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NKi_qV6Og34?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But as long as you are breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can start all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It your heart's beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can start all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbye Sorrow, you can start all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello Tomorrow, you can start all over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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again.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NKi_qV6Og34/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-7213117157255369335</id><published>2011-03-03T10:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T11:47:16.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yours Truly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>♥of.job at 30th week.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>There's a love and hate thing going on with me and moi current project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like when I'm left with nothing to do (since there's no incident log/ change request for me to code), I'm like bored outta my mind (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yea, keje makan gaji buta takde lah best sangat,bosan nak mati&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tapiii&lt;/span&gt;..when the incident logs finally come in, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah rasa macam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Whadda, benda macam ni pon ade ke?"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, fixing ya own code is one thing, but having to fix the codes that are not yours to begin with, is another.It sucks to recode/fix something that's not yours as it's twice as hard - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oleh itu &lt;/span&gt;sometimes it's better to recode everything compared to fixing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daripada pening kepala nak&lt;/span&gt; analyze others' code and fix em which equals to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; keserabutan berganda&lt;/span&gt; (especially if it's a high priority fix which hafta be done ASAP), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;marilah buat code sendiri,&lt;/span&gt; it will spare you the unnecessary &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sakit jiwa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, perhaps it's just me. For others, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mungkin boleh&lt;/span&gt; fix any kind of codes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang tunggang langgang dengan sekelip mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout work. Well, it's not often for me to be this..hmpp..free. It's all due to my current condition - since the boss think that I should just stick with the existing projects and non of the new one (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerana &lt;/span&gt;if I'm dragged into a big project,it would be a hassle to do the handover and whatnot when I'm about to pop later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I'm aching to do something new. Ya know, new project, new system to code - that's exactly what I love about programming - it's all about going nuts figuring out the logic, how to code and whatnot - and at the end of the day &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah berjaya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;he he. The satisfaction &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah tidak boleh diexplain dengan kata-kata&lt;/span&gt;. Ya, I'm a geek, I know. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, we had our 30th week checkup last Tuesday. Everything is great. Alhamdulillah. Did the usual detail scanning (ya, the doc &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah baek hati, every checkup pon adelah buat&lt;/span&gt; details scan), we saw the baby's heart beating, the 4 chambers of the heart, the diaphragm, the yet to expend lugs, the stomach etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doc even reconfirmed that our little precious gonna be a girl(yey!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kot tak daddy adelah botak dengan segera kerana&lt;/span&gt; hafta go for another round of clothes shopping). he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gained like 2kg in a month. Yea, a total of 8 kg within 7 and a half month.(Okay, I can't complaint). The baby's already 1.5kg at 30th week, please grow nicely for mummy okeh?(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tapi...errr..not too big boleh ke?eheheh&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, the doc did a quick blood test to check my glucose level and I'm doing fine in that department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get any printout of her this time. :( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kesedihan&lt;/span&gt;. The baby was asleep and her face was covered by her hand and we could only see a blurry image of her face since she's hiding behind the placenta,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; itu pon nampak hidung jer&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aih, pagi-pagi bukan main tergedik-gedik, tengah scan tido sembunyi-sembunyi pulak.&lt;/span&gt; I'm going to give her a good pinch on the cheek once she's out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how it feels like to have a mini us. Few weeks more to go, I can't wait (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi adelah takot&lt;/span&gt;.ha ha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C*** darling, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;marilah shopping lagi&lt;/span&gt;. :D Yes, I'll try to cook something with the new microwave grill oven this weekend. Pizza can ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-7213117157255369335?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7213117157255369335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=7213117157255369335&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/7213117157255369335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/7213117157255369335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/03/ofjob-at-30th-week.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.job at 30th week.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-6866191895799378386</id><published>2011-02-28T11:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T17:13:20.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yours Truly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>♥of.29th.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of update, I'm sorta caught up in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malas &lt;/span&gt;mode(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;read: &lt;/span&gt;I've been busy with a system demo &amp;amp; debugging). Anyway,it has been a while since the last pregnancy-dedicated post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's be random bout it for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o1&lt;/span&gt;. The fetal movements are sorta shocking sometimes. Perhaps the baby is jumping around whilst doing cartwheels  as I'd feel a quick punch or jolt one minute and sorta&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; geli-geli-gatal&lt;/span&gt; (which unfortunately you can't scratch..argghhh) movements in your tummy on another  - yea I'm not good with words. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Susah betui nak&lt;/span&gt; explain, but it's sorta absurd and wonderful all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o2&lt;/span&gt;. The baby is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sangat&lt;/span&gt;, tres, very active during the day - so much so that most of the time I'll be working in the office with a vibrating tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o3&lt;/span&gt;. I'm having bigger everything these days - not much on the upper body, most of the fat went straight to moi butt (urgghh!) - minus the bladder which equals to wee-wee trip every few hours or so. It ain't that excruciating during the day as I'm still awake, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapiiiiii&lt;/span&gt;...it's such a hassle at night. Imagine this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me taking good few minutes to drag myself out of the bed,&lt;br /&gt;walking slowly to the bathroom like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nenek&lt;/span&gt;  (&amp;amp; C*** would be uttering something like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"yang, where are you going?", nak pegi jalan-jalan la kan? Takkan nak pegi wee-wee pulak tengah2 malam ni.&lt;/span&gt;) :P&lt;br /&gt;take a leek for a few secs(most of the time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rasa macam&lt;/span&gt; bladder &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nak pecah, tapi hasilnya adalah tidak memberangsangkan&lt;/span&gt;.haha. Ok that's gross.),&lt;br /&gt;walk back to the bed,&lt;br /&gt;getting back to sleep whilst trying to find my comfortable position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, repeat all the above &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once, twice or more &lt;/span&gt;(depending on the amount of fluid that I take before bed) throughout the night. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sungguh menggumbirakan bukan&lt;/span&gt;? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o4&lt;/span&gt;. Getting comfortable in bed is such a challenge now. I'm feeling hot like all the time. Okay, not the hot mama hot, it's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm feeling restless and annoyed&lt;/span&gt; hot &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walaupon rumah di atas bukit&lt;/span&gt;. Tsk tsk. Owh,sleeping on my back is getting more and more uncomfortable now, so most of the time I'll be sleeping on my side with tonnes of pillows. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si bedmate terpaksa lah sabar dengan his other half yang agak restless(kejap ke kiri,ke kanan, kejap under the duvet, kejap tak) before finally tertido&lt;/span&gt;. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o5&lt;/span&gt;. I could tolerate most of everything when it comes to food. No more no-kari-no-santan-and-oily-stuff(which explains why I didn't gain much during my 1st 4 months). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sekarang semua pon makan&lt;/span&gt; but I am still eating for one. No, I'm not dieting. It's just that I can't take much food in a sitting, else &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;akan muntah&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sengkak yang teramat&lt;/span&gt; which is extremely uncomfortable. Perhaps whilst my uterus is expanding, my stomach is shrinking (Does it means that the baby wants a mummy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang kurus&lt;/span&gt;? Well baby, ya don't have a skinny mummy to begin with.). he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o6&lt;/span&gt;. I had my 1st '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaki kembang&lt;/span&gt;' sometime last weekend. It was funny, really - as I'm well known by my darling C*** as the one with the scrawny long toes (they look hideous in some fancy flip flops), so when moi feet looked as if it has been stung by bees and the toes looked all short and marshmallowy&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ianya adelah sedikit scary juga&lt;/span&gt;. Thank God it only lasted overnight and everything was back to normal the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o7&lt;/span&gt;. Ever since I had a hard time to consume fresh milk, I hafta put a halt to my milk-and-cereal routines. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sekarang tidak lagi&lt;/span&gt;. I could actually finish 2 boxes of cereal every week. Cold milk + cereals are heavenly ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o8&lt;/span&gt;. I thank God for C***. He's my must-have. He'd bring me out to hunt for stuff in my craving list, calmly entertained my mood swings, burp me like baby, massage away my tensed back and feet whilst telling me that I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buncit &lt;/span&gt;(cey!). Owh well, thank you baby. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o9&lt;/span&gt;. Here comes the big news, he he. Well,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; takde lah big. Drama lebih&lt;/span&gt;. InsyaAllah we're having a mini me = a girl! Hurah!  - the doc has been saying that the lil precious gonna be a girl since the past 2 checkups. So yea. Girl it is, insyaAllah. A good friend once said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"if you're having a girl, I hope she gonna have your eyes and dimple".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes? Well, nothing to shout about here since mine is not big nor that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sepet&lt;/span&gt;, but while I was younger/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tudung&lt;/span&gt;-less people would usually think that I'm a Chinese(I got it from moi dad). At some point, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bila pegi kedai Cina&lt;/span&gt;, they would talk to me in Chinese and I'd be like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Err...uncle, I'm not Chinese"&lt;/span&gt;. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our lil previous gonna inherit the eyes from me, okay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah kot&lt;/span&gt;(he he), but if it's a combination of our eyes, me + C***, I think our baby &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah bermata sepet(Unless little sepet + super sepet = big eyes)&lt;/span&gt;. he he. Ya, my other half looks nothing like a Chinese, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi adelah bermata sepet yang dasyat&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZvTIrgMTC8/TWSKH42k0hI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/wHCupIAYAEM/s1600/eyes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZvTIrgMTC8/TWSKH42k0hI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/wHCupIAYAEM/s320/eyes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576734106716525074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sila imagine kadar kesepetan mata :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As for the dimples, it would be a  nice addition(It's a dominant trait right?). he he. Owh well, the truth it, I just can't imagine the female version of C***. He has the manly version of everything (perhaps his long fingers are not as manly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi adelah best berjari panjang&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so adelah tak dapat&lt;/span&gt; imagine the feminine side of him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tapi &lt;/span&gt;I do hope that she gonna be as smart as her daddy (&amp;amp; me lah of coz :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_l-TGZn9HMI/TWSSJ0ZjOsI/AAAAAAAAAuY/CwgadSo2GVs/s1600/pink-party-dress-set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_l-TGZn9HMI/TWSSJ0ZjOsI/AAAAAAAAAuY/CwgadSo2GVs/s320/pink-party-dress-set.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576742935973804738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh yes, I can't wait to get my hands on those cute little dresses (on 2nd thought, I already did, well, just a bit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;) it drives you nuts just by looking at them. Grrrr..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now that I'm already in my 29th week, I guess it's the right time to really really start the shopping spree - on another 2nd thought, we started it last weekend - whilst having the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lets-get-all-the-stuff-in-safe-color&lt;/span&gt;s mental note in mind,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kerana di hati adelah sedikit takot-takot&lt;/span&gt; if the gender is otherwise, ya know, to be in the safe side - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi nampaknya gagal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back home with gurlish pink, purple and blue clothes - even the towels,changing mat and feeding bottles are pink - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi &lt;/span&gt;in another attempt to stick to our l&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ets-get-all-the-stuff-in-safe-color&lt;/span&gt;s  mission, we bought tonnes of white newborn clothes, mitten &amp;amp; booties. At least if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tetiba dapat&lt;/span&gt; a son instead of a daughter, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takde lah dia kena pakai baju&lt;/span&gt; pink on his 1st day,that's just too gay. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the truth is, most of the baby stuff nowadays are gender specific, so it's sorta hard to ignore all those too cute to resist girly stuff &amp;amp; go for the safe selections. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rasanya cukup lah beli baju sikit-sikit.&lt;/span&gt; I think we shall move on to another bunch of stuff &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pulak lah(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt;:Just realized that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dah ade &lt;/span&gt;almost 40 pieces of baby clothing.Err..darling, I hope you're not reading this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rasa seperti hoarders, tetiba jer dah banyak.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*mode insaf*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err..I blame the hormones and err..C***? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malam ni please get me the grill microwave oven pulak yer? The one with the mirror door please. Heeeee...&lt;/span&gt;thanks love. Kiss kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-6866191895799378386?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6866191895799378386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=6866191895799378386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/6866191895799378386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/6866191895799378386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/02/of29th.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.29th.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZvTIrgMTC8/TWSKH42k0hI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/wHCupIAYAEM/s72-c/eyes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-291549556229191536</id><published>2011-02-21T17:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T18:49:52.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event and Incident'/><title type='text'>♥of.Monday.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAZmfJMThEA/TWJDRN72cPI/AAAAAAAAAuA/p20vq8O8Azk/s1600/woman-broke-down-car1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAZmfJMThEA/TWJDRN72cPI/AAAAAAAAAuA/p20vq8O8Azk/s320/woman-broke-down-car1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576093251715625202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no better way to kill(not literally) the high-spirited yours truly on a Monday morning - when she's all dressed-up and pumped up for work - other that the fact that the car refused to start up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like yea, way to go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah kan&lt;/span&gt;? What a day for the car battery to finally die on me. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick call to the Kurnia Auto Assist, almost 30 minutes of waiting. The KAA guy finally came to the rescue. He jump-started the car, check the battery and declared its ma'am-ya-better-get-yourself-a-new-battery condition and told me not to turn off the engine else I'm going no where. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I called the engineer-husband for a shoulder to cry on (still not literally,else it would be awesome). He went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Why don't you take my car to work instead?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya say what? Your car? The one that I hafta navigate down 2 floors before reaching the exit? The one that I hafta drive through the exit driveways( for each floor) yang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keciiiiiik&lt;/span&gt;? No thank you. I'll manage if it's a normal sedan or moi 4wd, but the idea of driving his car throughout the basement parking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah&lt;/span&gt; scary. Yea, I'm a ruthless driver, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi &lt;/span&gt;driving someone else's car(especially if it's a huge one) with 0.9 possibility that I'll leave a dent on em, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah &lt;/span&gt;a big NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I drove my car to work and the other half promised to come over to moi office later to replace the battery(as once I turn off the engine, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haruslah tak dapat nak start balik&lt;/span&gt;) and asked me to stop whining and drive my already-lazy butt to work already.he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the office an hour late - which is bleh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi sabar jer lah. Sabar itu,separuh daripada iman, kaaan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, moi car is doing fine now. A new batt = a poorer owner (or should I say, the other half of the owner). he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks love, I love you. Kiss kiss. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it's time to get me that new ride already. White please&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Mariiiiii!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-291549556229191536?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/291549556229191536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=291549556229191536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/291549556229191536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/291549556229191536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/02/ofmonday.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.Monday.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAZmfJMThEA/TWJDRN72cPI/AAAAAAAAAuA/p20vq8O8Azk/s72-c/woman-broke-down-car1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-4526873187033338572</id><published>2011-02-16T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T18:12:07.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>♥of.wordless Wednesday #2.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2SbH1uxj_Rk/TVui1WpT4zI/AAAAAAAAAt4/3QRDBinn93Y/s1600/IMG_3765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2SbH1uxj_Rk/TVui1WpT4zI/AAAAAAAAAt4/3QRDBinn93Y/s320/IMG_3765.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574228001296737074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-4526873187033338572?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4526873187033338572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=4526873187033338572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/4526873187033338572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/4526873187033338572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/02/ofwordless-wednesday-2.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.wordless Wednesday #2.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2SbH1uxj_Rk/TVui1WpT4zI/AAAAAAAAAt4/3QRDBinn93Y/s72-c/IMG_3765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-6056545195357772461</id><published>2011-02-10T13:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T18:01:06.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tied the knot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>♥of.routine.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>My day in the office usually started off by texting C*** to tell him that I'm already in the office together with a cheesy loving phrase or two( he already did his part 2 hours earlier, he reached his office around 8 and I reached mine sometime before 10). he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking the office mail and started working on the unfinished codes and whatnot, I'd usually text him again to either tell him what I want for dinner which equals to eating out (thanks to my endless cravings) or ask him what he'd like to have for dinner (otherwise means that I'll have to cook for dinner, ya he loves my cooking that much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, he requested for curry(again). I thought he was kidding bout his love for curry, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi nampaknya tidak&lt;/span&gt;. We had like an endless array of curries over the weekend - thanks to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kenduri &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; mummy(her curry is to die for, especially fish curry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.he he) - and the 1st thing that came out of his head for dinner last night was still curry. So yea,curry it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought that I'll get a husband &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang gila kari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;? he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, did ya know that I've never been to the Planetarium? Heehoo. Yea, I am that pathetic. So when we saw a documentary about it I went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" How come you never take me to the Planetarium?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C*** :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Laa..tak penah pegi lagi ke, I thought you've been there before"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Mana ada." *pouts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C*** : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Nanti kita bawak anak kita pegi okie yang."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr..hello darling, I was talking about me. It that his way of saying that I'll get there in the next 3-4 years? Or is it possible to take a newborn to a planetarium? Hmpphh..never mind. At least I'm not getting the same answer each time I wanted to go to the malls. he he. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Planetarium tak pegi pon tak pa&lt;/span&gt;, that's surely something I could live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, we used to go to all those corny touristy places whilst we're dating,&lt;a href="http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/ofpictorical.html"&gt;the museum&lt;/a&gt;, art gallery and whatnot. he he. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tempat yang bosan pon kadang-kadang adelah rasa best juga&lt;/span&gt;, ya should try to visit those places sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought myself a coupon for red velvet cake online (Impulsive + credit card = bad). Yea, it was a good buy and the cake &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah sungguh&lt;/span&gt; tempting. I'm yet to place my order as I still have a wee bit more than a month before the coupon expires and I just don't feel like having it yet. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simpan dulu buat backup, nanti tetiba mengidam, takde lah meroyan nak cari&lt;/span&gt; red velvet cake. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby bump is getting more and more obvious each day and I'm starting to waddle a bit especially in the morning - when all the muscles and joints are yet to warm up. Getting up from the bed each morning is a struggle, I'd usually take a good few minutes to get on my feet. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Macam nenek-nenek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nenek-nenek&lt;/span&gt; part, last night I actually felt like a turtle yang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terbalik &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tak reti&lt;/span&gt; to turn myself over. Hoh. Well, we're watching a movie last night whilst I was lying down on the sofa with my head on C***'s lap (&amp;amp; he was patting my head like I'm a cat) when I had the sudden urge to wee wee,so I tried to lift myself up, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi apekah tak boleeeh&lt;/span&gt;? It sounds so illogical but it's true - so much so that C*** had to help me to sit up. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih, anything for you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah &lt;/span&gt;baby. Ya better be good for mummy. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-6056545195357772461?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6056545195357772461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=6056545195357772461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/6056545195357772461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/6056545195357772461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/02/ofroutine.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.routine.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-8908723995721928921</id><published>2011-02-08T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T18:13:16.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend/Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>♥of.long weekend.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Let's be random for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o1&lt;/span&gt;. I had too much oily fattening food over the weekend - we went to moi cousins' wedding and engagement - which left me with an uneasy feeling in moi tummy for the past few days, not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o2&lt;/span&gt;. The PIL followed us back to Kedah. They were worried that they'd be too much trouble for moi family and we (me &amp;amp; C***) were worried that they'd be bored and whatnot - which ended up to be unnecessary since&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; semua orang&lt;/span&gt; had fun dan happy-happy - dad had someone to borak-borak with and mum and MIL even had a masak-masak session. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o3&lt;/span&gt;. C*** and PIL went to Langkawi on Friday to visit a relative. It was a quick day trip and C*** decided that I should just stay home to avoid all the CNY-Public-Holiday crowd and my unnecessary whining &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerana kepenatan&lt;/span&gt;. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o4&lt;/span&gt;. Brought PIL to visit the grandparents and introduced them to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gedung cak&lt;/span&gt;. Well, it's not a store(Gedung as in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gedung membeli belah&lt;/span&gt;, geddit?), it's some kind of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuih&lt;/span&gt;. Not my favourite( mine would be a specific kind of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lepat liat&lt;/span&gt;.ha ha.Lepat liat what? :P) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi &lt;/span&gt;it's interesting to introduce them to a kind of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;local kuih yang pelik&lt;/span&gt;. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o5&lt;/span&gt;. Our usual Kedah - KL 4-5 hours trip was elongated to 10 freaking hours. No thanks to the extraordinary traffic + a bunch of stupid drivers who love the emergency lane. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memang bongok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o6&lt;/span&gt;. I think my spine is like temporary crooked from the long trip and my legs hurt, but thank God for the love of my life C*** and his awesome foot rubs. Thanks love. Kiss kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o7&lt;/span&gt;. Yet to schedule another test drive. Blurggh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o8&lt;/span&gt;. I need some nice table cloth, seat cushions for the dining table and new curtains! A home decor store will be a nice place to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o9&lt;/span&gt;. We are going to start with some serious shopping spree for the little precious like sooon. he he. It does get easier to shop once ya know the gender ey? Owh giddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-8908723995721928921?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8908723995721928921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=8908723995721928921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/8908723995721928921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/8908723995721928921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/02/oflong-weekend.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.long weekend.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-8185534998198850396</id><published>2011-02-03T11:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T11:05:00.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend/Holiday'/><title type='text'>♥of.a blissful weekend.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Right now, I'm already back home in Kedah, stuffing my face with mummy's home cooked food. Yes, this is a scheduled post. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's blabber something bout the weekend, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend had been a blissful one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Malacca sometimes after midnite since we stopped by at BIL's place and all of us went to have dinner together - at an eatery which looks promising &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi adelah gagal&lt;/span&gt; since I was served with honey dew cordial drink when I ordered for honey dew juice.(&amp;amp; they don't even have the courtesy to highlight the different when we're ordering. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lain kali cakap la siang siang, sape nak bayar&lt;/span&gt; 4 bucks for a freaking glass of cordial drink? I'd rather go for sky juice.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sungguh menipu.&lt;/span&gt;) T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saya adelah emo seperti biasa&lt;/span&gt; (it's the hormone ya see? Plus I could only tolerate sirap, Ribena and sunquick's when it comes to cordial), I pushed it aside whilst saying there's no way on earth anybody could ever drink it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerana ianya adelah sungguh sucky&lt;/span&gt;, so I ended up with a glass of hot barley - which was equally sucky. Owh well, nevermind &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning, had plates of yummy home made nasi lemak, watched CSI, went for a 'test drive' (it's not really a test drive since the test drive unit is MIA due to something, dang! Tapi...even before the test drive, I'm torn between the one in red or white. he he)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and later went out with C*** and the PIL for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kenduri&lt;/span&gt; and a quick shopping spree as MIL wanna get another rice cooker, so we made a quick stop at the mall tapi when both of us, me and MIL (C*** and FIL waited for us in the car) came out of the store, we ended up with a new rice cooker and stainless kettle for MIL and a stainless steel trash can for me! - much to C***'s and FIL's amusement&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lah kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cakap nak&lt;/span&gt; rice cooker, ended up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bende lain pon beli sekali&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, shopping is fun. Ya should see the look on C***'s face when I told him that I actually spent 50 bucks on a trash can. Ok what? It's stainless steel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah &lt;/span&gt;darling, easy to clean, it won't rust plus it was on discount summore.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mak pon cakap&lt;/span&gt; it's a good buy. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our shopping spree didn't end there, we later went to Tesco for some groceries - the crowd was unbelievable. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seperti biasa orang-orang di Malaysia membeli seperti&lt;/span&gt; the country is running out of food supply, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oleh it harus lah membeli dengan banyak dan tamak&lt;/span&gt;. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much later in the evening, we had sukun fritters and cubed mangoes for tea. Yummo!  - going back to our hometowns &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sememangnya tak akan penah kelaparan. Bertambah kecomelan adelah&lt;/span&gt;. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TUjlHWDTH5I/AAAAAAAAAts/axitbPbSpo8/s1600/463-breast-feeding-cartoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TUjlHWDTH5I/AAAAAAAAAts/axitbPbSpo8/s320/463-breast-feeding-cartoon.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568952853584879506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After maghrib, after a light dinner, C*** dragged me out to the nearby mall as I need to stock on some stuff. He even got himself a casual pants and after a bit of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jalan-jalan&lt;/span&gt;, we.. or should I say, I decided to go for ice cream (it was already 10pm and it was raining outside, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi &lt;/span&gt;ya could never say no to a pregnant lady, yes?) To my defend, it's not really ice cream lah, it was frozen yogurt, the heavenly taste of ice cream minus most of the fat - itu pun if the 99% fat free claim is true. he he. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, a wee bit after subuh, C*** went to the fish market together with the PIL but I was directed to stay at home since it was raining and the already wet wet market gonna be even wetter and slippery. So yea, not really a place for me and my condition I guess, so saya tido. he he. Only to be waken up by the fishy smelly C*** an hour later.(Yes, now I have a well-stocked freezer. Yey!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was being spent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dengan bermalasan&lt;/span&gt; as it was raining all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, now I'm about to have another blissful long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a safe trip &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balik kampung&lt;/span&gt;, Happy CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-8185534998198850396?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8185534998198850396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=8185534998198850396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/8185534998198850396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/8185534998198850396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/02/ofa-blissful-weekend.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.a blissful weekend.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TUjlHWDTH5I/AAAAAAAAAts/axitbPbSpo8/s72-c/463-breast-feeding-cartoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-1511325047539038005</id><published>2011-02-02T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T12:52:11.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Whole New Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>♥of.wordless Wednesday #1.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TUjitVILm0I/AAAAAAAAAtk/ZrtkwzA5uS4/s1600/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TUjitVILm0I/AAAAAAAAAtk/ZrtkwzA5uS4/s400/24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568950207637068610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-1511325047539038005?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1511325047539038005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=1511325047539038005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1511325047539038005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1511325047539038005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/02/ofwordless-wednesday-1.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.wordless Wednesday #1.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TUjitVILm0I/AAAAAAAAAtk/ZrtkwzA5uS4/s72-c/24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-8148114218107018244</id><published>2011-01-28T14:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:20:06.093+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tied the knot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>♥of.eating right.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Cooked dinner for C*** last night (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ini selepas si chenta hati complained that I rarely cook these days. Ampun darling. Tapi saya masak sedap tak? he he.&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, honestly, it's not that I'm having any of those kitchen-nausea or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malas&lt;/span&gt;-ness. It's just that I'm feeling pretty tired these days -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; rasa macam jadi buruh ke apa&lt;/span&gt;, tho I just sit in front of my work station all day, perhaps I'm mentally tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain would send me the you-are-freaking-tired signals each time I reach home from work - so much so that I'd feel like skipping dinner and just lay on the bed watching tv with C*** - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi harus lah tak boleh&lt;/span&gt; skip dinner, C***'s pretty strict bout my eating schedule now. Either he loves me to much and couldn't bear to watch me suffer or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dia takot anak dia kebuluran&lt;/span&gt;. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TUJ3fLHLBPI/AAAAAAAAAtc/D577XLeYAKQ/s1600/no_FAST_FOOD_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TUJ3fLHLBPI/AAAAAAAAAtc/D577XLeYAKQ/s400/no_FAST_FOOD_250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567143466825876722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,did ya know that I'm not allowed to eat any sort of fast food(besides pizza, provided it has an array of healthy toppings) nowadays? I swear my 1st (and probably last) fast food that I ate in the span of 7 months (and months to come) was the prosperity burger. he he. I got it after much begging and pleading and endless &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muka kesian&lt;/span&gt;. Owh yea, the burger came together with orange juice instead of coke. he he. I've told ya my darling C*** is ever so loving. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, we're going back to Malacca tonight. It has been quite sometime since the last time, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jadi marilah balik kg dan bergembira&lt;/span&gt;. We even managed to book a test drive tomorrow. So let's see if the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;current-dream-car-kerana-sedar-diri&lt;/span&gt; suits me else we'll have to move on to the next option which is ermm..yet to be figured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmpp... better get back home early today as I need to sort the laundry,iron C***'s uniforms and finish up some house chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, we're 3 days past 7 months already! he he. Thanks for being an awesome other half darling. I love you and always will. Kiss kiss. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esok sila belanja saya ice cream okay?&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-8148114218107018244?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8148114218107018244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=8148114218107018244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/8148114218107018244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/8148114218107018244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/01/ofeating-right.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.eating right.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TUJ3fLHLBPI/AAAAAAAAAtc/D577XLeYAKQ/s72-c/no_FAST_FOOD_250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-46337237710973075</id><published>2011-01-27T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T13:00:03.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>♥of.lengthy randomness.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Work has been piling up like ya wouldn't believe these days but life's as blissful as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's be random, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o1&lt;/span&gt;. We found the last two must-have furniture for our crib.Like FINALLY! Furniture hunting is tough especially when when you're fussy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nak solid wood la, dark colored la, ape la&lt;/span&gt;. Hoh, thank God we found em before I got too tired to even walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TUDnZIr_v4I/AAAAAAAAAtM/WWsUwYtmx2c/s1600/s8-red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TUDnZIr_v4I/AAAAAAAAAtM/WWsUwYtmx2c/s400/s8-red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566703558444695426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ganas,practical and cheap, aha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o2&lt;/span&gt;. We already booked our stroller and car seat. Woot! Yes, quite early for such a big purchase but I think we found what we need (tough and sporty travel system) and both of us decided to go for it after much deliberation (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt;: After C*** agreed to be in charge of everything, they are freaking heavy I tell ya. Fine, I'm exaggerating. Well, at least heavier compared to the lightweight Graco that I preciously wanted).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, it's tiring to gawk at every sort of strollers and car seat in the market - it's not helping when we're sorta clueless in this department even after all those endless googling and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are like tonnes of em - it makes your head spins just by thinking of em and as long as you don't fix your mind at something, you'll ended up spending every waking second thinking of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, let's just get it over with&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lah kan&lt;/span&gt;, plus I think it would be a good purchase as both could be used until the lil precious is 4 yrs old and it won't cost us an arm or a leg - unless&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lah the daddy tetiba nak recaro travel system pulak&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sabaq yer daddy, tahun-tahun depan, &lt;/span&gt;we'll get it for you..err..the baby I mean&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03&lt;/span&gt;. Bought 2 pairs of maternity pants over the weekend. Yes, my 1st purchase in the maternity department (after much nagging from C*** and moi mummy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takot baby terhimpit&lt;/span&gt; if I keep on wearing my normal jeans, I finally gave in) which is sorta hilarious. I mean, it comes with pouch-like belly bands and no zippers at all - the comfy grip sometimes makes it feels like you are wearing an awfully low-rise pant and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boleh londeh&lt;/span&gt; anytime. That ain't gonna be pretty. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TUDnNES3xQI/AAAAAAAAAtE/amtdG4UPHwM/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TUDnNES3xQI/AAAAAAAAAtE/amtdG4UPHwM/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566703351107142914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where could I get this for free? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o4&lt;/span&gt;. I want a white baby cot to match our bedroom set. Period. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o5&lt;/span&gt;. I'm torn between Medela Swing or Medela FS. Hmppp..we'll see how generous or cheapskate I'm feeling later la eh? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TUDnzfA1BuI/AAAAAAAAAtU/VFq-_b6xctA/s1600/mountune-ford-fiesta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TUDnzfA1BuI/AAAAAAAAAtU/VFq-_b6xctA/s400/mountune-ford-fiesta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566704011114252002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kerana paying for a VW Golf GTI would eat up half of my paycheque and membuatkan kekerapan makan roti lebih tinggi, marilah sedar diri and menabung for this instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o6&lt;/span&gt;. We're going for another test drive this weekend, but this time around, it's for moi ride!Yey! - tho we're yet to be in the 2nd half of the year, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chenta hati adelah bersemangat&lt;/span&gt; to start off the hunt (he loves em cars, so yea, no wonder). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, berusahalah (untuk menabung)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o7&lt;/span&gt;. All is well during our 4th checkup. Alhamdulillah. Our lil precious is a wee bit more than 600g now but the doc was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear, I think you're looking a bit kurus from the last time, semua berat kasi baby yer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Owh, kurusss keee&lt;/span&gt;? Or is she trying to flatter me? Now that I have a baby bump in the size of a small melon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pon kurus lagi ke&lt;/span&gt;? he he. I've gained like 2 freaking kilo in a month and approximately 4kg throughout my 6 months of pregnancy. Well, nevermind me - as long as the baby is healthy, we're good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08&lt;/span&gt;. Just sent another list of pictures to be framed and printed for our 2nd wedding album. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yer, selepas 10 kurun baru rajin nak hantar&lt;/span&gt; list of pics to the OP. Going through thousands of pics is ain't easy I tell ya. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rasa macam nak muntah 10 kali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09&lt;/span&gt;. The parcel for my recent online shopping spree is MIA. Grrrrrrrreat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;. Now that Dad is going to work in Langkawi(again), I think I'm going to drag C*** to the island for quick gateway. We could always ask dad to help with the hotel or we'd just stay at dad's place as he's getting a villa to stay soon.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yer darling, mari lah pergiiiiii...mari lah mariii...&lt;/span&gt;I wanna see buffalo and learn how to make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerbau&lt;/span&gt;'s cheeseee.(I always wonder how it feels like to pat a buffalo&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.Adekah rasa geli-geli?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt; Yet to find anything nice to wear for my cousins' receptions. If I actually showed up in my normal clothes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adekah akan dipandang keji?&lt;/span&gt; :P Fine, let's scratch that. C***,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; jom shopping (lagi) please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough randomness for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-46337237710973075?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/46337237710973075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=46337237710973075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/46337237710973075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/46337237710973075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/01/oflengthy-randomness.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.lengthy randomness.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TUDnZIr_v4I/AAAAAAAAAtM/WWsUwYtmx2c/s72-c/s8-red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-2157214926725111979</id><published>2011-01-26T11:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T12:19:32.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tied the knot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-si'/><title type='text'>♥of.brief update.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>I had a dream of a good friend last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire dream is sorta vague for me now but I could somehow remember clearly bout how happy we were back then - back in the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, sometimes, something gotta give eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I've wrote a blardy lengthy post yesterday - after coming back from our 4th checkup and whilst waiting for our new furniture to arrive - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi &lt;/span&gt;the connection went crazy on me and blogger only managed to auto-save half of em. Fret not, I got the entire post copied into a notepad - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi adelah lupa&lt;/span&gt; to save em in my thumbdrive - so yea, the lengthy post hafta wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another lighter note, it's funny when someone is struggling to mess with others happiness. I mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sila lah&lt;/span&gt; get a life. I know it sucks being you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi &lt;/span&gt;refraining yourself from messing with others is the least you could do. Allah is all knowing and fair ya see? You just won't get away from your crazy acts for free(hey, it rhymes!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also funny when you hafta deal with a psychotic, sometimes it doesn't work for you to be all sane and normal with em - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kena lah jadi&lt;/span&gt; equally psycho and dramatic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jugak&lt;/span&gt;. Hoh. I don't know bout you but happiness gained from others misery are just plain sick and unworthy. I also think ya need to get your head check, like seriouuuuusly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh,C*** surprised me with one of his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jiwang gesture &lt;/span&gt;this morning. I mean he's been good in the romantic department since we're married but still, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walaupon dah ala-ala biasa tapi adelah terkejut jugak - demam ape la dia pagi ni kan? he he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo..cek sayang saya macam tu sekali ka? Awat tak habaq awai2? Owh you did? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Got myself another bottle of vitamin to be swallowed - the gigantic fishoil vegecap. Owh yummy.Blurghh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-2157214926725111979?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2157214926725111979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=2157214926725111979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/2157214926725111979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/2157214926725111979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/01/ofbrief-update.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.brief update.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-8311541727842128963</id><published>2011-01-21T18:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T19:34:00.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>♥of.long weekend.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>It's Friday and I'm already in the midst of my long weekend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be random for a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o1&lt;/span&gt;. Someone is back to haunt us with her so-called explanation(like whaddaheck?). I just can't gauge her real intention but after all that you've done, it would be nice if you could just stay out of our life. I'd be very thankful for that. Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o2&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know whether it's too early for this, but my 1st purchase for our lil precious are two pairs of cute rompers. he he.Baby stuff are too cute to resist - so much so that I actually spent hundreds on the cute and colorful baby stuff during my 2nd purchase yesterday. :P Owh, I dragged a lil cousin together with me on the shopping spree and not C***(as he was working yesterday).&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kot tak mesti dia tak kasi &lt;/span&gt;beliiii (especially when the wife actually bought an unnecessary soother just because it's too cute).  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o3&lt;/span&gt;. I got my eyes on a Graco stroller. he he. Hafta drag C*** to have a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'test drive' &lt;/span&gt;later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o4&lt;/span&gt;. 2011 has been loaded with career-related good news. Besides the bonus and promotion, we're actually getting a generous salary adjustment. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;.  Rezeki anak, yes? he he. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o5&lt;/span&gt;. Think that I hafta hunt for something decent to wear during the cousins' wedding next month as most my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; baju kurung telah mengecil&lt;/span&gt;. Huuuuu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o6&lt;/span&gt;. Experienced my 2nd leg cramp last night. It was so excruciating that I actually groaned in pain in the middle of my sleep and the groaning actually woke C*** up. he he. - but the chenta hati was as efficient as ever(even tho he's half asleep) as the next thing I know, he was already sitting up with my left foot in his hands - massaging away. Thanks love. Iloveyousoverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o7&lt;/span&gt;. Ermm..err..I actually feel like eating a bowl of shark fin soup with crab meat. Tsk tsk. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apekah craving yang sungguh tak environment friendly????&lt;/span&gt; Gosh, perhaps I'd just go for crab meat soup instead. It's the crab meat that I'm salivating for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08&lt;/span&gt;. Can't wait for our 4th checkup on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o9&lt;/span&gt;. Weekend = Shopping spree. (^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend okie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-8311541727842128963?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8311541727842128963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=8311541727842128963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/8311541727842128963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/8311541727842128963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/01/oflong-weekend.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.long weekend.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-839231976730082708</id><published>2011-01-17T14:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T16:07:28.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event and Incident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>♥of.words.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>A lot has happened in 2 weeks and I'm still digesting bits and pieces of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 8th January, a beloved uncle, the father of my dearest cousin passed away. It came to me as a gigantic shock, as the last time I met him. He was very much alive and talking. No thanks to my childish inner-self, I always hope that grandparents, parents, uncles and aunt will stick around to watch all of us grow, have a family on our own and kids to nurture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, way too childish for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jodoh, ajal and maut di tangan Tuhan &lt;/span&gt;no? &lt;span jsid="text"&gt;To Allah we belong and to Him we return&lt;/span&gt;. God knows when it's our turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I feel awful. I can't simply say I know how it feels, it would be a lie and I'm not the one to go for corny dramatic words. It's just ill-fitting. I just can't say things for the sake of saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear cousin, I'm honestly sorry for the lack of better words, I suck in the comforting department, but I hope that the whole family would be able to pull through the pain and continue living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Fatihah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-839231976730082708?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/839231976730082708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=839231976730082708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/839231976730082708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/839231976730082708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/01/ofwords.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.words.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-5065525252408413578</id><published>2011-01-06T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T16:02:36.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>♥of.forward thinking.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>We were watching 360 last night - which loaded with those missing kids stories and the horrifying tragedy behind em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hafta admit that I was squirming restlessly whilst watching it when chenta hati went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So nanti, when both of us at work. Who gonna pick up our kid from school? Nanti whilst waiting for us to come back from work, dia nak duduk mana pulak?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear, that's like too much of forward thinking, tu at least 6 years lagi. Let's not go there yet"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ya know, I'm just wondering"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well, within that 6 years, if you could earn enough for me to stop working, then I'll be a SAHM lah, okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hmppp.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He he. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apekah chenta hati begitu maju kehadapan?&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I'm beginning to doubt my SAHM idea. I mean, even if C*** does earns enough dough for me to stop working (which I have no doubt of)  and stay at home &lt;s&gt;and be pretty&lt;/s&gt; taking care of the kids, I sorta doubt that I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real definition of enough for me is when we're able to live with financial freedom,he he. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bukan cukup-cukup makan&lt;/span&gt;.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sekarang terlebih makan sebab it's just the two of us, dah tiga nanti mungkin cukup-cukup&lt;/span&gt;.)Yer, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya memang&lt;/span&gt; vain, but we ain't working our ass off for nothing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making sacrifices &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;biarlah yang berpada&lt;/span&gt;, I wouldn't want to do something that I'll regret later. Especially since the price of everything's hiking up like every freaking month &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi &lt;/span&gt;the paycheque &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah &lt;/span&gt;sometimes stagnant or going up at the speed of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a siput&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want us be able to spend time with the family whilst providing the best for em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, sounding a wee bit selfish over here, but ya see, I love what I'm doing unless &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah &lt;/span&gt;I turned into an OCD mummy later - the one who couldn't bear being away from the kids and think others but myself are doing a sucky job in taking care of em. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe masa tu boleh jadi SAHM whilst doing a freelance job, online business jual tempe ke ape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I'll stick with my job and do what I know best. Fret not, when the time comes, Allah will show us the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-5065525252408413578?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5065525252408413578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=5065525252408413578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/5065525252408413578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/5065525252408413578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/01/offorward-thinking.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.forward thinking.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-3019407663701781428</id><published>2011-01-05T12:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T14:59:08.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>♥of.the 3rd.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>I've been worried sick since last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kerana &lt;/span&gt;since last night I couldn't feel any fetal movement, but being me - it's sorta expected as I freaked out a whole blardy lot. Tsk tsk. I'm way too paranoid for my own good (but gimme a break la &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;, it's my 1st time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, all is well now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;. This morning after a mug of horlicks and biscuits, the baby is kicking and jumping around like nobody's business. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mungkin dia&lt;/span&gt; overdose &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makanan semalam&lt;/span&gt;, as I actually had a foot long Subway's subway melt and a plate of sizzling noodles shared with C***-  I initially wanted to eat&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Subway's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tapi chenta hati gatal mulut pegi menyebut &lt;/span&gt;sizzling noodles which sounded equally tempting, so we had both.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yea, we ate a lot, I ate a lot - tho I wasn't that hungry to begin with.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nafsu semata-mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He he. Fret not, I'm still watching what I eat, there's no such thing as eating for two for me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerana &lt;/span&gt;later, there's no such thing as the-misery-of-losing-weight-for-two either,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya yang kena menangung sorang-sorang&lt;/span&gt;. So yea, let's eat healthily &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walaupon &lt;/span&gt;sometimes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terbabas&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's ramble about the 3rd checkup for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our 3rd checkup marked the start of our long weekend as it was scheduled on Thursday at 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in to see the doc and went through the usual test(I only gained like 1kg yey! Compared to 300g last time. he he.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tapi kenapakah I feel heavy?&lt;/span&gt;). After the series of the usual stuff, we proceed with the ultrasound - for another peek of the lil precious. The doc did the normal measuring of the head, the length of the femur( and whatnot) and let us listen to the heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby's approximately 500g now. Growing steadily and healthily. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;. I hope everything stays that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TSQWo0yqvPI/AAAAAAAAAs8/NgfezISxzFE/s1600/baby.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TSQWo0yqvPI/AAAAAAAAAs8/NgfezISxzFE/s400/baby.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558592730703772914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh yes, we're almost 100% sure of the gender now, but let's not let it out in the open just yet. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I think I should write something bout placenta previa(Placenta previa what? Google it!) as I was diagnosed with it during my 2nd checkup(which freaked the hell outta me). I was being told to watch for any sort of bleeding and it was scary - tho the doc did tell me that it's sorta normal to have a low lying placenta during the early pregnancy as most of  the time the problem will cure itself - as the placenta will be 'dragged' upward together with the baby as the baby grows and the uterus expends -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAPI&lt;/span&gt; haruslah takot okeh&lt;/span&gt;, since if it stays that way, there's no way on earth for the mother to go for a normal birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo..my condition did cure itself as the placenta is already moving upward and in a normal position. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;. God knows how worried I was over this. C*** had to remind me everyday not to worry too much. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, this whole pregnancy thing is truly exhilarating and distressing all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the doc gave us another image of the lil precious for keepsake. I hafta say the baby's looking more human this time around - the big head is already gone and the limbs are all nicely proportioned. We could even see the cute nose by now.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adelah orang tu cakap&lt;/span&gt; the baby got the nose from me. My nose is okie what? hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post the picture later, now I'm a bit too lazy for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch's time over, it's time to eat some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ubat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-3019407663701781428?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3019407663701781428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=3019407663701781428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/3019407663701781428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/3019407663701781428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/01/ofthe-3rd.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the 3rd.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TSQWo0yqvPI/AAAAAAAAAs8/NgfezISxzFE/s72-c/baby.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-6667571483196971112</id><published>2011-01-03T10:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T16:11:36.033+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yours Truly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tied the knot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Whole New Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>♥of.a blissful year.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Here I am at work - whilst C***'s at home relaxing away - as the entire &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kilang &lt;/span&gt;got a day off aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuti-untuk-menghantar-anak-ke-sekolah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerana &lt;/span&gt;today's the 1st day of school for the kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ini tidak adil&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,I'm sorta late to conclude my 2010 - but it has been a blissful year for me so I'm still going to ramble about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TSGOtlKU_gI/AAAAAAAAAsc/QtqneGN6Vyo/s1600/page2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TSGOtlKU_gI/AAAAAAAAAsc/QtqneGN6Vyo/s400/page2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557880328872590850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o1&lt;/span&gt;. I spent 6 long months as someone's fiance and survived the whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cobaan-semasa-bertunang&lt;/span&gt; and the dreadful &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bridezilla &lt;/span&gt;phase. I remembered how I was mostly in my let's-get-it-over-it mode, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;penat saya dok meroyan selalu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o2&lt;/span&gt;. Whilst going nuts over the wedding preparation, I was blessed with another handsome increment in the salary - which helped to ease the craziness for a bit&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TSGPSpnL8NI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ZufWfa0969o/s1600/page22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TSGPSpnL8NI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ZufWfa0969o/s400/page22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557880965722534098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03&lt;/span&gt;. I started a new life as a Mrs by Jun 25th, for the 1st few days, I was totally in daze. Like, God, I'm married?  - but married life has been truly wonderful for me so far - except for one brief period when a psycho came knocking on our marriage just a few days after our reception(hoh, the drama), like yea, if you ask me, I'd kill to get rid of those pest for good(but of coz I didn't,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kot tak&lt;/span&gt; I'd be in prison by now). Yea who would have thought it could be that dramatic? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He he. I could ramble bout this for days, but let's not go there, the psycho can die a slow painful death for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TSGQvNSy_tI/AAAAAAAAAss/qIFAQqbQs8o/s1600/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TSGQvNSy_tI/AAAAAAAAAss/qIFAQqbQs8o/s400/page1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557882555848654546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o4&lt;/span&gt;. We got pregnant approximately 1 month after the wedding. It's sorta fast, I know - but I'm externally thankful for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rezeki&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, it's not like we're planning not to turn three within a few years or whatnot and it's good to know that we're normal enough to conceive - this bit has been bugging me for years, seriously( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manusia yang tidak mengamalkan pemakanan dan gaya hidup yang sihat dengan bersenam memang suka paranoid. he he&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05&lt;/span&gt;. Went through my 1st Ramadhan and EID as a wife - which was sorta different in a way but wonderful all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TSGRc5alPNI/AAAAAAAAAs0/UBpkrM388WI/s1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TSGRc5alPNI/AAAAAAAAAs0/UBpkrM388WI/s400/us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557883340786580690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o6&lt;/span&gt;. I came to realize that juggling between work and marriage is sorta tough - like yea, programming codes and house chores just don't click together - so I'm determined to excel in both and am forever thankful for the ever-so-understanding other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o7&lt;/span&gt;. Received another great news from the boss in Dec - of another increment and a long awaited promotion in 2011. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah, the rezeki &lt;/span&gt;gonna come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o8&lt;/span&gt;. Feel like I've lost a good friend for some kind of reason. Not something I'm proud of, but when a good friend couldn't find the guts to spill his/her dissatisfaction on your face after all those shared blood, sweat and tears ,  perhaps that's the end of it. I'd go a thousand miles for the sake of friendship, but I guess it's a bit too naive to expect for the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it, the sharable bits. I've been someone's  fiance in the 1st half of 2010. C***'s wife and a mummy-to-be in the next half. It's one hell of a journey - be it career-wise or personally. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resolve to be a better wife, daughter, sister and muslimah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resolve to try not to whine too much.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bolehkah?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resolve to learn more about programming - as much as my 26 years old brain can handles. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ini adelah punca rezeki, haruslah terus maju kehadapan).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resolve to get myself a new ride - which probably sometime in the 2nd half of the year as a gift to myself&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(tapi kalau C*** nak support boleh jugeeee.he he). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I can't wait for us to turn three - having a mini us just a month before the 1st anniversary would be perfect. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to another great year in 2011, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;InsyaAllah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s&lt;/span&gt;: Will write about our 3rd checkup later. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-6667571483196971112?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6667571483196971112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=6667571483196971112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/6667571483196971112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/6667571483196971112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2011/01/ofa-blissful-year.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.a blissful year.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TSGOtlKU_gI/AAAAAAAAAsc/QtqneGN6Vyo/s72-c/page2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-4124467123047619084</id><published>2010-12-28T11:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T16:08:15.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend/Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>♥of.long weekend.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Going back to work after a long weekend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah malas&lt;/span&gt; and I'm still sorta tired from the long trip - this whole pregnancy thing makes me feel like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nenek&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;belum apa-apa dah sakit pinggang&lt;/span&gt;. Owh well, anything for you precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's be random for a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o1. &lt;/span&gt;Thanks to moi lil bro, I got to eat mum's curry puff(Thank you mummy! I love youuu.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sedaappp, sampai makan sambil duduk dlm bilik.ha ha&lt;/span&gt;) together with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kueh lopes&lt;/span&gt;. Yea, apparently the lil brother is one of my not-so-mysterious stalkers - so he told mum *gasp* bout my craving(I decided not to call mum and tell her bout my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;karipap&lt;/span&gt; craving, super&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mengada la nak order memacam&lt;/span&gt;) and my blog. So yea, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nantikan tulisan-tulisan yang berbaur kesopanan dan kesusilan sahaja di masa hadapan&lt;/span&gt;(not!). :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o2&lt;/span&gt;. Went for a round of steamboat dinner on Saturday with the family which came together with a fire show - as in the was a gas leakage on the portable stove &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lalu kebabom mengeluarkan&lt;/span&gt; fire. It was terrifying to see some of the staffs in charge&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; yang cuba melakukan aksi meniup api&lt;/span&gt; as if the fire &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah &lt;/span&gt;birthday candles. Yey them for such a '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smart' &lt;/span&gt;act. I hafta say that they are not well trained for such incident, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gelabah ayam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lebih&lt;/span&gt; tho eventually someone finally got some sense blown into him and was reminded of something called fire extinguisher. Like, yea, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk. Owh, dad was sorta unhappy about it, knowing my dad, I could tell &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walaupon &lt;/span&gt;externally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah senyum-senyum &lt;/span&gt;and cracking jokes) - after all it happened in one of those hotels under his corp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o3&lt;/span&gt;. Went to a wedding on Sunday and came back home only to be told that moi uncle was admitted to the hospital due to Leptospirosis so we headed to Alor Setar for a visit. As we went in to see him, he talked as he normally does tho his breathing seems sorta labored. Today, he's in a stable condition tho he still needs to be monitored and I wish him a speedy recovery - as looking at your close relatives &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang sakit adelah kesedihan&lt;/span&gt;. Please pray for him okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o4&lt;/span&gt;. Got myself a haircut on Monday, went out around 11 together with C*** and he had to wait for an hour for me. he he. Previously the hair was too long for my liking and now it's a wee bit too short! Haih, never mind. Hair grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o5&lt;/span&gt;. Headed back to KL around 6pm yesterday after visiting moi grandparents. Yan is looking well and still as good humored as ever. Tok didn't let us leave before eating a plateful of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kueh lompang&lt;/span&gt; and she even gave me a jarful of home-made instant &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuah kacang&lt;/span&gt; which would be wonderful with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cucur udang&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haih, terharu macam nak nangis jugak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o6&lt;/span&gt;. Adik tagged along during our trip back to KL. He's going for a week long road trip together with his university buddies. I dropped him off to the nearest train station earlier this morning after a quick breakfast as he's heading to Seremban to his best friend's place before driving to Malacca and JB later.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Jalan elok-elok nooo, jangan dok syok sangat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o7&lt;/span&gt;. I feel like eating Subway's steak &amp;amp; cheese sandwich. Hmppp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o8&lt;/span&gt;. Our next checkup gonna be on the 30th(which is like a week late due to our work constraints and whatnot). Honestly, I just can't wait to have another peek at our lil precious as I've been having the fluttery feeling(as if something is bouncing around and tugging at your tummy) for quite sometime now - which is rather subtle(so C*** can't see/feel it yet) but then again,powerful enough for me to notice. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cepat-cepat la besaq okay cek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09&lt;/span&gt;. I'm tired, I need more sleeeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Have a great week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-4124467123047619084?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4124467123047619084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=4124467123047619084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/4124467123047619084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/4124467123047619084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2010/12/oflong-weekend.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.long weekend.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-1542970799342967247</id><published>2010-12-23T12:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:36:14.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yours Truly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tied the knot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-si'/><title type='text'>♥of.sadness.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TRLs9EvwuZI/AAAAAAAAAsI/nK6KG1pPLLc/s1600/lovestring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TRLs9EvwuZI/AAAAAAAAAsI/nK6KG1pPLLc/s400/lovestring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553761824491485586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 3 days since C*** left for his work trip. Sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 3 days since I decided to turn on my workaholic-mode - hence the 9.30am -8pm office hour - the workload helped to ease the boredom and loneliness a bit. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Takde lah balik rumah awal and meroyan sebab&lt;/span&gt; home alone. he he. Given my circumstances, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;benda kecik-kecik pon rasa macam nak buat aksi drama&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, for the past few days, I would reach home feeling tired which equals to lesser time for me to mob around the house feeling sorry for myself before bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny really, funny bout how I couldn't be bothered bout the whole being-home-alone thing before, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sekarang&lt;/span&gt;, upon receiving the news that C*** gonna be off somewhere for a few days broke my heart a little. ha ha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emosi yang tak tahan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apekah tulis ni pon rasa nak nangis?&lt;/span&gt; Yea, I can't believe myself sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, if you ask me, this whole sadness thing is just absurd. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Macam la kena tinggai sebulan(if sebulan or berbulan-bulan, ikot please? he he)&lt;/span&gt;, and it has been quite sometime that C*** managed to excuse himself from being away for such work trip(whilst using me as an excuse &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la kan&lt;/span&gt;?). Tho C***'s around &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pon&lt;/span&gt;, it's not like I'd cling to him like a baby monkey &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ke ape&lt;/span&gt;. It's just that having him around make me feel safe, happy even(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kalau dah start rasa tak happy tu&lt;/span&gt;, it would be another story. he he).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TRLtEDwigkI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/UTof7zgU1DI/s1600/quote1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TRLtEDwigkI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/UTof7zgU1DI/s400/quote1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553761944485397058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, the sort of happiness that only the other half could bring. Happiness of a different kind, but crucial for survival -  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;survival at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of whining, he'll be back tonite, so yey! :D (Yea, there's a reason why I didn't whine about him not being around earlier,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; nanti bertambah sedih&lt;/span&gt;. ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's ramble bout my cravings for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, tho my cravings are easy, tapi it won't be as easy when you're fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I've been wanting to eat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;karipap &lt;/span&gt;for weeks now but most of those store-bought variety &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah bleh&lt;/span&gt;. The filling is either too mediocre for my liking, the pastry is either too thin, not crispy enough or the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;karipap itu &lt;/span&gt;too hollow or worse,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dibuat menggunakan&lt;/span&gt; the curry puff mould - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sungguh &lt;/span&gt;la tak authentic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my mum's curry puff, the delicate handmade puff stuffed with tonnes of potatoes and beef(the more beef, the better). Owh..*salivates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better call up my mum and tell her to ditch the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kueh lopes, nak karipap lah&lt;/span&gt; this weekend.  (Yea, this craving baby told her mummy that she wants kueh lopes earlier, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tetiba teringat&lt;/span&gt; her mum's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;karipap adelah lebih sedap&lt;/span&gt;. he he)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, a dear colleagues bought a pack of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;karipap pusing&lt;/span&gt; for me this morning. Sob sob. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terharu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. I hafta go for another round of stress test later this afternoon. Hope I could make it home before C***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-1542970799342967247?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1542970799342967247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=1542970799342967247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1542970799342967247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/1542970799342967247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2010/12/ofsadness.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.sadness.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TRLs9EvwuZI/AAAAAAAAAsI/nK6KG1pPLLc/s72-c/lovestring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-4242043539360626238</id><published>2010-12-20T11:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T13:34:41.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event and Incident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend/Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tied the knot'/><title type='text'>♥of.weekend rendezvous.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TQ7plQF2jbI/AAAAAAAAAr8/stL8JqjpKFY/s1600/kl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TQ7plQF2jbI/AAAAAAAAAr8/stL8JqjpKFY/s400/kl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552632216778345906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's the weekend? Mine was a lazy and blissful one. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with a fun sight-seeing on Friday's night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kenduri &lt;/span&gt;on Friday's night and whilst we're on our way back home, C*** suddenly went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I don't feel like going home yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me neither."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jom jalan-jalan!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the good thing about being married, you could just nod your agreement without thinking when the other half's about to drag you for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jalan-jalan &lt;/span&gt;when it's already 30 minutes before midnite. he he. The sweet freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did we go? The Ampang look-out point! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my 1st time(tho it's just like few mins from our place) and I hafta say the road &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah&lt;/span&gt; sorta spooky - not exactly my kinda place to go for a date, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dah kawin lain cerita, pi mana pon saya ikot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was drizzling when we were driving up to the look-out point so we didn't expect the place to be crowded, but boy, we're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was crowded and I hafta say that looking at all those cars lined up along the street, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah membuatkan seseorang itu merasa&lt;/span&gt; fishy. Since most of the hot spots along the street were taken, we decided to park our car on the other side of the road which still allows us to have a good view of the city (&amp;amp; thank God we brought my 4wd instead of C***'s lowered mpv, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kot tak memang nampak keta sebelah je lah&lt;/span&gt;. he he).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, something funny happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we parked our ride across the hot spots of look-out point, we're actually parked next to this one particular car &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tho bukan lah sebelah menyebelah,as the car was on the other side of the road, but then again, still close enough for you to see the passengers&lt;/span&gt;) and in order to enjoy the scenery, it would look like we're staring at the car as the car was directly in front of us, geddit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there was this young couple in it and we reckoned that they were doing something fishy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerana adelah&lt;/span&gt; few times the guy was looking at us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dengan muka tak puas ati - &lt;/span&gt;as if a way of saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Apehal kau park keta sebelah aku ni?", padahal &lt;/span&gt;we had no intention to spy on them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know how people always feel that they are being watched when they are guilty? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rasa macam&lt;/span&gt; everyone is looking at you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi sebenarnya perasaan semata-mata&lt;/span&gt;. I think the same goes for the couple &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kot&lt;/span&gt;. he he.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tu la, lain kali&lt;/span&gt;, get a room or get married. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,we stayed long enough to see KLCC turned off its lights and whatnot and later drove back home to watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I cooked for lunch(yea, curry again as requested by C***),changed the bedsheet and quilt cover, washed the laundry, watched a Hindi movie(with C***,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sejak bila dia layan hindustan pon cek tak tau laaa&lt;/span&gt;) and later decided to go out for a movie after Maghrib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell ya that it has been ages since the last movie, so we headed to the nearest TGV only to find out all the movies available &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah bosan.&lt;/span&gt; So we walked around for a bit and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mak buyung&lt;/span&gt; later dragged C*** to the Cold Storage and made him pay for tubs of Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's and later headed to Subway for dinner(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerana tergoda dengan&lt;/span&gt; the smell of the freshly baked bread).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had a foot-long sandwich and a tub of Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's for dinner at 10pm. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mana lah tak comel jadinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Sunday was more or less the same, it's just that we went out sometime after Asar to stock up on yogurt drinks, fruits and get ourselves a new jar rice cooker - since the one that we bought earlier was a tad too big for two of us(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bila masak nasi adelah rasa kesian sebab macam sikit sangat, then kerak jer berlebih kerana luas permukaan yang besar&lt;/span&gt; :P), so we decided to get a smaller one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. We are yet to go on a shopping spree &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerana malas(beli periuk nasi adelah tidak dikira sebagai shopping)&lt;/span&gt;. I sorta detest the idea of going out to crowded places these days(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walaupon ade sedikit&lt;/span&gt; craving &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nak &lt;/span&gt;Ikea's meatballs, told ya my cravings are easy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the weekend as we're heading up for a wedding in Taiping and later spend a long weekend in Kedah. Woot! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lamanya tak balik&lt;/span&gt;, homesick homesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-4242043539360626238?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4242043539360626238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=4242043539360626238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/4242043539360626238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/4242043539360626238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2010/12/ofweekend-rendezvous.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.weekend rendezvous.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TQ7plQF2jbI/AAAAAAAAAr8/stL8JqjpKFY/s72-c/kl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-2801960680729421800</id><published>2010-12-16T17:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T12:49:31.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yours Truly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>♥of.being thankful.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Yea, I should be punished for not updating, or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been having a wee bit of stress-test induced stress.(Confuse much?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He he. It's just that I'm having a hard time with the stress test. Too much monitoring, tuning and after-working-hours stuff to be done. It's very tiring, yes. But what choice do I have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, let's not whine too much when you've been showered with good news. he he. Good news what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o1&lt;/span&gt;. I'm getting the 90 days maternity leave which equals to more bonding time with the family. Yey to the beloved company. he he. Let's see if the semi-workaholic me could stand the 3 months off from programming.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mungkin boleh dilakukan dengan mudah&lt;/span&gt;. he he. I'm such a genius when it comes to sit around doing nothing sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o2&lt;/span&gt;. The Boss came in for our appraisals today and brought along a very very good news for moi. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Insyaallah&lt;/span&gt;, I'll get my long-awaited promotion this year(2 years and a half adalah a long wait. I was considered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'new' &lt;/span&gt;last year), together with another handsome increment. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;. More &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rezeki &lt;/span&gt;for us and the lil precious. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.Does it mean that I'll finally get to own a new ride next year? he he. Cey,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lum ape-ape&lt;/span&gt;, but yea, I've talked about it with C***, he's still sorta firm with his idea that I should get a compact car and nothing else - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerana &lt;/span&gt;now we already owned an mpv, a compact car and a small 4wd - so if I got myself a sedan or the sort, his big car gonna be neglected big time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sekarang pon&lt;/span&gt; we only take it for a spin during the weekends and long trips back to our hometowns - most of the time&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kereta besaq itu adelah menjadi tukun&lt;/span&gt; di basement parking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kesian&lt;/span&gt;. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which car gonna be replaced? Not the mpv, and absolutely not the compact car(it's C***'s so called experimental car) - which left us with the 4wd. Yup, 4wd gonna be replaced. Replace &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt;? Since it's not really mine on papers to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is,I never paid a dime for it(the loan I mean which I'm not proud of) except for the scheduled maintenance(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sendiri pakai sendiri&lt;/span&gt; maintain okie?), the accident related stuff(yea yea, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takkan nak suh ayah bayar jugak yer dak?&lt;/span&gt;) and road tax and insurance(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;itu pon sekali jer.  Sungguh keji&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the car's a gift from moi dad(which explains why I paid almost nothing for it) and we're planning to send it back to Kedah if I ever get myself a new ride. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nak jual sayang&lt;/span&gt;. It has been goood to me so far(except for minor stuff here and there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dan aksi terjun masuk longkang yang dilakukan oleh adek terchenta&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, what to buy? What to buy? I won't go for something extraordinarily lavish as it's just a car for me to drive myself to work and back(which is like 45km everyday,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dekat ya amat&lt;/span&gt;) and perhaps run some errands but nothing more than that.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Takkan &lt;/span&gt;Golf gti &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kot&lt;/span&gt;? ha ha. I wish. I'd absolutely get it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bila dah terlebih duit&lt;/span&gt;, now that we're having a mini us, priority changes.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terasa sungguh&lt;/span&gt; grown up, no kidding.I've stopped salivating over designer handbags since I'm pregnant, is that a good sign or what? he he)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh,on a lighter note. Please stop telling me to get a myvi. Tsk tsk. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pesanan ini ditujukan kepada&lt;/span&gt; moi family &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terchenta&lt;/span&gt;). Yes, I know darling C*** works for the automotive company which produces that particular ride and it would be easy peasy(&amp;amp; cheap) to maintain it later since C***'s an expert. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tapi apekah? Sungguh lah tidak berkembang maju. he he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, we'll figure it out later, for now let's just be thankful for everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh yes, here are the images of the lil precious as promised(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry la for the delay bebeh&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TQrm228_fFI/AAAAAAAAArk/9o7UF-QnOCQ/s1600/baby1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TQrm228_fFI/AAAAAAAAArk/9o7UF-QnOCQ/s320/baby1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551503320826215506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mini us at 11 weeks &amp;amp; 2 days. Yea, hanya lah around 5cm during our very 1st checkup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TQrnNokIACI/AAAAAAAAAr0/N0osTLxn-So/s1600/baby11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TQrnNokIACI/AAAAAAAAAr0/N0osTLxn-So/s400/baby11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551503712100810786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our precious at 16 weeks, sungguh lah sopan dan terkepit-kepit = the doc didn't manage to determine the gender. How lah mummy want to go shopping like dat? Tsk tsk. (Uii..besaqnya kepala, please be smart like daddy okie? he he)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Owh well, as long as the baby is healthy, we're good. I'm endlessly praying for a smooth sailing pregnancy and birth. Do pray for me okies? he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata for now. :P&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/6038180-2801960680729421800?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2801960680729421800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=2801960680729421800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/2801960680729421800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/2801960680729421800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2010/12/ofbeing-thankful.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.being thankful.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TQrm228_fFI/AAAAAAAAArk/9o7UF-QnOCQ/s72-c/baby1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-6841656205086184205</id><published>2010-12-13T11:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:40:18.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yours Truly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend/Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Food'/><title type='text'>♥of.curry.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>If there's one thing that I hafta admit is the fact that I (used) to be ignorance bout how to cook curry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's not something that you eat like everyday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;? UNLESS you're a big fan of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasi kandaq&lt;/span&gt; or the sort, then yea, that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sometime during the weekend, I opened the door to moi freezer in search of stuff to cook for lunch. I noticed this huge head of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ikan bawal &lt;/span&gt;staring longingly at me - whilst screaming (not literally else I'll run out of the kitchen and swear not to cook for a month, he he)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Take me! Take me! Masak laaa saya, masakkk laa". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared back at it while mouthing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Errr..nak masak apa? Goreng ka? You'll be good for a fish head curry, but I dunno how to make gulai you see?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I talked to the imaginary soul of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ikan bawal&lt;/span&gt;'s head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to disappoint the (head of)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ikan bawal&lt;/span&gt; or moi-self(for being hopeless in the curry department), I called mummy for help. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, being my wonderful mum, was delighted to shed some light on the recipe, instructions and whatnot, BUT(yes, there's a but) not before giving me the usual &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu-la-mama-selalu-dok-masak-dulu-but-you-never-bothered-to-watch-and-learn&lt;/span&gt; talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiseh, who would have thought that I'll marry someone who would actually bought a huge fish head &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alasan&lt;/span&gt;. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, there I was. In the kitchen at.9.30am, on the phone with moi mummy talking about how to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masak gulai&lt;/span&gt;. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, what happened next? Well, with all the courage that I could muster I actually did it - much to C***'s amusement as he directly came to kitchen and went "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought you don't do curry&lt;/span&gt;" upon looking at the dish on the top of the stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TQWjJGlEJ9I/AAAAAAAAArc/6AJPT5OAldY/s1600/Nonya-Curry-Fish-Head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TQWjJGlEJ9I/AAAAAAAAArc/6AJPT5OAldY/s320/Nonya-Curry-Fish-Head.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550021492584228818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, macam sodap but it's not mine I was too busy being happy sebab masak menjadi so I didn't bother to snap a pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cey, &lt;/span&gt;don't be little me okie? Tho yes, It's my 1st time but I'm not that hopeless in cooking so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masih &lt;/span&gt;la &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boleh &lt;/span&gt;execute the instructions and whatnot. he he. Yes, the curry turned out to be good (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ini adelah kenyataan from C***,&lt;/span&gt; I took the compliment seriously&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kerana nak dapat puji adelah susah okay? &lt;/span&gt;Tho he'd eat most of everything&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;) Mummy, aren't you proud of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still on the subject, apparently C***'s not the only one being amused by my sudden will to learn how to cook curry as dad called up last night and the 1st thing he asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Soo..mum told me baby masak gulai,jadi ka masak gulai? ha ha ha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, apparently mum told the whole kampung about it. tsk tsk. Yes, my dad still calls me baby - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walaupon dah tua bangka&lt;/span&gt;, but hey I'm his 1st baby. he he.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Jadiiiii..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nanti balik boleh masak untuk ayah pulak"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Boleh-boleh, no problem. Dah terer skrang. he he"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Baguih baguih....nanti boleh try recipe yada yada yada"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, apart from the compliment, moi dad actually showered me with 1001 recipes. Yes, tho mum is the master chef of the house, dad's an awesome cook too. I always love his cooking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerana &lt;/span&gt;tho most of it seems like a spontaneous recipes,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tapi adelah sodap&lt;/span&gt;(but the spontaneous part makes it hard to copy his cooking, ish ish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, that's about it. My successful mission, which I'm sorta proud of since I'm not big in cooking when it involves coconut milk -  since if you didn't do it right, it's just plain sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, go on, laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sekarang dah terer masak kari&lt;/span&gt;. La la la la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-6841656205086184205?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6841656205086184205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=6841656205086184205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/6841656205086184205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/6841656205086184205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2010/12/ofcurry.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.curry.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TQWjJGlEJ9I/AAAAAAAAArc/6AJPT5OAldY/s72-c/Nonya-Curry-Fish-Head.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-5023740042167136539</id><published>2010-12-09T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T17:58:46.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tied the knot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>♥of.reviving.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Yes. The blog is dying from lack of updates. So here's something brief(&amp;amp;random) to revive it  a bit. he he. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o1&lt;/span&gt;. Apart from the occasional all-day-sickness, I'm pretty much energetic these days tho I still couldn't eat much else &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;akan mengundang muntah&lt;/span&gt;. Teeheee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o2&lt;/span&gt;. We just replenished our fridge with abundant stock of fishes and fruits. Perhaps it's a cue for me to cook more often(now that I'm feeling less nauseous). Owh, I'm crazy bout mango and cherry now. Thank God both of em are in season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o3&lt;/span&gt;. Had a fattening lunch of Lamb Mandy &amp;amp; beef samosa at Al-Rawsha on Tuesday. The foods are good but then again I just took my share from C***'s as I'm not a big fan of lamb when it doesn't come with mint sauce. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;04&lt;/span&gt;. I reckon that someone in my condo block is pregnant as I could hear her puking her guts out everyday. Well, I could truly understand the puking part, t&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;api mengapakah bunyinya kedengaran begitu&lt;/span&gt; amplified &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dan menakotkan&lt;/span&gt;? Tsk tsk. The sound of her puking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah membuatkan saya yang berada di dalam keadaan normal menjadi kembang tekak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o5&lt;/span&gt;. Our next checkup gonna be in Ampang Puteri instead of Pusrawi. Our beloved gyne decided to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berhijrah &lt;/span&gt;for some reasons and we're following her - which is not really a bad idea since Ampang Puteri is just like 7 mins away from our place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o6&lt;/span&gt;.I need a haircut. The last time was like zillions years  ago and the hair is way too long for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o7&lt;/span&gt;. C*** is extremely awesome these days(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rasa macam dah sejuta kali ulang&lt;/span&gt;, annoyed much?). Last week he accompanied me to the office twice. He even drove me to my prod deployment on Friday's night and waited for 2 freaking hours for me to finish moi work. Thanks love. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o8&lt;/span&gt;. I'm still wearing my normal clothes since most of em still fit - tho some of the tops make me look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boncit &lt;/span&gt;instead of pregnant.Hmpp..perhaps I should get one of those top with 'I'm not fat but pregnant' written on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o9&lt;/span&gt;. C*** bought pomegranates for me to stuff my face with but he doesn't fancy those lil juicy seeds.  Good, more pomegranate goodness for me then. he he. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sungguh selfish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;. Now that C*** is no longer forcing me to drink liters of milk each day(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerana &lt;/span&gt;the pregnancy just make it unbearable to drink fresh milk so we switched to yogurt/cheese/tofu), he's determined to make me take a spoonful of olive oil everyday. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sungguh menyelerakan&lt;/span&gt;. Not! Blurghhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;. I spent my lunch break on a shopping spree instead of stuffing my face with food(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;padahal perot dah berbunyi&lt;/span&gt;). I got myself 2 new tops without much deliberation since I'm dying to use the gift vouchers. Heh, I should have gotten myself a Dior eyeliner instead, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi tadi otak adelah tidak dapat berfikir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;. Gonna be out of the office again tomorrow for a stress test. Well, honestly I hate going out nowadays. Too much walking and driving around&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; adelah penat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Gotta check on the newly configured UAT server.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s:&lt;/span&gt; Perhaps it's not too late to wish moi stalkers a Happy Maal Hijrah. :) Yea, I'm wishing for a better daughter, wife, sister, friend and muslimah in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-5023740042167136539?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5023740042167136539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=5023740042167136539&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/5023740042167136539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/5023740042167136539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2010/12/ofreviving.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.reviving.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-3993175969225639610</id><published>2010-11-30T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:50:04.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>♥of.random.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o1.&lt;/span&gt; I'm currently in the office. Mind you, it's 9.40pm! Yes, I hafta brace through all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kemalasan &lt;/span&gt;in the world in order to submit moi annual appraisal online. No thanks to the fact that they shut down the internet url for that particular system so I hafta come over and do it at the office instead. Blurghh. Moi bonus better be good. Owh, fret now. I'm not alone, darling C*** is here with me. Later &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boleh pegi dating&lt;/span&gt;. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o2.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I'm in the midst of moi training this week. Hence the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malas&lt;/span&gt;-ness to update. It's just wonderful to be able to reach home before 7pm these days. Heaven owh. Tapi the morning traffic that I hafta go through whilst heading to MV every morning is torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o3.&lt;/span&gt; Our 2nd checkup went smoothly.Alhamdulillah. Yes, we waited for hours still but after seeing the lil precious &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah kurang sikit kemarahan. Terubat lah kot sakit hati&lt;/span&gt;. Cey cey..he he. :P Will try to load the pics later. The baby's now as big as an avocado! Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o4.&lt;/span&gt; My blood is low in iron, so I hafta take this big-ass pink pill everyday. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sungguh tak best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o5.&lt;/span&gt; C*** is the best &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasi goreng&lt;/span&gt; cook ever. he he. Like yea, he's awesome when it comes to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasi goreng&lt;/span&gt;. Nyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-3993175969225639610?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3993175969225639610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=3993175969225639610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/3993175969225639610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/3993175969225639610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/ofrandom.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.random.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-212259439098851774</id><published>2010-11-25T15:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T17:52:45.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>♥of.another randomness.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>The boss approved my leave application in a blink - without any question being asked tho I just applied for em a day earlier. he he. Having an awesome boss is a great. Owh I love my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a big dinner last night to celebrate C***'s birthday. It was not fine dining since I got to choose what and where to eat(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aci tak? Orang lain punya besdey,orang lain yang sebok nak pilih&lt;/span&gt;) - hence the Chinese food. We had steamed Garupa aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kerapu&lt;/span&gt;(which was too big for two), buttered squid and mixed veges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I stopped eating half way tho the steamed fish's to die for - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yer, mari lah berhenti sebelum muntah, elok-elok dapat makan sepinggan, jangan lah sampai macam tak makan yer dak? &lt;/span&gt;he he. Owh, C*** managed to finish up everything, ALONE. Yea, my darling husband is an eating machine. No doubt about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C*** actually said something about dragging me to MAHA. He claimed that he always like em. he he. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mimpi apakah semua ini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to Zue's daughter's akikah on Saturday. Owh, I can't wait to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pecet &lt;/span&gt;her daughter's chubby cheeks. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dah lama macik geram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for cheese baked oysters. God, how could I be this random. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going for our 2nd checkup tomorrow. I hope it gonna be great - minus the long wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping into the 2nd trimester of moi pregnancy, I think my all-day sickness is subsiding tho didn't vanish altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could finally finish a plate of food without the sudden urge to puke. I feel like cooking more often. Could finally tolerate a wee bit of curry, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sambal &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masak lemak.&lt;/span&gt; Backache is still there more often than not(bummer!). Still a big fan of fruits and veges. Still can't tolerate dairy stuff - especially fresh milk &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi &lt;/span&gt;I'm still big on yogurts and Vitagen(yey!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TO4cA4drNgI/AAAAAAAAArU/8JQcvXN26nI/s1600/cartoon15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TO4cA4drNgI/AAAAAAAAArU/8JQcvXN26nI/s320/cartoon15.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543398992822089218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still need to go to the loo few times before bed(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ini sangat penat&lt;/span&gt;!). Whenever I feel like a wee wee coming, I need to go, like ASAP.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm still as gassy as ever that sometimes C*** has to burp me(like a baby) after meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am religiously using the anti-stretchmarks lotion and cream on moi almost-non-existent-baby-bump before I turn into a tiger.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tahap mengada adelah tinggi&lt;/span&gt; especially after 10pm( that's when I need a back rub la, hot tea la, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apa &lt;/span&gt;la. Yes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mengada &lt;/span&gt;is nice. Especially when C*** is around. he he)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a parcel yesterday. Went over to pick it up at the reception whilst wondering whether there's a possibility of me forgetting something that I purchased online - it ended up to be a sample bottle of J&amp;amp;J baby powder together with a greeting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ala-ala keibuan&lt;/span&gt; - "Hope it's going to help to soothe the baby and you yada yada". Err..thanks. When did I ever sign up for such sample? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sungguh misteri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am soo going to spend the RM500 on optical stuff this weekend. A must. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apekah yang bleh dibeli&lt;/span&gt; with mere 500 bucks?Hmppp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C*** need to get a new cellphone(so do I), might as well get it for him - as a birthday gift. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tapi apakah?&lt;/span&gt; :P No Iphone and fancy celly please. My darling is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ganas &lt;/span&gt;ya know? Scratch that,it's just that his nature of work won't allow anything fancy. Cars, engines, engine oil(which reminded me that the shirt he wore yesterday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah &lt;/span&gt;stained &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dengan jayanya&lt;/span&gt;) and fancy celly just don't go together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, randomness at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-212259439098851774?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/212259439098851774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=212259439098851774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/212259439098851774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/212259439098851774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/ofanother-randomness.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.another randomness.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TO4cA4drNgI/AAAAAAAAArU/8JQcvXN26nI/s72-c/cartoon15.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-2754376494395816424</id><published>2010-11-24T10:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T12:25:14.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event and Incident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tied the knot'/><title type='text'>♥of.bonne anniversaire.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>We've known each other for 7 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been together for 3 years &amp;amp; we've been blissfully tied to to each other for 5 months tomorrow. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, if you haven't notice, I'm talking about my friend, my other half, the love of my life(ha ha, it feels awfully cheesy saying this, but well, it's true) otherwise known as my darling C***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned 27 years young today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TOyS82JJkLI/AAAAAAAAArE/zga-anrok1Y/s1600/happy-birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TOyS82JJkLI/AAAAAAAAArE/zga-anrok1Y/s320/happy-birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542966815409934514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no cake, candles or card last night as both of us were tired from the long day at work - only wishes, hugs, kisses and a birthday video - but fret not,we'll get it covered soon. Like real soon. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I think I should ramble bout C*** for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o1&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's still not the most romantic lover in the whole universe&lt;/span&gt;. he he. Not that I'm complaining as he could be rather wonderful with his sudden outburst of romance. ha ha. Owh well, you can't have em all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o2&lt;/span&gt;. Tho he's lacking in the romance department, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he's not the one to shy away from PDAs&lt;/span&gt;. Like yea, apparently planting kisses on your wife could be casually done anytime anywhere, including when you're in the kitchen together with your mother(and she aka the MIL would just laugh at the PDAs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dan saya adalah segan&lt;/span&gt;). *gasp* Yes,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ianya sudah berlaku like berjuta kali&lt;/span&gt; that I lost count and the will to be embarrassed anymore. Perhaps I should just be thankful for having a loving husband. Yes? he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o3&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He reads me like a dog-eared book&lt;/span&gt; as it's getting harder to hide my feeling from him. He could still tell that something is amiss tho I'm all smiley and whatever not. Yea, wonder what happened to the old inscrutable-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o4.&lt;/span&gt; He's big on DIY stuff so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; he's my MR DIY&lt;/span&gt; as he'd fix most of everything around the house and the cars. Like yea, I owned a car for the past 8 years but my knowledge on em is rather limited to the basic stuff. Yea, I'm ignorant just like that, so I'm so very thankful for a car-fanatic engineer husband. He could tell if there's something wrong by the sound of it. he he. Me? I'll be like, what sound? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dah roboh keta tu baru perasan agaknya.&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's pretty rajin when it comes to house chores.&lt;/span&gt; You could really rely on him to bring out the trash, cook,load the washing machine, fold the laundry(much better than I do) and that's about it. He can't stand ironing(but he'd do it anyway when I started to whine like a sick puppy and when he saw me ironing his jeans, he thought that I'm crazy. ha ha) or washing the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o6&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He'd never say no to food unless it's really really sucky&lt;/span&gt;. Like yea, he has a high tolerance for nasty food so when he finally pushed one aside,ya bet it must be really really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak sodap&lt;/span&gt;. he he. So far he's doing fine with my cooking(Yea, looking at your husband &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makan dengan gembira&lt;/span&gt; is happiness). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adakah saya masak sedap?&lt;/span&gt; Perhaps not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, but I swear it's not nasty either(since my fussy lil brother &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pon &lt;/span&gt;never complaint. ha ha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adik mengada itu memang suka complaint, abehla kalau dapat bini tak reti masak. &lt;/span&gt;Yer adik, I'm not kidding here kerana your lorat-ness cannot be helped.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o7.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He doesn't really know how to shop for himself&lt;/span&gt; - especially clothing - but there's no doubt that he's an expert when it comes to buying stuff for his cars. Yea, apparently spending thousands on a set of TEIN(TEIN what? Google it!) is normal. he he. Passion &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;katanya&lt;/span&gt;. he he. Whatever you say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah &lt;/span&gt;darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. I could go on for days rambling about him, but then again, you people gonna be puking blood &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah kot&lt;/span&gt;. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I wish him an endless happiness(with me obviously) and a blessed prosperous life, now and here after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TOyTKvKxvhI/AAAAAAAAArM/0NkYOOKqRTk/s1600/couple-lover.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/_F61mimGXU_Q/TOyTKvKxvhI/AAAAAAAAArM/0NkYOOKqRTk/s320/couple-lover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542967054055882258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank Allah for bringing him into my life. He's an awesome other half for being with me this far - crazy, kiasu, OCD, paranoid or not and I love him to bits for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of mushiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-2754376494395816424?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2754376494395816424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=2754376494395816424&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/2754376494395816424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/2754376494395816424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/ofbonne-anniversaire.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.bonne anniversaire.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TOyS82JJkLI/AAAAAAAAArE/zga-anrok1Y/s72-c/happy-birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-4781829251242268403</id><published>2010-11-23T12:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T18:00:51.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event and Incident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend/Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>♥of.the sad long weekend.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>We headed back to Malacca on Friday's noon after receiving a call from MIL. C***'s uncle was hospitalized and his condition was deteriorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Malacca sometimes after 4pm and went over to the hospital for a visit. Stayed there for a while before being whisked back home by BIL who insisted that I shouldn't be in the hospital (aka the bacteria silo) too long, given my condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went back home and I had an early night since I was terribly tired( It's absurd, really, I'm like tired all the time) and my back was aching from the 2 hours drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PIL went to the hospital for another visit next day, without us - as I was not allowed to go and C*** was forced to stay home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on Sunday as we were lazing around after lunch before heading back to KL, we received the dreaded call - Ayah(the name which C***'s uncle was fondly called) passed away - so we canceled our plan and waited for everything to settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sadden me to see the red-eyed cousins &amp;amp; relatives. I can't say that I know how it feels to lose a father but at least I know it sure hurts to lose a loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the body was ready for burial sometimes after 6. I even followed everyone to the cemetery(tho some of the older cousins told me not to,but heck I'm not superstitious. ). We walked there(it was more tiring than I thought, but who am I kidding la &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;? Walking to the car park from the office &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pon penat&lt;/span&gt; these days.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went well and we only came back to KL yesterday - to a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tunggang-terbalik ala kapal karam&lt;/span&gt; crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling C*** help to load the laundry(he mastered the how-to-sort-the-laundry-based-on-my-ocd-wife's-way ), picked up the dry ones from the yard and folded em whilst I made us hot drinks and sweet potatoes fritters for tea(I craved for them, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so balik jer terus buat, tak menyempat2&lt;/span&gt;) and fried pasta for dinner. After dinner I was too tired for anything, so C*** had to iron his uniforms himself - which he did without complaint, for that I'm so very thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I'm back in the office, piles of work are waiting to be sorted out and just now the boss came in only to tell me that I'll be sent off for a week-long training - next freaking week - just when I thought that I'll have a well scheduled week ahead of me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nampaknya tidak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to finish up the stress test, prepare the deployment documents and instructions for the production deployment on the 3rd and double check the db scripts. All within hmppp...2 and a half days(as I would be on a half day off on Friday for my monthly checkup).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word, great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now please excuse me whilst I drag myself to a corner and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-4781829251242268403?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4781829251242268403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=4781829251242268403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/4781829251242268403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/4781829251242268403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/ofthe-sad-long-weekend.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.the sad long weekend.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-6704923796209327260</id><published>2010-11-18T12:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T10:00:58.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event and Incident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Food'/><title type='text'>♥of.EID-Adha.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>I'm tireeeeeeeeeeeeeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home around midnite only to find out the freshly-made pickled mango(yummeh!) that MIL packed for us spilled in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was too sleepy and tired to bother much but C*** was terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o1&lt;/span&gt;. It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIS &lt;/span&gt;car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o2&lt;/span&gt;. The liquid is acidic for God's sake - it would seep into the carpet and later gnaw at the metal part of the car and the car would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berlubang&lt;/span&gt;!(Okay exaggerating much?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o3&lt;/span&gt;. The liquid would leave a pungent smell if not being cleaned ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so guess who spent hours cleaning em last night? Well, absolutely not me. I need to sleeeep since I have to wake up for work the next day remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize when he got into bed, but I bet it was late since he was mumbling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"mengantok mengantok"&lt;/span&gt; in his sleep when I was kissing him goodbye before dragging my lazy butt to work.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cey..tengah tidoq pon bleh complaint mengantok ka? Tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my EID-Adha's a good one. Went for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;semayang raya&lt;/span&gt; at the nearby mosque(which is like 15 steps away from the house). Had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ketupat nasi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuah kacang&lt;/span&gt; for breakfast since I couldn't bring myself to sample the rest of food spread thanks to my limited palate.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Yer, strategy untuk tidak muntah telah berjaya selama 4 hari. Yey me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had yummy lunch afterward and a quick nap &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerana tetiba pening tanpa sebab&lt;/span&gt;. Woke up and watched some tv with C*** and the rest of the families. Had hot tea, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;otak-otak&lt;/span&gt; and pomegranate for tea. Went out for a quick shopping-trip with C***. After &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maghrib&lt;/span&gt;, we ate some more and headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yer, cuti yang memang bagus.&lt;/span&gt; We did nothing much but eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Raya korban is rather incomplete without the meaty bits aight? So MIL even packed kilos of beef and bones for us to cook back home. Bones ey? Maybe I should turn it into soup &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tulang&lt;/span&gt;. Sounds appetizing but we'll see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah &lt;/span&gt;whether I could stomach it later or not. The mind is still playing tricks on me ya know? It's like when I  think of some food, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adelah rasa macam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"owh sedapnyaaaa kalau dapat makan,sedapppp...sedapppp"&lt;/span&gt; but I'll ended up feeling nauseous when the food &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sudah terhidang depan mata&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's just frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmppp..talking bout food, last 2 days I felt like eating porridge so C*** cooked em (with excessive amount of love. :P &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sila muntah&lt;/span&gt;.) for me. Nothing beats a hot bowl of mushroom-laden chicken porridge with crispy fried anchovies and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tempe&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tetiba ada tempe&lt;/span&gt;, I felt like eating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tempe &lt;/span&gt;remember?) on the side (especially if you don't have to cook em yourself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TOTXQQoaioI/AAAAAAAAAq8/lUt_f3tH6b0/s1600/porridge.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/_F61mimGXU_Q/TOTXQQoaioI/AAAAAAAAAq8/lUt_f3tH6b0/s320/porridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540790115914910338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sungguh gembira&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT &lt;/span&gt;is my kind of food these days. Yes, I forced C*** to eat em too, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walaupon kelihatan forced tapi makan bertambah jugak&lt;/span&gt;, so my kind of food is not bad after all ey? (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taking credits macam masak sendiri pulak :P&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;,lunch's time over.(You should look at my lunch, it's just sad and I just shoved it down my throat for nutrition's sake. Sob.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6038180-6704923796209327260?l=strange-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6704923796209327260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6038180&amp;postID=6704923796209327260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/6704923796209327260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038180/posts/default/6704923796209327260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/ofeid-adha.html' title='♥&lt;b&gt;of.EID-Adha.&amp;amp;.me.&lt;/b&gt;♥'/><author><name>MsAnak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951359631977104366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/S0Qx1r2tJII/AAAAAAAAAc0/PRKh5BDIPUw/S220/17474_386056690343_852435343_10348408_7225111_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61mimGXU_Q/TOTXQQoaioI/AAAAAAAAAq8/lUt_f3tH6b0/s72-c/porridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038180.post-2400255890819755781</id><published>2010-11-16T10:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T16:39:46.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend/Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tied the knot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>♥of.SAHH.&amp;.me.♥</title><content type='html'>Here I am, minding my own business in the office whilst my SAHH(Stay At Home Husband), C*** is sleeping/watching tv/______(insert any relaxing activity here) at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, he's in the midst of his week-long break and I'm workinnnggg. Hmppph..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I shouldn't whine much since C*** has been awesome these days, okay scratch that, he's been awesome for like forever. Even more so yesterday since he went out to buy groceries, gutted the fishes(&amp;amp; prawns), took out the trash and cooked for dinner all by himself. How wonderful of you darling, I could absolutely get used to that. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, my tummy is showing - just a teeny weeny bit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;(or so I thought) - especially if I'm wearing a snug outfit at home. C***, the ever so wonderful C*** actually think my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buncit&lt;/span&gt;-ness is amusing, as he would mock me with a fishy look plastered on his face whilst mouthing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"budak buncit"&lt;/span&gt;. Ces..I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buncit &lt;/span&gt;for a reason ya know? At least I have a super valid reason to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buncit&lt;/span&gt;  and all my jeans still fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, I don't know whether it's too early to hunt for the baby stuff but I've been doing some research(cey..research) on some of the crucial stuff. Especially one of those gadgets that would help in the dairy department(I survived solely on BF when I was younger. Kudos to moi mum). ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, who would have thought that those stuff are freaking expensive. Like, a decent gadget would set me back almost half of my monthly paycheque - as I'd need to find a good one since I'll be working full time and whatnot, so something mobile and efficient is a must.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Adekah anda tahu&lt;/span&gt; what on earth am I talking about? he he :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, a research wouldn't be complete without the paperwork. Yes, I have to prepare a so- called paperwork for C***, he's the financier ya know? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jadi haruslah membodek tuan tanah itu&lt;/span&gt; so he would get me the one that I WANT. he he. Yea, he's one particular engineer(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang ala-ala&lt;/span&gt; OCD at times) so I hafta list out the specs, the advantages and whatnot for each model that I've shortlisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we're going back to Malacca tonight. I wonder how EID-adha in Malacca gonna be like. he he. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, C*** bought everything that I craved for last weekend. We actually went to MidV(to get the asam laksa, cream puff, Juicework etc) and hang out at the Gardens for a bit before heading for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pasar malam&lt;/span&gt; for yet another session of fooood hunt. I still can't eat much tho I feel like having loads of stuff these days. If &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makan jugak&lt;/span&gt; in the normal quantity, I'd puke my guts out and feel sorta bitter afterward. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kesedihan sebab makan tapi termuntah pulak. &lt;/span&gt;So now I'd usually have some of everything and hand over the rest to C*** to finish. Yey C***! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another lighter note, I need to buy something opt
