<?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-35422897</id><updated>2011-12-02T18:48:31.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Stories Never End - The New Chapter</title><subtitle type='html'>About Creative LIFE-Styles. Management. Activities. Events</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-2485902429120579803</id><published>2011-12-02T18:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T18:48:31.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Years On....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anniversaries...Birthdays....Christmas....New Year....It's December AGAIN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;What's it all to me this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Blank Blank Blank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;What's it all to me every year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Blank Blank Blank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I feel numb and that's the way I feel each December. But this year it's complete abyss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;December has disappointed me many years now. It has not brought me wishes. It has not brought me joy. Instead it has brought me rage, anger, sadness and complete abyss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The moment I have an inkling of hope that perhaps...(just maybe perhaps) this year would be different, I get disappointed again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;So this year, instead of feeling "hopeful" and "dreamy" and "wishful"...I'd rather remain NUMB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;That way, nothing can hurt me. That way, I feel less disappointed and more contented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;That way, I acknowledge that December means nothing to me for the last 5 years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;That way, even ordinary routine on a special day wouldn't seem soooo bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;That way, even a meal at a mediocre restaurant (that we've been to many many many times before) would be enough to satisfy my tummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;That way, I don't have to stress myself about buying gifts since I'm reciprocrating what I'm receiving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;That way, we shall come to an understanding that December is now meaningless to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;That way, nobody needs to stress about what gifts to get, how much they can spend, how much they ought to spend etc.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;That way, I can focus on spending on groceries and marketing and make everyone happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;That way...is possibly the way this December will end up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Kudos to December....what shall New Year bring?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-2485902429120579803?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/2485902429120579803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=2485902429120579803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/2485902429120579803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/2485902429120579803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2011/12/7-years-on.html' title='7 Years On....'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-7849903749975523534</id><published>2011-10-20T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T16:18:15.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>h.y.p.o.c.r.i.s.y</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Keep your friends close, and your enemies (competitors) closer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Somehow you can never trust someone completely. Always have reservations about a person save and except your family members. I usually can sense hypocrites miles away but not this one. I know she's a potential threat and immensely sly when it comes to competition. But didn't think that she would react that way. I suppose survival instincts show that -&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;you must do whatever to survive in this world even if it means losing a friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Friend? Is that who I am to her? How do you expect me to be her friend? How do you expect me to keep friends like that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I thought you were sincere. I thought you were honest. I thought you were honourable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;From what I hear, you are foolish, unwise, and a wrecker. No wonder your life is not peaceful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It's not 'healthy competition' if you rope your helpers and leave us with none. It's not healthy if you poke your nose into other people's business. It's not healthy if you under-cut or short-changed us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Then you can advice me to be patient??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Thanksss...it was nice knowing you. It was worth knowing you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Good luck and hope you find happiness in your life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/35422897-7849903749975523534?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/7849903749975523534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=7849903749975523534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/7849903749975523534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/7849903749975523534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2011/10/hypocrisy.html' title='h.y.p.o.c.r.i.s.y'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-3383033972366031238</id><published>2011-10-18T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T16:17:04.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud mother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You know when you're doing things right as a parent when......the School Calls with Good News!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;SMART School called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;2 weeks back our dear Aemir sat for a Basic Entrance Test. It was a 1 1/2 hour paper but our boy finished &amp;amp; handed in his paper after 30mins! I'm not sure if he's too confident about it but when the father returned to the exam hall, discovered he was not on his desk, the father told him to check his paper again!!! Check 5 mins &amp;amp; DONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It was hilarious and worrying at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Today I received a delightful call and was told that he excelled in all 3 papers (English, BM &amp;amp; Maths). Basically he scored all As for his test! And he has been accepted at the school for next year.....and a letter of offer shall follow suit before the school holidays informing us when to get his uniform and books for next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;WOW!!! Looks like lots of expenditure before he starts school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;And plenty of white/black shoes to get!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Whatever it is, I'm so happy for him....and I know he's a smart boy - although playful most of the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Congrats my boy!&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-3383033972366031238?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/3383033972366031238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=3383033972366031238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/3383033972366031238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/3383033972366031238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2011/10/proud-mother.html' title='Proud mother!'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-1226290524324532102</id><published>2011-10-18T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T16:01:31.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They are Hitched</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My buddy and I go a loooonnnggg loooonnnngggg way and we do manage to "find" time to catch up with things (twice a year...maybe 3x - which is sad!). Nevertheless we do know what the other has been up to, EXCEPT the moment she got "hitched"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It was good news for me to hear that she got engaged but months later I get an invitation to their reception....hmmmm still thinking that it's their wedding reception, I was honoured to attend. Then after much investigation, I discovered that they got hitched 2 months backs (without telling me!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;DARN!! DARN!! DARN!!! I have no qualms about it because I'm soooo very happy for her!!!! It's the moment I've been waiting for ....and after (??) boyfriends, finally she met someone but unfortunately I've never met him till this day. I guess he doesn't want to meet me either. Anyways, to be invited for her post-wedding reception is already a 'gift'....EXCEPT that it'll be at a BAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;If only the invitation came earlier - before my transformation, I wouldn't be scratching my head thinking of how to dress for the occasion and how people would respond to a hijaber entering a BAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I gotta get all the fashion magazines out so that I won't feel out of place for the occasion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;And now they are "hitched"...can't wait for the babies to 'pop' (although they claim they don't want any)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;congratulations buddy!&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-1226290524324532102?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/1226290524324532102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=1226290524324532102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/1226290524324532102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/1226290524324532102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2011/10/they-are-hitched.html' title='They are Hitched'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-7228193530221159607</id><published>2011-09-27T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T17:08:32.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"H.I.J.A.B.E.R.S"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As you know, I've just recently started wearing the hijab ...and recently I've learned that my cousin has followed suit....(*smiles* &lt;em&gt;I'm not alone here!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A few days ago, I just learned of an icon and blogger called Maria Elena and also discovered who Hana Tajima is. &lt;em&gt;(Forgive me....I'm just a late bloomer&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It is interesting to know and compare experiences of first-time 'hijabers' (&lt;em&gt;which is the term used by youngsters these days&lt;/em&gt;). Reading Maria's blog, I see similar experiences that I have faced and am facing lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Unrecognisable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I can walk around in the office unnoticed! Pretty much invincible because people have not gotten used to this new image walking around. Then, when I greet clients, they have a weird look on their face - trying hard to think where they've seen this face before. It won't &lt;em&gt;click&lt;/em&gt; until I mention my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;2. The Treatment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Yup! People treat you differently. I've been called "Puan Sri" "Ustazah" ...bowed at with respect (&lt;em&gt;as though I'm some big shot Menteri&lt;/em&gt;)....And then there's the "Alhamdulillah" and "Masya Allah" and "Subhanallah"....&lt;em&gt;(semualah keluar)&lt;/em&gt;. But how do you respond to such reactions from people around you? I can't say "Enough! It's only a piece of cloth covering my head"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I can't say "Oh shut up! I've heard it before" or even "Gotta problem with it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;So my response so far has been...smile, nod, giggle, walk away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Only because I don't know if theire reactions are sincere and complimentary or perhaps in awe and disgust! Who knows rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;But I do which people would treat me indifferently. Just because I am now a hijaber doesn't me my entire nature HAS to change. I know I can't be showing off too much skin and wearing skin-tight clothes. I know I have to watch my mannerisms....&lt;strong&gt;don't offer to shake hands with everybody - must be careful! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;(This a bit difficult to judge...men usually don't offer to shake you hands if they see you wearing tudung. But I believe to be professional it is ok to greet someone (even a male) by shaking their hands...Nonetheless, there's no strict rule about it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;3. The Styles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--R7X5vT6r1s/ToGO87Wn4yI/AAAAAAAAATE/Aj8cFTUZ3Ek/s1600/butikpinkku.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; height: 110px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 143px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--R7X5vT6r1s/ToGO87Wn4yI/AAAAAAAAATE/Aj8cFTUZ3Ek/s200/butikpinkku.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;butikpinkku.blogspot.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I am glad that I have been complimented on the way I wear my hijab (lilit the selendang..). I'm blessed to be lilit-inclined and have learned it through &lt;em&gt;Youtube&lt;/em&gt;. Thanks to all the &lt;em&gt;Youtubers for uploading your tutorials especially FaraButikpinkku&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f95WnCboxPA/ToGPAtSdO_I/AAAAAAAAATI/_BAORW6jvj4/s1600/CVRDARA_CMS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f95WnCboxPA/ToGPAtSdO_I/AAAAAAAAATI/_BAORW6jvj4/s1600/CVRDARA_CMS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I have also turned to Dara Magazine monthly for various styles and tudung fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;At the end of the day, it depends on how creative you are when wearing your tudung. As long as the basics are there, I doubt you can go wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;And unlike people that wear the ready-to-wear-tudung or tudung express with the awning, I think I'm better off with the selendangs, bawals and pashmina because I can never get bored. Also it's the only range that I can afford at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Everyday I get this "How do you lilit your tudung?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"Starts from here, pin here and you go round &amp;amp; round pin again DONE....selalu ikut citarasa sendiri!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;To be honest, it doesn't take too long to discover your own style (one that you're comfortable with) for work and weekends you can mengada-ngada try other styles if you want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;With designers like Hana Tajima, you'll definitely be inspired by her creations. Sleek and simple - just like her Japanese descent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;InsyaAllah, I hope to be closer to Allah s.a.w by wearing the hijab &amp;amp; bertutup aurat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The fashion &amp;amp; styles come secondary....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;In fact, I do hope that I can introduce these ladies here about different styles (got some offers already!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;xoxo...Happy Trying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-7228193530221159607?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/7228193530221159607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=7228193530221159607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/7228193530221159607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/7228193530221159607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2011/09/hijabers.html' title='&quot;H.I.J.A.B.E.R.S&quot;'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--R7X5vT6r1s/ToGO87Wn4yI/AAAAAAAAATE/Aj8cFTUZ3Ek/s72-c/butikpinkku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-3610429939108915941</id><published>2011-09-22T12:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T12:40:40.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS FLASH: "Shocking Reasons why Malaysians are Living Beyond their Means"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2011/9/22/nation/9550278&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2011/9/22/nation/9550278&amp;amp;sec=nation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The Star Newspaper today revealed a "shocking" survey about why Malaysians are living beyond their means..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;They wronged the people for not managing their finances well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I find even the Headlines shocking...It has shocked me that they are ONLY JUST discovering this habit from Malaysians. It is the culture in Malaysia to &lt;em&gt;lepak&lt;/em&gt; at the malls....ONLY because there are soo many to choose from. Then they complain that students from schools and colleges hang out at the malls, passing their time away doing absolutely nothing except watching passer-bys and causing a social havoc. Can you suggest any other places they can go to for entertainment or socialising?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;In Europe you find many many many parks that are big, clean, "green" (especially) and welcoming to hang out. Even to have a picnic under the shady tree. If you complain that it's the weather, then after 3pm is pretty ideal to have a picnic in the park - get some fresh air, read a book, fly a kite, play ball.....But are there any decent parks around for us to do that? If there are, then are Malaysians keen to have a picnic at the park?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I find that Malaysians are too afraid of the sun and heat that they tend to have activities indoors. An afternoon at the park (if you provide) may be the last thing on their minds. And if couples go to parks, they religious departments will create a stirr and accuse them of &lt;em&gt;khalwat&lt;/em&gt;. If they are non-Muslims then, there can be no such public display of affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Then how about entertainment parks? Theme parks? Berjaya has created an indoor theme park but how well is it patronised? It's a social stigma amongst parents of secondary school children to allow their kids to go there. Simply because they are not behaving well at such places. It's not the same excitement for an indoor theme park and an outdoor one. Even I wouldn't dream of going there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The next outdoor theme park is either Sunway or Genting. I think most of us have gone there at least once. But you can never go there too many times since it gets boring and costly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;In short, Malls and Supermarkets are the only places that caters to our weekend entertainment especially since there're so many to choose from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;In the article, it addresses the issue of credit card debts. I'm afraid this is on the onus of the card-user. Anyone who does not monitor their expenses using credit cards can be a victim of credit card debts. This I have to blame the banks....for making it too easy to approve credit cards to those who can't really afford it. Perhaps limiting their credit limit to below RM5000 according to their income. Banks allow these financially incapable individuals to fall prey to own too many credit cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;In my opinion, the moment you swipe your credit card worth more than you can pay, you are on your way to being a bankrupt!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Another astonishing discovery is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;“In one of our surveys, we were shocked that many children did not even know where money came from,” he said, adding that most replied “the ATM (automated teller machine).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;“And, they do not believe that their parents have to work to earn money,” Selvaraj added&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from The Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY?!!! Why aren't children made aware of where money comes from?&lt;br /&gt;They don't grow on trees and they certainly don't just come out of ATMs. I feel sorry for these children and even more so for their parents for not teaching them the essence of financial management at a young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children must be taught that money doesn't come easily. These days parents just &lt;em&gt;throw money&lt;/em&gt; like it's nothing....everything &lt;em&gt;buy buy&amp;nbsp; buy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a point when parents need to step up and tell their children that money spent is hard-earned money from your own sweat and blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time it was easier to picture a parent working hard to earn a living because they are labourers and you can literally see &amp;amp; smell their sweat when they work or after they return from work. Today, most parents are executives in offices and the only sweat they produce is when they walk to their cars at the carpark. Children don't see how hard you work...it's difficult for them to visualise it these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Malaysians, let's change the way we entertain ourselves and let's be a little bit more thrifty when it comes to spending. Ask yourself if you really really really need it.....and adopt a 'recycling' attitude from now on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-3610429939108915941?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/3610429939108915941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=3610429939108915941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/3610429939108915941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/3610429939108915941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2011/09/news-flash-shocking-reasons-why.html' title='NEWS FLASH: &quot;Shocking Reasons why Malaysians are Living Beyond their Means&quot;'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-6407225991985019781</id><published>2011-09-14T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T16:24:12.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You'd think it's the effect of Transformers 3: The Dark Moon. Or perhaps it's the effect of all the dramas that I've been following...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I think it is genuine and I believe Allah s.a.w. has 'spoken' and led me to a virtuous path of rightousness (&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;must check dictionary) &lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The Holy Month of Ramadan has led me back to the right path..has answered "someone's" prayers for me to turn over a fresh leaf. &lt;em&gt;(I use the term 'fresh' because there's nothing new about me except the way I look)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I have learned to embrace the idea of wearing a hijab. It has lingered in my head for a while but I have never been brave enough to wear it. I do not want to jump straight into the idea because I need to adjust to a different way of living...a change in lifestyle and habits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I don't know why it's such a gender-biased notion that one who wears a hijab must act a certain manner. Even I fall prey to such notions and admit that I snigger at the sight of a couple (woman with hijab &amp;amp; a guy) holding hands and cuddling in public, but I seem to allow such events to occur if the woman is &lt;em&gt;hijab-&lt;/em&gt;less. WHY?!! WHY?!! WHY?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Also, there are certain places that women with hijabs do not patronise...like lounges or the bars. Fine!!! They sell alcohol but some restaurants sell alcohol there's no stigmas if one patronises such places. I guess hijabs and vices do not get along! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;So, there's a whole new world for me to explore and I can only see it through the eyes of a &lt;em&gt;hijab-wearing individual.&lt;/em&gt; Even people view and treat me differently. I do not think I've changed as a person - personality-wise. I do not think I am capable of such transformation at that level but people seem to think that just because I wear a hijab now, I am not lively and bubbly like I used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Not only that, people seem to stare at me in awe. Act less wild and erratic...some even question what made me decide to wear a hijab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I'd just like to clarify that...NOTHING MADE me want to wear a hijab. I did not go through a 'traumatic' experience. I don't think anyone needs to go through such a phase in life. I doubt I am going through an identity crisis or a mid-life crisis. Honestly, it just felt right and the time is right to wear the hijab. It suits me, I'm comfortable and Alhamdulillah I have no complaints (so far hehehhe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I do hate it when people think I'm now "nice". OH PLEASE!!! Clearing the air again, I am the same person you know a month back....I am loud, crazy, and just the way I am. I don't think wearing a hijab should make me act any different...BUT someone people expect me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;If only a shawl could do such magic and make the devil into an angel...That Shawl must be the hottest selling item in town!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It's bullshit if u say "A hijab-wearing person is more well-mannered than a hijab-less person"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I started as a hijab-less person...and a hijab doesn't even make u a better person...it just LEADS u to be a better person because society expects you to potrait yourself as a better person. It's up to the individual to be a better person and it should be what the society expects or determine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Hijab or NOT I am the same!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I must say I love it because I don't have to blow-dry my hair every morning...(tiresome)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;but I do have to iron my shawl EVERY morning (also tiresome)....NO DIFFERENCE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8aqznA03iXE/TnBiJ0_kihI/AAAAAAAAAS0/zbfBgZDEIQ4/s1600/Picture%252520083%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8aqznA03iXE/TnBiJ0_kihI/AAAAAAAAAS0/zbfBgZDEIQ4/s320/Picture%252520083%255B1%255D" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surprised? I think I look kurus!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-00bY_yv-qPc/TnBiPwmPrNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/jSCFN5to3rU/s1600/Picture%252520085%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-00bY_yv-qPc/TnBiPwmPrNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/jSCFN5to3rU/s320/Picture%252520085%255B1%255D" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My left profile is BEST!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3aAMC03UfwM/TnBiSy-fk9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/fHysIa_9hb8/s1600/Picture%252520086%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3aAMC03UfwM/TnBiSy-fk9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/fHysIa_9hb8/s320/Picture%252520086%255B1%255D" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My right profile is SEDUCTIVE?!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbIdG1J8LZQ/TnBiWJ6toAI/AAAAAAAAATA/vxl1xmVBmh0/s1600/Picture%252520087%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbIdG1J8LZQ/TnBiWJ6toAI/AAAAAAAAATA/vxl1xmVBmh0/s320/Picture%252520087%255B1%255D" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oooo......&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;﻿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-6407225991985019781?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/6407225991985019781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=6407225991985019781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/6407225991985019781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/6407225991985019781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2011/09/transformer.html' title='Transformer'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8aqznA03iXE/TnBiJ0_kihI/AAAAAAAAAS0/zbfBgZDEIQ4/s72-c/Picture%252520083%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-420979022834202423</id><published>2011-08-08T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T16:13:46.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it MY CALLiNG?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;MIRACLES OF RAMADHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;One does not realise the "gifts" Allah s.a.w. brings us this Holy Month of Ramadhan until.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;you begin to see a Transformation from 'Uncovered' to 'Covered'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n95cxTUYp_s/Tj-SE60wH1I/AAAAAAAAASc/tI0yWs_UXAM/s1600/Nikon_1+684.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n95cxTUYp_s/Tj-SE60wH1I/AAAAAAAAASc/tI0yWs_UXAM/s320/Nikon_1+684.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Same Old Me&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fNa6502UDa4/Tj-R03Md3MI/AAAAAAAAASY/4VrcboUHy8U/s1600/nina%2527s+profile.BMP" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fNa6502UDa4/Tj-R03Md3MI/AAAAAAAAASY/4VrcboUHy8U/s320/nina%2527s+profile.BMP" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Same Me Uncovered﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I used to think that it will take a lot of rebelling and persuading before I decide to take a "BIG" step to "Cover" myself. But God works in miracles and I can sense that my transformation or hijrah towards the Hijab will be a smooth transition. I'd like it to be a smooth transition because I think I still fear that I may not be ready for that "BIG Step"...and should I choose to embark on that journey, there's no looking back (even though it's for the best!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;I also fear that my personality will not suit the image that I will potrait. It's always been a gender issue that a 'covered' girl must act a certain way [&lt;em&gt;"..bersopan...ayu...baik ...rajin solat etc.."&lt;/em&gt;] In fact I will persevere to be THAT kind of girl but like any transformation it will take time. On the other hand, I have come across many 'covered' people who behave even worse than I. Therefore, I am glad that at least, I am true to myself and am only embarking on this New-found journey because I AM READY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, these days, the Muslimah fashion industry has boomed and has created many different styles and designs to suit each individual character. I am glad that I received my 'calling' now....but even more so that I received it before it is too LATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;I also know that for those people who know me, they will question and wonder what happened? What made me decide to "cover-up"? In short, "&lt;em&gt;Nothing MADE me decide, I just decided it was time."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;I know many people who have transitioned and they are still the same person they were before. It's not the appearance or the attire that makes the individual. It's the person himself, all body and soul that makes the person that you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;I also know that I'll be subjected to lots of criticisms and hope that there's more Good than Bad. I have been called "makcik" whilst wearing a hijab but on the other hand, I have been called "adik". So like a coin, there are 2 sides of the story. You can hate me for 'covering' up or you can respect my decision for covering-up. At the end of the day, only I can decide which way to lead my own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Having said that, I am not willing to take a GIANT LEAP...instead, I will take &lt;em&gt;teeny-weeny steps, little baby steps, tip-toes.....&lt;/em&gt; before a FULL TRANSFORMATION!!! Wish me luck and May Allah give me strength to face anything that comes in my way. Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UBaqpGndiDU/Tj-QMgbhWjI/AAAAAAAAASI/HLbmCc_qrL4/s1600/new+look+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UBaqpGndiDU/Tj-QMgbhWjI/AAAAAAAAASI/HLbmCc_qrL4/s320/new+look+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Targeted New Look&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L2c73yuASAw/Tj-QSJv222I/AAAAAAAAASM/TKRD0lsGmTk/s1600/new+look.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L2c73yuASAw/Tj-QSJv222I/AAAAAAAAASM/TKRD0lsGmTk/s320/new+look.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still a Yummy Mummy?!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-420979022834202423?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/420979022834202423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=420979022834202423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/420979022834202423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/420979022834202423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2011/08/is-it-my-calling.html' title='Is it MY CALLiNG?!!'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n95cxTUYp_s/Tj-SE60wH1I/AAAAAAAAASc/tI0yWs_UXAM/s72-c/Nikon_1+684.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-2017053490532422053</id><published>2011-06-29T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T10:36:11.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Israk &amp; Mikraj - 27 Rejab : A Wake-Up  Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today is a very important day for all Muslims since it represents the calling of Prophet Muhammad s.a.w to meet Allah s.w.t and the beginnings of &lt;em&gt;umat-umat Rasulullah&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I have learned of this historical day from my own Ustaz when I was younger but due to the influence of Western culture..I admit ...that I have forgotten what this day meant for all Muslims. Therefore, it is a wake-up call for me. Alhamdulillah I hope I am not too late to realise that I must be a good Muslim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Also as a mother, I must adopt a good Muslim culture at home and educate and raise my children to be good Muslims as well. I have limited knowledge of Islamic teachings and I only know what I learned at school, from my parents and teachers. I hope I can impart whatever knowledge I have to my children - at least they learn something from me. If I err in some areas, I hope that someone can correct me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I should read to my children about the historical events of Islam - like my grandma used to read to me. I found interest in it then because I wasn't so influenced by the west.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I hope to leave my western lifestyle and lead life as a good Muslim - even dress like one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Insya Allah, I hope this Wake Up Call will be taken seriously as I do not want it to be too late and regret it later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Amin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-2017053490532422053?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/2017053490532422053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=2017053490532422053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/2017053490532422053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/2017053490532422053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2011/06/israk-mikraj-27-rejab-wake-up-call.html' title='Israk &amp; Mikraj - 27 Rejab : A Wake-Up  Call'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-5766786896934344017</id><published>2011-06-27T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T12:31:13.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it ALL comes Crashing Down!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;﻿&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.... &lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;One cannot predict what Life brings us. A moment of happiness and lifetime of togetherness can come crashing down in an instant. But we cannot allow ourselves to be swept away in "the darkness" because there's always tomorrow as long as the sun shines in the morning. We cannot allow anyone to blame us for "the darkness"...the dark clouds that hangs above us...We must always rise and shine again - just like the sun - and hope for a better tomorrow, a new beginning and a clearer future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When a child has been taken, it cannot be your fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When a child has been taken, do not be sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;On the other side, someone is joyously waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Allah s.a.w sees the BIGGER picture - and must truly love that child!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;How is it your fault when one looses a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Did you cause the accident? Did you bring bad luck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Did someone make it look like you caused the accident?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Did someone make sure you do not enjoy the happiness you deserve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Did someone wish for&amp;nbsp; this to happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Did you wish for this to happen? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;...MANY questions linger in your mind but Who can tell you the correct answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;NOBODY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;You can spend the rest of your life regretting and blaming yourself for what happened but you will never find peace with yourself that way. You can always say this Life was not meant for you...and you will never find harmony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;At this hour of remorse, nobody can find the right words to say...Fear to make another step will leave you in regret forever. If LOVE is what you're looking for and if LOVE is what you've found, never be afraid to LEAP - regardless of the people around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;But TO LEAP requires the correct MOMENT! LEAPING forward without LOOKING, without DIRECTION, lands you in Abyss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Some things cannot be Rushed...Some things take time to Nurture and Grow...just like a seedling requiring Tender Loving Care. Show your support, emphatise and be patient...even at the expense of yourself ....Try not to look back....Consider your 'reverse' mode irreparable...Ensure you also have support to keep you thriving...And when it has Matured...you know THE TIME IS RIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Embarrassment always comes together in situations like this. However, it is not time for you to surrender...People talk People assume People exaggerate and...People also FORGET! Just like you, they need time to see the bigger picture....soon they will forget and that's when we start Forgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Today may be the Worst day in Your Life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;But as each day passes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Today will seem petty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Be Strong. Be Patient. Be Wise. BE-LIEVE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;p/s: To All that have faced being Jilted &amp;amp; Grieving. You have not run out of time!&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/35422897-5766786896934344017?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/5766786896934344017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=5766786896934344017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/5766786896934344017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/5766786896934344017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-it-all-comes-crashing-down.html' title='When it ALL comes Crashing Down!!'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-6462669995118761956</id><published>2011-06-23T10:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T10:42:08.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Nora Saga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ri8t-coYh_Q/TgKn9VtCbmI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/MMbAq7GM5fA/s1600/ne.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ri8t-coYh_Q/TgKn9VtCbmI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/MMbAq7GM5fA/s1600/ne.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No more Nora Elena......THE END!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;If I hadn't watched the last episode before watching the entire series from the beginning, I think I would have cried buckets of water!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Nonetheless, everyone agreed that it was a very good series and I think if I ever need reminding of how to appreciate my Man more.....I don't have to read that book my Man bought for me, I need to just watch the middle bits of NE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sometimes we take people for granted but we should never deliberately take our loved ones for granted. They are the pillars of our strengths and success. They are there when we are in need - whether in health or in wealth. Without them, we are just rubbles on a construction site - waiting to be crushed some more, dumped somewhere or re-used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I have learned and this series has proved to me that - &lt;em&gt;No matter what, No matter where, It's also home if Love is there!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Just perservere for something/ someone that you LOVE.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Time will tell whether they've earned your LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;And soon....they will LOVE you in return!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-6462669995118761956?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/6462669995118761956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=6462669995118761956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/6462669995118761956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/6462669995118761956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2011/06/end-of-nora-saga.html' title='End of Nora Saga'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ri8t-coYh_Q/TgKn9VtCbmI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/MMbAq7GM5fA/s72-c/ne.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-9101926892613697722</id><published>2011-06-20T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T14:26:15.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nora Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Have you stayed at home one weekday and watched one of the housewives drama telecast on our local tv channels? Usually it comes on from 2.30pm to 6-7pm...and they run consecutively. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When I was a "temp-housewife", I was hooked to an Indonesian Sinetron called Intan. I even got round to getting my husband hooked to it because they have re-runs at 11pm at night too. Unlike the Sinetrons, our locally produced drama only has at the most 40episodes!! hehehhe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Of course now that I'm working, there's no chance of following these dramas religiously! ....until one day when I was home on leave, I happened to be sitting down at around 7pm doing nothing and tuned in to TV3....and watch Episode 1 of &lt;em&gt;Nora Elena - starring Siti Saleha &amp;amp; Aaron Aziz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I like her acting from &lt;em&gt;Ustaz Amirul&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; and his acting from the Singaporean production &lt;em&gt;Triple9&lt;/em&gt;. Nonetheless they make such a sweet couple even though in reality, there's a vast difference in age!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;This drama tells the story of a village girl who was raped when she was 15 by one of the kampung boys. She befriended a Malay-Chinese girl who had a brother (Seth) and when she moved away from the village, they all lost touch. Fate brought them back together and after 10 years of searching Seth found Nora (the love of his life). It wasn't as easy as that because it's also a story of unrequited love, the love triangle &amp;amp; jealousy exes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Thank god for TontonTV (&lt;a href="http://www.tonton.com.my/"&gt;http://www.tonton.com.my/&lt;/a&gt; ), I can view all episodes during my free time. Unfortunately, I am hooked to it and can't wait to finish the series. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Watching &lt;em&gt;Nora Elena&lt;/em&gt;, I wonder to myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Is there such a man who loves this woman like Seth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Seth's love for Nora is beyond this world without the "guilt factor" which comes with it. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Would any woman sacrifice her happiness for her family's dignity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Would I marry a man I didn't love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Do I treat my man like he ought to be treated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Does my man treat me like I ought to be treated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;How long can one maintain the passion in a marriage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Does or Can the passion fade away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Is it possible to be in "honeymoon mode" forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Hahahahhaha...&lt;em&gt;Call it my La-La Land when I watch NE&lt;/em&gt;....but it also brings tears to anyone who can relate to the story line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Perhaps my next task is to find the novel it's been adapted from entitled "&lt;em&gt;Kasih Yang Suci"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Till my next entry on NE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/35422897-9101926892613697722?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.tonton.com.my' title='The Nora Addiction'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/9101926892613697722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=9101926892613697722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/9101926892613697722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/9101926892613697722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2011/06/nora-addiction.html' title='The Nora Addiction'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-8827608966473881638</id><published>2011-04-06T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:17:24.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Shoe was More Important...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tired after a day's work I received a call....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"I brought the wrong shoe. Can you send the correct one to me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It sounded important and despite being tired, I rounded the kids and we all got in the car to send the shoe. I roughly knew where it was...but at night, dark &amp;amp; tired....when I got to the place, I just couldn't seem to find it. Nevertheless, we went round the block 3-4 times...in and out dark alleys...and when I reached out for my BB....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Damn...Low Battery...Can't call out/ Receive calls!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;That's the problem with BB. When you battery is a certain %, you can't call out or receive any calls. Not even SMS anyone!!! Pretty dangerous is you ask me. And this is not the first time that I HAD to make an IMPORTANT call and my BB died on me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;After about 1 hour of making our rounds, I decided to call it quits. The kids too were disappointed but I can't help it. The longer we wait, the more frustrated we'll get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When I got back - pretty exhausted...I was told that I received a call about the shoe not arriving after 1 hour of waiting. That's exactly what I thought would happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I told my son to return the call and I don't know what transpired in the conversation but I received a call within minutes on my handphone screaming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"Why you so stupid? If you dunno the place, why didn't bring your handphone..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Stupid?!! You're the stupid one!!"&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; and I hung up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I refused to be yelled at simply because I tried to do a good deed but ended up being called "stupid" without even hearing my explanation out first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Seriously....he's more worried about the shoe arriving on time that his family. After 1 hour not arriving with (or without) the shoe, naturally one would wonder whether anything could have happened (i.e. accident or mugged or punctured tyres) but the God-damned shoe was more important !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Too important that I got yelled at for making him wait 1 hour and the game was over by then. I bet it's only because he was embarrassed amongst his colleagues that showed his own stupidity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Seriously...now I can the Silent Treatment...for doing a good deed , getting lost with kids, making 3-4 rounds of the place, distressed because I can't call out......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Well I,too, can play that game!! We'll see who lasts longer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/35422897-8827608966473881638?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/8827608966473881638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=8827608966473881638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/8827608966473881638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/8827608966473881638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-shoe-was-more-important.html' title='When the Shoe was More Important...'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-6829056348709268929</id><published>2011-02-21T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T18:07:24.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review - The King's Speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-epeFQe1_F-8/TWI3Qpn4NhI/AAAAAAAAAQM/VF2rMMgKYYg/s1600/kings+speech.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-epeFQe1_F-8/TWI3Qpn4NhI/AAAAAAAAAQM/VF2rMMgKYYg/s1600/kings+speech.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Cast: Colin Firth, Helena Bonham Carter, Geoffrey Rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I didn't expect anything much from this movie - looking at its dull title, with an overwhelmingly good cast - I thought I'd give this movie a try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Surprisingly, it wasn't as dull as its title and not as boring as I was warned. I suppose you MUST watch it when you're fresh and ready to "eat" lots of words!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I sat there watching it with my son and we were both enthused by the movie and Colin's spectacular performance mimicking the stuttering King George.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It was a moving story that went beyond words since you don't realise that a King needs to give many speeches during his reign as King and one needs to be authoritative to show POWER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Colin certainly did that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Recommend: **** A film to watch and well deserved Oscar nomination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-6829056348709268929?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/6829056348709268929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=6829056348709268929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/6829056348709268929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/6829056348709268929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2011/02/movie-review-kings-speech.html' title='Movie Review - The King&apos;s Speech'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-epeFQe1_F-8/TWI3Qpn4NhI/AAAAAAAAAQM/VF2rMMgKYYg/s72-c/kings+speech.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-4241392268543345671</id><published>2011-02-21T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:28:38.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the Weekend gone??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Some weekends you plan to do many things, get soooo many things done and then Monday appears and you wonder &lt;em&gt;"Where has the Weekend gone?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;This weekend I did have many things planned - like waking up early and taking the kids for pancakes at McDonalds. Do some grocery shopping and make sure we hit some balls at the driving range....but ended up doing.....?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Woke up late (the whole household), planned to go for late pancakes but diverted to showrooms at Cheras. No pancakes for lunch but HK Kuey Teow instead. Went to sis-in-laws' - kids played with each other while adults sat down and chit-chat. Bid farewell to Lil Sis-in-law before her return to her new country. And got home, felt ill &amp;amp; took a nap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Next morning, got up and went grocery shopping, went for lunch + shopping w kids. Hubby ended up shopping and kids got themselves a book each. Myself personally, I didn't shop (again!!! no surprise) At night, sat down to watch a HBO movie with kids until their bedtime (in between entertaining Daughter with her new sticker storybook) Then put on "Burlesque" in my room....until half-way Hubby wanted to watch Arsenal match!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Now I'm wondering - where has my weekend gone? I certainly didn't feel anything I did was productive / therapeutic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;We'll see the next weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-4241392268543345671?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/4241392268543345671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=4241392268543345671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/4241392268543345671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/4241392268543345671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2011/02/where-has-weekend-gone.html' title='Where has the Weekend gone??'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-8635643816496745095</id><published>2011-02-21T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:10:35.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NEW CHAPTER - Ep 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;End of 2010: December&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's been 2 months since we returned from UK. Hello Malaysia!! And already you can sense the pressure that is expected of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dealing with Traffic:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It was horrifying on my first drive on Malaysian roads - yet AGAIN! Well....compared to the courteous, law-abidding drivers in UK - it is the complete opposite here. It was stressful from the moment you put your gear into D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Somewhat like the cartoons you watch on Cartoon Network...cars swerving left right and center...everyone's in a rush....and NOT signalling! Overtaking left and right....NOT signalling!! Beating the lights....motorcyclists included!! And pedestrians J-walking everywhere!!! Of course we have an abundance of motorcyclists around compared to UK....and they are the most hazardous of the lot! I probably have to double check (triple check) everytime I want to switch lanes...JUST IN CASE...some unknown motorcyclist decides to overtake me, or squeeze in between cars. Next comes owners in 'little cars' like our Peroduas (the Kancil, the MyVi, the Kelisa....u name it!!) Any God forsaken 'little car' on the road is a sign of DANGER!!! Just like the motorcyclists, they loving squeezing between us big cars....and drive onto any road they can go through. Leave a space and u find a 'little car'!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Not forgetting our pedestrians who think that they can cross any road as they please....You wonder if they intentionally want to get HIT! Don't they love their lives? Are they on a mission to TEST us drivers? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It used to be that moving cars are PEST!! But now the scene has moved on into the parking lots. Again the culprits are 'little cars' and motorcyclists!!! Drive into a secured parking lot and you think people park decently in the yellow boxes???? INSTEAD...it's like a wholesale market of car parking indiscriminately anywhere they can fit their can into a space. THANK GOD...for some common sense they try not to obstruct oncoming traffic!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Between beams of parking lots....(often not a designated parking space) at the curbside, ON the curbside......under ramps, along the ramps....u name it ...u find it!!! No matter how many CLAMPING ZONE signboards around, these drivers do not fear their vehicles being clamped for parking indiscriminately!!! Even signboards saying CLAMPING operational for 24 hours do not scare them....perhaps RM100 is not a high enough FINE?!!! Or they know the authorities do not REALLY operate for 24 hours...and they don't REALLY have enough clamps to go around!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Arrrggghhhh.....What's the use of all these LAWS when everyone breaks them and no one enforces them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Responsibilities:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The moment we got back....we got a whole load more responsibilities to carry on our shoulders. Now it's no longer JUST THE 4 of US!!! It is the WHOLE FAMILY (plus extended generations)!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The marketing for household back to me. The cleaning and washing and cooking...back to me. I'm not talking about our 3 bedroom house.....small enough for 1 person to look after....the rooms have tripled and the people to feed have tripled as well!! The mess has probably quadrapled (if not more)!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That's only 1/4 of the story &amp;amp; responsibilities!!! Let's not start about those outside the house proper. Relatives, parents, in-laws, siblings, grandparents, nieces, nephews, aunties, uncles.......Is that why the Europeans move out at 18-21? Once married they only worry about their own family? I once despised that attitude but sometimes there is some logic in that. However, as Asians, we have been raised into an integrated family ...and everything we do is AS A FAMILY!!! (inclusive of all extended family members) It's more FUN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Don't get me wrong! I LOVE MY FAMILY &amp;amp; all its EXTENSIONS! But please, lift some of our burden and spread "&lt;em&gt;the love"&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nonetheless, the responsibilities are in abundance and shared amongst us!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Could just be too much to handle at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End of February 2011:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;We've celebrated New Years' and have just welcomed the Year of the Rabbit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Work has started for everyone - including the children. Hubby has secured a job (of which - into his 2nd month, he's still unsure if he wants to stay but boasts about his boss and clients). I have started my pupillage - which has its ups &amp;amp; downs - depending on the workload that I get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Kids started school and enjoying the company of their friends. Son has developed and caught up with all his friends very fast. His schedule is ultra-busy every week and yet he leaves no time for rest over the weekend. I fear that he may not enjoy his childhood as he should. Daughter is picking up the Malay language fast. I'm sure she can soon form a sentence without an English word in it. She already understands Malay pretty well so we can't speak of her in Malay anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Back to the question - Are we happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The start was a bit rough for everyone but we've overcomed it and gotten used to our routine...and I dare say we're happy (the Asian Family-kinda-way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;By that I mean, non-stop parenting and dedication. We struggle when it comes to dealing with the unexpected but at the end of the day, we continue doing what we do best - Being a Family! Weekends are now strictly for us to spend time with the Kids! If it means taking them out for a meal, I'll do it....if it means just taking them out (even if it is to the Car Wash) i'll do it because I know they need time with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;So no matter what, I reserve my weekends with my Kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-8635643816496745095?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/8635643816496745095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=8635643816496745095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/8635643816496745095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/8635643816496745095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-chapter-ep-1.html' title='THE NEW CHAPTER - Ep 1'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-2370186468509935544</id><published>2011-02-21T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T13:55:59.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of THE NEW CHAPTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Obviously it's been ages since I wrote in this blog....which simply means that I have lots of stories to tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Going by the Blog title "Where stories Never End"......This New Chapter embarks upon a journey filled with joy, laughter, ambition, stress, worries....and much more! Life itself will have no meaning without all the jumbled-up emotions that we face, experience and overcome each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Taking baby steps out into the urban jungle... I brave myself to face the challenges that lie ahead! With many unexpected events, it will not only make me stronger, but definitely make me WISER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009-2010: My Disappearance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It was a very BIG decision to move to UK. The family, the kids, the husband - the sacrifice that each of us had to make. Leaving the loved ones behind, we embarked on an adventure to the other side of the world - The United Kingdom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Off we went to relocate at Bristol. We based ourselves about 10mins away from the university...and 30mins from the Florence of England - BATH. We settled in pretty quickly...scouted for nurseries around the area and found 2 ideal ones for each kid. Even though they were separated during the day, they still remained the closest of buddies at other times. Despite their rows and disputes, they still look for each other in times of need. That's how we raised them - the great sibling bonding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nonetheless, they settled in the fastest. IT was all a great adventure for them - new experience, culture, friends and routine. No doubt it was toughest for us parents and even tougher for their father. Mother feels blessed to have such an understanding person for a partner. (Aren't I fortunate?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We were very happy - just the 4 of us - without all the complications of extended families &amp;amp; intrusions into our personal lives. All we had to do was take care of ourselves ; our family (the 4 of us). Then there was a 5th person - the youngest grandma in the family - that joined us for 6 mths. How blessed Mother feels again that she has help at home....and especially to mind her kids. (Aren't I fortunate?) Upon reflection, I couldn't have done it without them!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So now it was the 5 of us ...and still things are no complicated. Life was SIMPLE!! No great expectations and overburdens ...and stressing about other people...All we had to do was take care of 5 of us!! WE WERE HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Indeed we had less quarrels and more comprising....the communication was better....the kids even had time to see Father and PLAY with him. There was plenty of laughter at home...Life was SIMPLE! No doubt we felt like newlyweds AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Every moment spent in UK will always be cherished forever. Indeed....we also owe it to our favourite person - Nanny. Nanny made us feel at home abroad. Nanny made us feel welcomed...fed us with all the English food she could cook. Sonny's fav was her Roast Lamb! Nanny's visits to us - though a few - put smiles across the kids' face!!! They entertained her to their heart's content; and Nanny never failed to disappoint them!! Nanny exposed them to British culture...their 1st Xmas, their 1st snowfall, their 1st Roast!!! We love Nanny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Of course there were times when we struggled...it wasn't just Mother or Father...everyone faced their dull moments. But we overcomed it with Love and Support from each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It was sad to leave our Britannia Crescent (No.13) = where the kids cycled around the neighbourhood, where we had snowball fights &amp;amp; rode on sledges, where we mowed the garden together, where we shovelled the snow together, where we cooked, bathed, ate and froze together......Goodbye Bristol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello Malaysia! And how has it been? What has changed? Are we happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-2370186468509935544?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/2370186468509935544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=2370186468509935544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/2370186468509935544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/2370186468509935544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2011/02/beginning-of-new-chapter.html' title='The Beginning of THE NEW CHAPTER'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-4917847618599779251</id><published>2008-11-10T14:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:05:25.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy Diaries #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PHOTOS THAT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/SRfbFMucVFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wjHwQAdIwtc/s320/IMG+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/SRfbElJYubI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AFe5kQ9E0b0/s1600-h/IMG+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266919160970525106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/SRfbElJYubI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AFe5kQ9E0b0/s320/IMG+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-4917847618599779251?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/4917847618599779251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=4917847618599779251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/4917847618599779251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/4917847618599779251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2008/11/mummy-diaries-6.html' title='Mummy Diaries #6'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/SRfb76uVp5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/dnF4gzf6cVY/s72-c/IMG+213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-7327356152363617030</id><published>2008-10-27T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:11:52.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy Diaries #5</title><content type='html'>Aemir is now 3 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Ameera is now 6mths old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both adore each other - the brother being very protective of the little sister and the little sister learning new things from the big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is fair and well in our household except that we're saying good-bye to the old helper and welcoming a new one into the house. This means there will be a lot of adjusting especially with the kids getting used a new face around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, motherhood is really taking a toll on my health. I forget to eat (which is quite good because I've lost 10lbs since September) and I lack sleep....although I try taking short naps in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad there's another pair of hands to help around the house so that I can concentrate on my EU Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I shall drop a line soon - since I have my own laptop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun......Happy Hari Raya &amp;amp; Happy Deepavali to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-7327356152363617030?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/7327356152363617030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=7327356152363617030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/7327356152363617030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/7327356152363617030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2008/10/mummy-diaries-5.html' title='Mummy Diaries #5'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-4557108993189454953</id><published>2008-08-15T11:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:17:56.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy Diaries #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Abang Aemir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;"Abang Aemir" ...he's gotten used to being called &lt;em&gt;Abang&lt;/em&gt; now since his teacher calls him the same. I guess it's the sign of being all grown-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Aemir's now potty training and the first week was TOUGH. At school, at home - all we did was clean up after him UNTIL I got really MAD and threatened to send him to the police station if he pees in his pants again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I was very sure that he knows when he needs the loo but just can't be bothered to run and pee in his potty. So like a dog he pees anywhere and everywhere. What a pain! Then I made a deal with him that if he doesn't pee in his pants again, I'll get him whatever he wants at ToysRUs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Finally he had enough scolding and he got better and better. Even the teacher praised him because he knows how to pulls down and put on his pants as well. Now during the day he only wears BRIEFS! (That saves me a lot of money on pampers!! That was the whole idea - with all the inflation &amp;amp; stuff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Sometimes when we go out he promised that he'll be a "good boy" and puts on his briefs instead of his pampers. And he did it! We went to the supermarket with him wearing only his briefs and he only peed when we got home (in the toilet)!! I hope he didn't hold it that entire time.....i fear he'll get kidney stones or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Besides that Aemir has learned how to surf the internet. Even though he doesn't know how to read yet but pictures on the Yahoo! websites that he recognises he'll click on them. I now have to watch what he clicks on. Oh!! He knows how to switch on the computer on his own as well and turn off. Close page, open page, minimise and maximise page. He learns all that through observing us use the computer. AND HE'S NOT EVEN 3 YEARS OLD YET!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Last Saturday 9 August, Aemir had Sports Day at school in conjunction with the Olympics 2008. Of course every child received a medal and they only had 1 event for every class. But overall, he did very well!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;This Saturday 16 August, Aemir has Holiday Camp. They'll visit Putrajaya and then pitch up tents at school, start a camp fire and sleep overnight. He seems excited about it but I dunno if he'll be able to sleep in school with his friends without us. It'll be the first time he's away from parents, grandparents and caregiver alike!! It should be fun to see......my lil boy being Independent!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway....all's good in Motherland but I sure hate cooking EVERYDAY for the family. I'm such a bad cook because nobody eats! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-4557108993189454953?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/4557108993189454953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=4557108993189454953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/4557108993189454953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/4557108993189454953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2008/08/mummy-diaries-4.html' title='Mummy Diaries #4'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-2543097122727899512</id><published>2008-07-29T10:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:01:09.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy Diaries #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Our Little Ameera Qistina&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ameera turned 3mths old on 1st August and already her clothes are getting smaller. We think it's because she drinks a lot of milk. Her head is already very sturdy but of course she's not steady enough to sit on her bum. She loves it when you make her stand and get to stretch her legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She hates it when Big Brother comes along to smother her with lots of wet kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She loves being carried (which baby doesn't?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She found her hand and has been constantly playing and sucking it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She just noticed her feet and keeps staring at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She hates it when you feed her late. She's HUNGRY!! (who wouldn't be cranky!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She recognises people and when she's hungry...only Mummy can carry her!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She's very smiley especially in the mornings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She hates her triangular teether because she can never hang on to it for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She might be teething because she's drooling A LOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She loves being "supergirl" and thrown in the air!! (pretty brave for a lil girl!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She just had her first hair cut at the saloon last week. Wasn't too difficult because she was sleeping on my shoulder. (Sshhh....I think it's a crooked haircut)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She mimics you when you eat infront of her - as though she's hungry for your food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She stares at new faces and studies them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She loves her bunny and butterflies and bees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;But we think she doesn't get enough sleep. Her nap times are short and many. NOt long at 1 stretch. She'd rather explore the world and sleep at night (like orang tua pulak!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-2543097122727899512?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/2543097122727899512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=2543097122727899512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/2543097122727899512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/2543097122727899512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2008/07/mummy-diaries-3.html' title='Mummy Diaries #3'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-2249887554279549400</id><published>2008-07-22T00:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T10:29:03.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy Diaries #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Our Latest Arrival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;With the arrival of our second - &lt;strong&gt;Ameera Qistina&lt;/strong&gt; - on 1 May 2008, life as a mother seems different compared to having just ONE child around. Now there's Aemir who's almost 3 years old and Ameera who's almost 3 months. A parent's attention has to be divided between these two. Any parent would say that they pay equal attention to all their kids and you know they would be lying because somehow, you'd be more than likely to pay more attention to one more than the other. Sometimes it's because they know how to attract your attention and not feel neglected. Sometimes it's just because they are less trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;In our case.....since Ameera is still small and doesn't know how to ask for things, naturally my attention is more towards her than big brother Aemir - who's become more &amp;amp; more talkative! So I think now Aemir feels somewhat left out and his behaviour shows that he lacks the attention that he used to receive from EVERYONE (extended family &amp;amp; friends included)!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aemir's becoming a handful and it takes a lot of patience to "deal" with him nowadays. He's also getting smarter and you can't use your old tricks on him anymore. Also he's learned how to provide you with solutions and ideas so there's no way of "tricking" him. As a result, he gets more scolding from us for his bad behaviours and tantrums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It must be wrong to scold your child but how else can I make him listen to me and discipline him. But I am thankful that Aemir understands when you explain to him from A to Z the reason why we scold him. He knows that he was in the wrong and somehow he'll feel really bad and manages to say "Sorry".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm also thankful that this sibling rivalry is not too EXTREME. I'm sure you've heard cases where the elder sibling will pinch and hit the younger one when no one is watching. With Aemir, he never does that. Instead he keeps kissing his lil sis and asking permission whether he can carry her. Despite all that you know he can get a little jealous too; especially when Ameera gets more attention than him in the crowd - he was watch and gaze at everyone's reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;With Aemir it is "Jealous Tapi Sayang"!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I hate myself for saying that I don't mind bein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-2249887554279549400?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/2249887554279549400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=2249887554279549400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/2249887554279549400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/2249887554279549400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2008/07/mummy-diaries-2.html' title='Mummy Diaries #2'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-2976252358729520053</id><published>2008-07-15T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T10:19:09.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy Diaries #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Welcome to &lt;strong&gt;Mummy Diaries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This is the first time after a loooonnnggg time that I'm able to sit comfortably and blog. Ever since my first trimester I've been unable to blog as much as I'd like to because if I wasn't vomitting, I was tired. If I wasn't tired, I was spending time with Aemir. If I'm not spending time with Aemir, I'm sleeping. Yes!! That was basically my routine throughout my first trimester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Then the 2nd trimester came.....feeling much better and tummy is more noticeable. Face got more round, so did the whole body!!Arrrggghhhh...I was gaining more energy compared to my 1st trimester and was going out &amp;amp; about running errands. It was like that until the 3rd trimester. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was heavier but I had more energy than anyone could imagine (ONLY DURING THE DAY) At night, don't even try to wake me up. I'm fast asleep and dead tired! Imagine running around with twice your original weight. My feet would get so tired - then it's just another excuse for me to go for a pedicure. Aaahhhhh!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Up until LABOUR DAY I was running around and DRIVING!! No! I Didn't have the luxury of hubby driving me everywhere because I was back in JB in preparation for the delivery. Aptly, my little girl, &lt;strong&gt;Ameera Qistina&lt;/strong&gt;, was born on 1st May (Labour Day) weighing in approx. 3.175kg at 10:22pm. It was a "funny" birth experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;At 1am 1st May, I discovered that I had a &lt;em&gt;show. &lt;/em&gt;I pre-warned Aim(hubby) that the baby is due soon. 11am 1st May, I had another show and informed every uncle &amp;amp; aunties that I know because my parents were in USA at that time. Soon sms-es were coming in from US and Singapore telling me to go to the hospital. I was as cool as a cat because I thought that I'd wait for my &lt;em&gt;water&lt;/em&gt; to break. I was too relaxed thinking that it'll be late in the evening before there's any sign of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Finally, I check-into the hospital and the nurse found that I was 3-5cm dilated. This means that I had to be admitted immediately. Haha...this was about 4pm. At 6pm, Aim wanted to go back and freshen up and return with Aemir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As soon as he left, the stronger contractions began. Initially I could tolerate the pain but after 30mins, it was intolerable and I called Aim to get him to return immediately because I needed someone to rub my back HARD! Pain was intensed and it comes and goes!!!Luckily, Aim brought my Aunt who performed &lt;em&gt;rei-ki&lt;/em&gt; on my back to ease the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Finally about 8pm, I told Aim to send Aemir &amp;amp; my Aunt back and return immediately thereafter because the baby is coming. I was sent to the labour room for the injection and the ethanox. It was PAINFUL &amp;amp; almost unbearable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was waiting for my &lt;em&gt;water &lt;/em&gt;to break but it didn't and the midwife kept checking how much I've dilated. Up till about 7cm, I was pushing and pushing. Apparently I don't know how to push and that's delaying the entire birthing process. The midwife was relaxing until suddenly when she checked the baby's head was crowning. She called the doctor but doctor was breastfeeding her kid. I remember that I couldn't help pushing. There's was this constant urge to PUSH AND PUSH! All I wanted to do was push but the midwife told me to relax and breathe and pant while waiting for the doctor to come. If I pushed I would have torn my vagina...I panicked a bit because I knew I couldn't control my pushing any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Finally when the doctor arrived, I was very relieved and before you knew it, within 5 mins of the doctor's arrival, out popped my little princess! She was crying and crying and crying (in anger). Thank God it wasn't too long unlike Aemir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Phew!! What a relief.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now handling 2 kids.....how does it feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-2976252358729520053?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/2976252358729520053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=2976252358729520053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/2976252358729520053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/2976252358729520053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2008/07/mummy-diaries-1.html' title='Mummy Diaries #1'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-8735730193272189813</id><published>2008-07-15T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T23:18:19.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expanding Our Horizons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To Fans of &lt;em&gt;Where Stories Never End:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Instead of creating another blog I've decided to post a new column called &lt;em&gt;Mummy Diaries &lt;/em&gt;which will focus entirely on bringing up children - in particular my TWO adorable kids - Aemir &amp;amp; Ameera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Children are the apple of their parents' eyes and you can definitely say bringing up a kid is not an easy task; especially that I have 2 of my very own. How do we cope? How best to discipline your children? Which type of care is preferred? I'm sure all mothers can relate to what I face each day with my kids. Looking forward to sharing stories and hearing comments from mothers, mothers-to-be and mothers-wannabe alike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XOXOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-8735730193272189813?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/8735730193272189813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=8735730193272189813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/8735730193272189813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/8735730193272189813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2008/07/expanding-our-horizons.html' title='Expanding Our Horizons'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-1206965129496833672</id><published>2008-07-10T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:49:40.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS FLASH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;NEWS FLASH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coming Soon to you directly from the Land of Smiles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Where Stories Never End" will be Updated Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Stay Tuned for the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;                    1. Our New Arrival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;                    2. Being Mother of TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;                    3. Jealousy &amp;amp; Sibling Rivalry: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;                        How Soon can You Detect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;                    4. Back to Business as Usual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;XOXOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-1206965129496833672?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/1206965129496833672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=1206965129496833672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/1206965129496833672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/1206965129496833672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2008/07/news-flash.html' title='NEWS FLASH'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-1444715781571155021</id><published>2008-04-07T10:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T11:01:38.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renovations, Deliveries &amp; Anxieties</title><content type='html'>Indeed, my due date is coming soon and suddenly so many things are happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renovations:&lt;br /&gt;We're in the midst of renovating the apartment below and there's definitely plenty of knocking, drilling and NOISE during the day!! It's pointless to even switch on the TV because you can hardly hear anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm amazed that as soon as Aemir returns from school (ard 12noon), he plays a bit and then he's off to sleep - even with the drilling and knocking going on!!! I guess when you're tired, you don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you ask Aemir who's house it is on the 6th floor. His answer would be: &lt;em&gt;"Rumah rosak"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw the state of the apartment and I think he got a shock of his life when he saw bags of bricks lying around, a hole in the wall, no tiles etc..... And of course saw the bathtub in the middle of the room and said "&lt;em&gt;Mama...Bathtub. Dirty Eeeiiiii...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...he's picked up so many words since he started school. Teacher says he learns very fast and he's very smart. But there's also a naughty side of him who loves to &lt;em&gt;kacau&lt;/em&gt; his friends when class is going on. He'll be talking away with his friends while teacher is telling a story or he'll play on his own and divert the class's attention to him! Mind you....he's been punished a few times already....Had to be sent to the &lt;em&gt;Thinking Chair&lt;/em&gt; and I guess they have to think about what wrong they've done to deserve such punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....it is a healthy way of reasoning with the child...instead of the corporal punishment way we're used to during our time at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the renovations going smoothly, soon I'd have to pack to leave for JB in preparation for my delivery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delivery &amp;amp; Anxieties:&lt;br /&gt;It's the time of the trimester when I get really anxious to meet my lil bun. I think Aemir's feeling it as well because some mornings he just totally refused to attend school! It takes us at least 30mins to reason with him, get him to bathe before school and send him off. At the school gates, he'll take his time SLLLOOOWWWLLLY taking off his shoes and with a sad face he says goodbye and walks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times Aemir's accepting that he'll have an &lt;em&gt;adik&lt;/em&gt; soon but at times he just refuses to acknowledge. Yesterday, when papa told him to kiss and wish &lt;em&gt;adik&lt;/em&gt; goodnight, he came up to me and kissed my tummy and said "&lt;em&gt;goodnight Adik"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when you say adik will have to sleep in the cot while he gets a bigger bed, he sulks and cries NO!! I hope he'll be able to share with his &lt;em&gt;adik&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's Aemir's last week of school before we leave for JB and then he'll be home-schoolled with my aunt (Nenek Ru). I just hate the idea of packing so much stuff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get on with it....so wish me a safe delivery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-1444715781571155021?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/1444715781571155021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=1444715781571155021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/1444715781571155021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/1444715781571155021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2008/04/renovations-deliveries-anxieties.html' title='Renovations, Deliveries &amp; Anxieties'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-24815039594264883</id><published>2008-02-01T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:05:35.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day @ Kinddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1 Feb 2008 : Aemir's First Day at Kindergarten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              We decided that it was about time Aemir gets some outside ("proper") education especially before the 2nd one comes along. So we enrolled him into a nearby kindergarten that is fully Montessori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Getting up by 7.30am (latest) is tough for him since he usually sleeps until 8am or 9am! This morning, when I woke him up and mentioned school, he was ready and bursting to go. Forget the milk, forget the bath, forget brushing his teeth and forget breakfast - he wants to go to school now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                He's been looking forward to school ever since his 'observation day' and I don't blame him. He's at a stage where he loves mingling with kids around his age. You should see him and all his cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                So I had to force the breakfast and the bath before taking him to school - which is 5mins away. As soon as he arrived, you can see the gleeful delight on his face. Forget Mummy, Forget Kakak (the maid had to come along) ...."Aemir's at school and I shall do whatever I want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The teacher gave him some Play-Doh to mess with but that didn't interest him until it was time for outside play. They were gathered in a circle while the teacher distributed their sunscreen around. Then they'd line-up [make a choo-choo train] while another teacher puts on their hats and off they went. Put on the shoes outside and to the playground it is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Aemir attacked the slide first, then he headed for the sandpit and then he spotted several other kids watering the plants and so he joined in. It was sheer joy to be playing with water! This is because he's not allowed to do so at home except during bathtime. That's only because we dont have a garden for him to water any plants. Our balcony is plant-free...too small to fit any garden or potted plants since it's usually taken up by the laundry line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            After play, it was time for their snack. First, they must wash their hands and thereafter a plate and cup will be distributed to each kid. With their plates and cups, they find a place to sit down while waiting for the biscuits and juices to be served. You can always tell the obedient ones from the fresh ones!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           For the first time, I see Aemir obedient sit down at the table to finish his biscuit and drink before he comes out proudly to see me. And then, they had to sit in a circle for a Chinese New Year talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Aemir had to be told several times to sit on the RED LINE because he loves sitting in the middle of the circle instead. It was the hardest chore for him since he had to sit down for at least 15mins before the teacher announced it was playtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             When playtime came, he grabbed a puzzle and sat down before he got distracted with the colouring session going on the next table. It was not long before the teacher gathered all the children again for an art-time demonstration. They each had to paste Chinese New Year pictures in a booklet. I saw Aemir eagerly waited for his turn but unfortunately they didn't have enough booklets to go around and he's stuck with sticking coloured tissue balls. The teacher informed me but I didn't mind since it wasn't an important celebration for him. But he insisted and tried to get to do whatever the rest of the children were doing. Rest assured, he did end up pasting some cut flowers and butterflies on a piece of paper and very proud of it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             I suppose not having the same thing like his other friends taught him his FIRST LESSON: It's ok to be different!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Before you know it, it was time for LUNCH!!!! Wash hands first then sit down with hands on your lap while the food is being served. Obediently he sat down and as soon as the noodles got on his plate, he was so eager to eat and had a bite before the teacher caught him. They usually have a small singing session (something like saying a prayer - 'doa makan') before they eat. Aemir just went &lt;em&gt;Bismillah&lt;/em&gt; and gobbled his food!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Eating is always a task for Aemir but this time he did most of the feeding himself and I'm very proud of him! Then the kids waited for Jared's birthday cake to be served! (yes!! lucky for him it was another kid's birthday) All of them ate the chocolate cake before they were asked to wash their hands and face and brush their teeth after their lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Next just before going home, they had some time for Phonics Zoo. Aemir was very interested for the first 5 letters and then it became boring. By then  I know he was ready to go home as he was very very tired and sleepy already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            They completed the Phonics Zoo and Jared's Goodie-bags were given out....and off they went. School dismissed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           In the car, Aemir hurriedly opened the goodie-bag, had a sip of the Nutrigen before we reached home. At home, it was diaper change time and he was so sleepy that within the next 20mins he's fast asleep on his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I bet he can't wait to tell Papa about school and can't wait till Monday comes for his 2nd Day at school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-24815039594264883?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/24815039594264883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=24815039594264883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/24815039594264883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/24815039594264883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-day-kinddy.html' title='First Day @ Kinddy'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-8607328557196262000</id><published>2008-01-11T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T22:52:59.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embracing 2 0 0 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;        H a p p y   N e w  Y e a r!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Only 11 days into 2008 and already there is a public holiday [ Awal Muharam ]. So to all Muslims out there - Selamat Maal Hijrah 1429!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a recap of the few days before ushering in 2008 - Yes....Thank you to all your Kind Wishes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Dec: Our 3rd Anniversary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How time flies .... and we've been married for THREE Years already! Seems like just last year (and...sometimes it feels like we've been married for DECADES!) Since we share this special day with my parent's 30th Anniversary, we thought we'd make it a "FANCY" affair but unfortunately work calls for my darling father and we couldn't be together on this special day! [ We were in KL and they were in Malacca!!!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But to make it a memorable affair for the two of us, my darling hubby sent me the most touching card that I've ever received from him. And without his knowledge, I shed a tear or two when I read the card!!! hehehehheeh.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And to make it even more special, he took me out for dinner at Prime @ Le Meridien. It is this classy restaurant at the hotel and it is known for good steaks from Argentina, Australia and even their Kobe Beef from Korea. I was warned that it would be a hefty meal and so I saved some room for my tummy. When my lamb chops came.....yummmm.....it was lovely! Too bad we couldn't top it up with a glass of bubbly (or something similar) - just to festi-fy the evening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Certainly I had a shock when the bill came. I must say, be prepared to pay a hefty sum for that hefty meal 'cause it was certainly THE MOST EXPENSIVE lamb chops and salad I've ever had!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you Darling...Love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 Dec: I turned 29!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hmmmm...not long before I hit the 3-0. But in the meantime, I shall enjoy the last year of my twenties! On that note, I don't feel any bit older than I was last year. I guess after I hit 25 I stopped counting how old I am and stop worrying about ageing and concentrating on living a youthful life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a small affair with the family (the 3 of us). Hmmmm....we didn't exactly go out for dinner  - nor did I have a birthday cake on that day - only because we celebrated my birthday a few days earlier with my nieces and nephews! But I didn't mind as to me, it was just another birthday! Again , the card my darling hubby sent me made me CRY! He either picked the Perfect Card that Touched my Heart or the Pregnancy hormones are running WILD! Nonetheless, it was certainly a card to be treasured!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then he started pestering me on what I wanted for my birthday. Honestly , it used to be an easy question for me to answer - since I usually plan ahead and scout around for what I'd like to receive as my birthday present. But this time around, I honestly didn't have a clue what I wanted! I guess this put dear hubby on the spot - not knowing what to get for me on my birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He came up with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; a new pair of glasses [ 1 for each day of the week]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kenwood Chef Mixing Bowl ( so I can bake him some cream puffs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;RM600 worth of anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SK-II products (I hope he doesn't think I'm getting uglier!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And I didn't think I need any of those except a new pair of glasses (NOT 7 pairs!). In the end, we came across a lovely ruby red leather box which came with the SK-II Facial set and he got me that on the spot! Yippeee.....And he promised me the glasses (which I still haven't gotten till today - my fault really!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's why I Love My Husband!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 Dec: No Maid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My caregiver (maid) decided to return to her hometown for Hari Raya Haji. So I'm left with taking care of my boisterous son Aemir for approximately 2weeks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Initially, I was worried since I really don't have much energy to chase him around in the 5th month of my pregnancy. But with a lot of organisation and help from my hubby and the cook, I manage to do what most mothers-without-help does. And I certainly enjoyed it...though it would have been more enjoyable if I wasn't carrying the extra "baggage"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Although enjoyable, I do hate mealtimes. Aemir has a bad habit of running around during meal times and it's very difficult for him to sit down unless his fav programme is on TV or there's no distraction around him! The maid usually chases him around and I can't be bothered to do that. Therefore out came the "disciplinarian" in me.....screaming and shouting and begging for him to sit and finish his meal! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then 2 weeks turned into 3 weeks...thank God by then my mum arrived with some help!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 Dec: Hari Raya Haji&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nothing much....we went to my sister-in-law's and stayed there the whole day to EAT EAT &amp;amp; EAT somemore!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 Dec: Xmas Eve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We went to Singapore to fetch my uncles at Changi - who've just returned from performing the Hajj and later that evening my brother who's back for a 2-week break from Melbourne. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We also went down to Orchard Road to do some Christmas shopping....and show Aemir the Chirstmas decorations. It was lovely and thought of returning at night to see the lights lit up. In the end we bought another stroller - this time it's the Peg Prego Pliko P3 in RED! It was cheaper than in KL and a good bargain indeed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Afterwards we headed to Beach Road to buy Sup Tulang and Mee Mamak Goreng.....for dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And by the time we were heading for Orchard Road to see the Christmas ligths at night, Aemir was already fast asleep in the car and we detoured and headed back to JB instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25 Dec: Xmas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In honour of my darling cousin, Ana, we decided to have Christmas BBQ. My aunt prepared so much and we ate out hearts out. And the whole day was spent eating and eating except that my sister missed it all as she's not back from UK yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31 Dec: New Year's Eve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For once, my family is COMPLETE! Each of my siblings are back and I thought we could plan a Family New YEar's Eve Party...but to my surprise, my brothers and sister already have plans, and so does my parents. So it just the 3 of us again ..... hubby thought we could take a drive out to the highway to see the fireworks at The Curve. I was all game for it provided Aemir's still awake!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;At the stroke of midnight - you find us 3 sleeping on the bed only to be awoken by the smell of Aemir's wet pampers around 1am. And both hubby and I decided to watch "I am Legend" on DVD while waiting for everyone to come back! Hahahhahahah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What a wonderful way to celebrate 2008 !!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-8607328557196262000?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/8607328557196262000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=8607328557196262000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/8607328557196262000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/8607328557196262000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2008/01/embracing-2-0-0-8.html' title='Embracing 2 0 0 8'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-4996009528457156145</id><published>2007-11-29T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T11:57:23.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Second Bump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                          My bump is showing and we can no longer keep it a secret! This time it was no accident since we certainly planned for it. There was this yearn to become a mother to a second one and all I needed was a GREENLIGHT from my donor husband! &lt;em&gt;Viola.....didn't take us long!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;/em&gt;Alhamdulillah....the 1st trimester is over and I'm able to eat, drink, move, travel &amp;amp; do other things than sit infront of a toilet bowl, dustbin or any container that can hold the contents of my stomach! I can say it was the worst 2-3 months of my life. On the bright side, I lost so much weight so fast and even got below 70kg! I was happy about that. Of course it didn't last long and now I'm back to 70kg &amp;amp; above!! [sob sob sob]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We're now 4 months and my gynae says it looks like a GIRL but we can never be too sure! But of course we're praying hard for a GIRL - although if it's another Boy, we're still fine with it! At least Aemir has a sibling to play with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-4996009528457156145?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/4996009528457156145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=4996009528457156145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/4996009528457156145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/4996009528457156145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2007/11/our-second-bump.html' title='Our Second Bump'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-2628912615863718351</id><published>2007-11-22T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:02:22.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5 September 2007: Aemir's 2nd Birthday Party @ A&amp;amp;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135551022058225954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/R0UkcfuswSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j75fGU9x8SU/s320/Aemir_09(r).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f45358f4fd604925" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df45358f4fd604925%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330011349%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5DA55364197A4421ADAACF3A8D580894EBD53E4F.68D98D874301D58F6ED361FE2792E1D54593A0F6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df45358f4fd604925%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcscASS8bFpd6ogoepXBoKoQuYS0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df45358f4fd604925%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330011349%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5DA55364197A4421ADAACF3A8D580894EBD53E4F.68D98D874301D58F6ED361FE2792E1D54593A0F6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df45358f4fd604925%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcscASS8bFpd6ogoepXBoKoQuYS0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/R0UkcvuswTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_mv-hys7Sx0/s1600-h/Aemir_12(r).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135551026353193266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/R0UkcvuswTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_mv-hys7Sx0/s320/Aemir_12(r).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; October 2007: Our Family Hari Raya Photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/R0UkDvuswNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BYxcLdG6A08/s1600-h/Raya07_26(r).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135550596856463570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/R0UkDvuswNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BYxcLdG6A08/s320/Raya07_26(r).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/R0UkD_uswOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/KiYplF3NxXo/s1600-h/Raya07_28(r).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135550601151430882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/R0UkD_uswOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/KiYplF3NxXo/s320/Raya07_28(r).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/R0UkEPuswPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TWFxT-zEmhs/s1600-h/Raya07_29(r).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135550605446398194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/R0UkEPuswPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TWFxT-zEmhs/s320/Raya07_29(r).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/R0UkEPuswQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/83Ghk45tpd0/s1600-h/Raya07_35(r).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135550605446398210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/R0UkEPuswQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/83Ghk45tpd0/s320/Raya07_35(r).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/R0UkEfuswRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gmEMNXGXvVg/s1600-h/Raya07_68(r).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135550609741365522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/R0UkEfuswRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gmEMNXGXvVg/s320/Raya07_68(r).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I apologise for the delay. Hope you enjoy the pics as much as I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unfortunately we couldn't take many photos as Aemir keeps hogging the camera. We definitely need to get him one "almost" real one to prevent our &lt;em&gt;Ixus&lt;/em&gt; from getting spoiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To all Friends and Families all over the World :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Very Belated Eid Mubarak!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-2628912615863718351?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f45358f4fd604925&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/2628912615863718351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=2628912615863718351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/2628912615863718351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/2628912615863718351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2007/11/5-september-2007-aemirs-2nd-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/R0UkcfuswSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j75fGU9x8SU/s72-c/Aemir_09(r).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-8085613037061810473</id><published>2007-09-07T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T17:56:07.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Live Music</title><content type='html'>Fridays are unbelievable here at the office....Somehow many things can happen on fridays and I do look forward to Fridays - not only because the weekend is here, but because the Live Band I can hear for Free whic performs at Westin's Poolside every Friday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 5pm you can hear the band setting up their instruments and doing a sound-check for the evening's event! It's incredibly loud and you can definitely hear it clearly from my office room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to saw that it can be quite annoying when you're trying to wrap-up the week's work - only to be bothered by the sound of 'loud' music coming from Westin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when times are slow at the office and the only thing you keep your eye on is the clock on the computer....then hearing the sound of the band practising and making sound-checks can be quite comforting and relaxing at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...to all those reading this blog...Hope you have a great weekend and I shall return with more stories from the party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-8085613037061810473?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/8085613037061810473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=8085613037061810473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/8085613037061810473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/8085613037061810473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2007/09/friday-live-music.html' title='Friday Live Music'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-1769206488106003616</id><published>2007-09-04T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:02:23.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T W O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RtzQGSKXbZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oE3AspBjw1Q/s1600-h/2ND+bIRTHDAY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106184883904408978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RtzQGSKXbZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oE3AspBjw1Q/s320/2ND+bIRTHDAY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RtzQGiKXbaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QrR0NJ1LRIo/s1600-h/aemir20mths.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106184888199376290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RtzQGiKXbaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QrR0NJ1LRIo/s320/aemir20mths.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sure "The Terrible Twos" sound familiar to most families and indeed it is the most challenging part of bringing up a toddler into this world. It is when they insist they are ALWAYS Correct and they are extremely adventurous (I guess for some!!) and willing to try every little thing they see you do!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somehow it's no longer the "Terrible Twos" but the "Terrible One-and-a-halves"!!! yup yup...they are indeed getting smarter and smarter..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At this age, Aemir finds a camera fascinating....not only does he love posing for the camera, but he loves taking shots of himself with the camera! Hmmm...in the end it's the flash that gets in his eyes. But to no avail he's persistent and keeps on trying!!! Is that a sign of a vain-pot?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then comes the switching on and off the switches! Even the safety gadgets are useless since he can take them off, try and find an electrical appliance or a handphone charger and "probe" the switch. It's highly dangerous and it's very difficult since we always have to keep a close eye on him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And even if he knows he cannot do something, he shall attempt to do it....err...it has a sequence:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Go near the object of his fascination&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Get your attention by calling "Mama" or "Papa"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Grin his cheeky grin while hand reaching out for the object&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. When you spot him, he retrieves his hand off the object&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. And when you're not looking again, he giggles and try his luck AGAIN!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just imagine....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's only one of his long list of mischievous activities......I lost count!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But no matter how much he's testing our patience, at the end of the day, we still love him no matter how naughty he can be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do tell you stories and worries...Would love to hear from your experience of bringing up a Toddler!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday , Dear Aemir!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We love you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mama &amp;amp; Papa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-1769206488106003616?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/1769206488106003616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=1769206488106003616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/1769206488106003616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/1769206488106003616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2007/09/two.html' title='T W O'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RtzQGSKXbZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oE3AspBjw1Q/s72-c/2ND+bIRTHDAY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-5546889202255299815</id><published>2007-09-04T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:02:23.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 50TH BIRTHDAY MALAYSIA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/Rt0uhyKXbiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3OhTOhpY6Is/s1600-h/tunku"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106288710443822626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/Rt0uhyKXbiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3OhTOhpY6Is/s400/tunku" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Indeed it was 50 years ago when we first heard the words "MERDEKA! MERDEKA! MERDEKA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Even though I wasn't around then, I can imagine how sentimental everyone felt at that time achieving and experiencing Independence for the first-time!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In celebration of Malaysia's 50th Independence Day, organisers went full force to re-enact the account of that day 50 years ago at Dataran Merdeka. From what we observed on TV, the crowd was spectacular and everyone was anxiously waiting for the stroke of midnight (precisely 12.01am) the Union Jack was lowered and the Malaysian flag was hoisted by UMNO Youth Leader followed by the PM's shout of "MERDEKA!!" (7 times).....hehehhe....he's only human because I saw him keep count with his other hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I must congratulate the organisers and the Ministry of Culture and Heritage headed by YAB Dato Seri Rais Yatim - with his powerful and patriotic opening speech!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106283200000781826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/Rt0phCKXbgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oUFSpDU_e70/s400/50th" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So what did we do on the eve of Merdeka? We were invited to the American Express Merdeka Event at Putrajaya International Convention Center (PICC). Honestly we were excited to attend the event since it's been a while since I last got glamourously dressed......(ok it's a girly thing!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When we arrived at PICC, we had to walk a bit to get to this balcony where we saw everyone helping themselves to food at the buffet table......BUT unfortunately, these organisers were so &lt;em&gt;kelam-kabut&lt;/em&gt; that there were not enough seats for everyone!! Also taking into consideration the typical Malaysian attitude where &lt;em&gt;"Heck! I got this seat first and I shall remain seated until the event is over!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup!!&lt;/em&gt; With such a Malaysian attitude displayed by most of these American Express Card holders, I was ashamed to be associated with them....Nobody got off their A$$ and offerred their seats to us even though they've finished eating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Such &lt;em&gt;crappy&lt;/em&gt; attitude......and to think these people were of a mid-to-upper class and highly likely well educated, you would expect them to give up their seats for those standing and eating!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So we all stood up and had our dinner - which wasn't THAT great to begin with!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Another typical Malaysia attitude - everytime another tray of chicken wings came out of the kitchen, you can see these scroundrels rushing for a hand in it. And before you know it, the tray is EMPTY again! Yes...perhaps the chicken wings are the most delicious amongst the spread but must you rush?!!! So embarrassing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Next, the fashion shows and the dance shows were almost no visible from the balcony we're at. I guess the organisers thought we'd wait around, mingle and chat while waiting for the stroke of Midnight and the fireworks to begin! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It was sheer luck that we all came to an understanding that the event was a total failure and decided to go home instead!! So at 1030pm we left PICC happily and headed home to play with our little Aemir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On our way home, we thanked God that we made the right decision because on the opposite side of the road, heading towards Putrajaya, the traffic was horrendous!!! There was an unbelievable queue of cars on the highway and it's all because everyone wanted to experience the Nation's 50th Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106288220817550866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/Rt0uFSKXbhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/me1mOz2Uhag/s400/fireworks" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh well, I was told we didn't miss much....and in fact, opposite our place, we can see the fireworks from afar and Aemir did in fact experience his first Merdeka (of which he understands). He was happily waving his mini Malaysian flag while grandpa was singing the patriotic songs to him (of which I don't think he enjoyed!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MALAYSIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-5546889202255299815?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/5546889202255299815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=5546889202255299815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/5546889202255299815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/5546889202255299815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-50th-birthday-malaysia.html' title='HAPPY 50TH BIRTHDAY MALAYSIA!!'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/Rt0uhyKXbiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3OhTOhpY6Is/s72-c/tunku' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-1132406619842229401</id><published>2007-08-08T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T18:17:40.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Headline in The Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Breastfeeding Wave in Putrajaya" &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Star, 8.8.07&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;'23 women breastfed for a FULL Minute to enter into the Guiness Book of World Records.....'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Doesn't reading this make you burst out laughing? Imagine....mothers breastfeeding their child for ONE FULL MINUTE can enter the Guiness Book of World Records. How about us mothers who, at one-sitting, breastfeeds their hungry baby for a full 30 mins or more?!!! Aren't we more entitled/deserving to be in the Guiness Book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This shows how catchy headlines can attract readers and be ridiculous at the same time. When I first read the headline and the first 2 lines, I thought 23 mothers were in protest and breastfed their babies in public (just to make a point). I was relieved that this was only part of promoting breastfeeding to mothers and its beneficial effects to their children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now picturing this, if it should happen in public, I think there'll be dozens of men oogg-ling at the sight of breastfeeding women......you know - men, can get rather "excited" at the tiniest-itsy-bitsy thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, well.....Happy Global Breastfeeding Day to All the Mummies!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thanks Ma for breastfeeding me...kekekekekk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-1132406619842229401?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/1132406619842229401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=1132406619842229401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/1132406619842229401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/1132406619842229401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2007/08/funny-headline-in-star.html' title='Funny Headline in The Star'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-9181069181387416470</id><published>2007-08-06T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T17:56:11.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work</title><content type='html'>Monday Morning Mad Rush --- The alarm was set for 6.40am but I only managed to get my butt outta bed at 7.15am, which leaves me 30mins to get ready!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sudden rush of adrenaline after 5 mths off work was overwhelming. Back to the "morning routine" - get up, get showered, get dressed, put on make-up, jump into car with breakfast on-the-go....just to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Beat the morning traffic&lt;br /&gt;2. Get to work on time; and&lt;br /&gt;3. Leave house before Aemir wakes up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost didn't leave before Aemir got up because as I was fussing with my hair, he tossed and turned - almost getting up...and then I heard him call out for me....so I grabbed my bag and coffee and hurriedly left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the boundaries of KL just in time - before the long queue built up. After all that, I still arrived 20 mins LATE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a rush of emotions within a span on 1 1/2 hours from the moment I got up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excitement of returning to work and the sadness of leaving my dear Aemir in the hands of the caretakers added on to the mixed emotions on a Monday Morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole day has progressed well so far....the "boss" is not in. I have time to acclimatise myself AGAIN at work.....and office hours is coming to an end soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my "Almost-Perfect" Day is never without any drama. My sister just called and informed me that Aemir fell off his toy car at the park and has a cut on his forehead and his palm. I'm worried that he needs to go to the doctor but according to my sis, he's ok and she's dressed the wound already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hubby sounds more panic than me.....since it does involve the forehead. So I must leave now....to address this drama and see how bad it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope his forehead is as tough as his personality!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-9181069181387416470?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/9181069181387416470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=9181069181387416470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/9181069181387416470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/9181069181387416470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-work.html' title='Back to Work'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-189022456478002584</id><published>2007-05-15T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T14:47:56.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day OFF</title><content type='html'>To ALL Mothers - Happy Mother's Day (13 May)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that all of you had a wonderful Mother's Day as did I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply told Aim, "Yang, I'm on &lt;em&gt;leave&lt;/em&gt; today" That meant, he had to take over every motherly duties for the day; including taking care of Aemir. And you should've seen how &lt;em&gt;kalam kabut&lt;/em&gt; he went about chasing Aemir all over the shopping mall!!! Even at Gymboree, he did the running around at all the obstacle stations.....while I stood and watched my 2 boys playing with each other. It was a memorable sight until ....Aemir made a huge fuss during lunch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yess....we had Mother's Day lunch at La Bodega with my Mummy Dearest! Thank God it was tapas...and fast because Aemir was cranky half-way through lunch and torturing his grandpa ("&lt;em&gt;atuk"&lt;/em&gt;) to take him for a drive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time lunch ended and we got in the car, 5 sec later, Aemir was fast asleep in his car seat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went around KL property hunting! Hmmm.....I was taken from Bangsar, to Bukit Damansara, to PJ for 2 hours....and by the time we arrived home, Aemir's up from his sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In attempting to "torture" the hubby, I insisted we go Carrefour to get Aemir's formula since we're running out. So, despite being tired, we both went and finally called it a day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good and relaxing ONE DAY! Now back to all the Mother-ly duties.....hmmm...but do share&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; "What does Motherhood mean to you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Stay tune for my version of the aforesaid topic.....Cheers Mothers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-189022456478002584?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/189022456478002584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=189022456478002584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/189022456478002584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/189022456478002584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2007/05/mothers-day-off.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day OFF'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-5578319086082762127</id><published>2007-05-09T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:02:25.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Vacation: Phuket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RkGSUhhx8nI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2OUFEDvlf1s/s1600-h/hi5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062488337436242546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RkGSUhhx8nI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2OUFEDvlf1s/s320/hi5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As promised, I will give you an account of your vacation in Phuket, Thailand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We stayed at Holiday Inn Phuket, Busakorn Wing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(on the right) The view of the Pool Bar at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Behind it is the reception area and on the right is the restaurant (breakfast area)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We decided to stay here because this hotel recently re-opened in November 2005. It has 2 wings: the Main Wing and the Busakorn Wing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Main Wing is the typical block buildings unlike the Busakorn where the entire wing reflect the Thai architecture; together with the animal masterpieces placed strategically around the pool, the lifts and the corridors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes...if you study the Thai culture, their most respected animal is The Elephant. It is the most sacred of the animals in their Buddha practice. After that is the Monkeys. Hmmm...so you will find elephant statues sprouting water around the pool. Luckily they don't look too scary and we swam during the day (although I must say Aemir had a little fright when he saw them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062478682349760946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RkGJihhx8bI/AAAAAAAAADU/P5YuPz2OxLg/s320/hi_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;another pic of the Busakorn pool from another angle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062478682349760978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RkGJihhx8dI/AAAAAAAAADk/EwlmiM-b6b4/s320/IMG_4781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;villa pools - where you room door opens to the pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(ideal for Honeymooners who want to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"skinny-dip"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Main Wing is just a walk away and it faces Patong Beach compared to Busakorn Wing. Another thing I love about Holiday Inn, it is stroller-friendly. There's no need to carry your stroller up and down staircases. Ramps are located strategically at main walk-ways for easy access between the Wings and around the Hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062480718164259298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RkGLZBhx8eI/AAAAAAAAADs/G1M3VTqShYY/s320/IMG_5298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Main Lobby @ Main Wing -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Relaxing, Breezy and Comfy Waiting Area because they have many, many, many comfy cushions on the sofas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062480718164259314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RkGLZBhx8fI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FtW3CzhV3nY/s320/hi_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pool 2 at the Main Wing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Of course while walking around the Main Wing, we passed the highlight of every Child staying at Holiday Inn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kid's Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062481869215494658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RkGMcBhx8gI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oRIlsdgivl0/s320/kidsclub002b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062481869215494674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RkGMcBhx8hI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2x7VNjtZeVw/s320/club12plus04b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Many activities are organised each day children 5 above but you can definitely send kids there hassle-free and with ease of mind for the entire day without worrying if they get fed or not. I'm sure staff there will keep them entertained the entire day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But unfortunately for us, Aemir is too small to be left there on his own while we go &lt;em&gt;painting the town RED&lt;/em&gt;!!! hahahahahah...... Can you believe that we didn't even bring him to swim there because by then, our dear Aemir SAKIT!!!!! (demam &amp; batuk)&lt;/p&gt;So all we did was showed him there was a kiddie pool, a games room and activity room at the Hotel. Kesian..... [He didn't care pun!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one of the nights, we had dinner at Sam's Steaks &amp;amp; Grill, a restaurant located at the Main Wing. We all pandai2 didn't study the restaurant properly and only thought about what to feed our tummies.....and the brochures only said : Attire - Smart Casual, No Shorts, No Slippers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062484575044891170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RkGO5hhx8iI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rfEvQxRFb_8/s320/Sams1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all got dressed for dinner (like the &lt;em&gt;Mat-Sallehs&lt;/em&gt;) and our main concern was Aemir's choice of attire - Smart Batek Shirt and &lt;strong&gt;BILLABONG SHORTS!!!&lt;/strong&gt; He insisted that he put on that shorts or we won't go out for dinner. He refused to put on the white linen pants I prepared for him....siap gosok lagi!!! So off we went and as we entered, all eyes were on the stroller!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK NOBODY TOLD US IT IS &lt;strong&gt;FINE-DINING&lt;/strong&gt;!!! And usually kids don't fine-dine at such restaurants!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we tried to keep Aemir quiet by taking him out for walks and walks until all of us finished eating and this GAY Couple beside us LEFT!!! You should have seen the stares they gave us the moment Aemir opened his mouth! Ishhh....Sorry dude....spoiled your romantic dinner...Heck who cares!!!&lt;/p&gt;Anyway, even though I had a difficult time enjoying and savouring my Roasted Lamb on the Rack with Balsamic Jus (&lt;em&gt;yummy, yummy)&lt;/em&gt; because I had to change "shift" with Aim to take care of feverish Aemir, I did finish it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062485000246653506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RkGPSRhx8kI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7A2RJcSjxZA/s320/holidayinn-sam06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;With all that drama on the table, there was drama outside as well. It was storming outside during our dinner that night and suddenly there was a "power cut" (&lt;strong&gt;black out&lt;/strong&gt;)!!! Imagine that!!! But luckily the generators kicked in and soon we had &lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt; light.....became very very candlelighty!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And on the way back, Patong was flooded at the main roads. Hmmm...imagine that? And a few cars and &lt;em&gt;tuk-tuks &lt;/em&gt;got stranded and tourists are everywhere hopping onto 1 &lt;em&gt;tuk-tuk&lt;/em&gt; to another. Lucky for us, our rented car managed to breeze through the flood and also owing to the smart driving of my beloved husband. So the rest of the night we stayed in our rooms ....cannot shop because the shops are flooded as well!!! hahahahhahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062485000246653522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RkGPSRhx8lI/AAAAAAAAAEk/KRFtxcvv1JI/s320/IMG_4715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our Villa Room facing the pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-5578319086082762127?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/5578319086082762127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=5578319086082762127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/5578319086082762127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/5578319086082762127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2007/05/our-vacation-phuket.html' title='Our Vacation: Phuket'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RkGSUhhx8nI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2OUFEDvlf1s/s72-c/hi5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-1532045106866979725</id><published>2007-05-07T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T14:44:43.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been "VACATION-ING"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Many of you may question why the LONG Absence from my Blogging. It's mainly because my computer at home just restricted me from accessing this website and since the last time I wrote.....many many things have happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So let me start by saying, &lt;strong&gt;"It Feels Good to Be Back!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;March&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I started my study leave then with the intention of starting my revision early but due to unforeseen circumstances (e.g. being Mummy to Aemir, laziness, afternoon Sinetrons etc) my revision timetable went hay-wire. I guess I was being too ambitious and a part of me was scared to embark on another revision spree......Takut Duduk Exam Again!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;April&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;April came and went by soooooo FAST! I didn't even realise it until I had to submit my Examination Registration Form and pay a wholesome RM1000 to re-sit the exams. They didn't even take into account that I was absent from the last exam due to medical reasons (I'm still BITCHING about that!!!) and counted that attempt as my 2nd attempt!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was so annoyed with the system but that made me more determined to sit and PASS these exams for the LAST time!!! &lt;em&gt;Insya Allah....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank God with my previous enthusiasm I'm already 3/4 through my 1st round of revision. I only have 1 more subject to complete and I'm finished with the whole 5 subjects. Of course I'll have to go through it the 2nd time, and 3rd and 4th.......&lt;em&gt;hehehhehe Insya Allah if there's time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My great ambitions came to a &lt;em&gt;scrreching &lt;/em&gt;halt when 28 April came. &lt;strong&gt;We're off to Phuket!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Been so excited about it since I made the bookings and the day has finally come. Packed many things since we're bringining Aemir, and I just can't wait to see Holiday Inn's new Busakorn Wing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we arrived at Phuket we hired a car and drove ourselves to Patong Beach. Although I've been there before, I don't remember Phuket to be what it is now. Well it was a refreshing sight.....but we were too tired and hungry to head to the beach upon arrival so we just visit JungCeylon (a new Shopping mall in Patong)!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I like Patong - although messy with sign boards and electrical cables everywhere......the area is soooo touristy and friendly. Oh I've not gotten to the BEST part.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Holiday Inn Busakorn is one of the most loveliest hotel since errmmmm......(ok it's been a while since I last stayed at a very luxurious resort/hotel) And it's also very kid-friendly as it's got it's own Kid's Club and facilities!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The rooms are fantastic and the beds are cosy - even Aemir had a blast exploring every inch of the room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(If I have time I shall paste some photos for you to view)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I do recommend families to stay at the Holiday Inn Phuket. It's convenient and even Room Service food is CHEAP!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Stay tune for more Phuket Stories in my next Blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Overall it was a good holiday (with a little mishap)......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;May&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes I do realise that it's now May!!1 And exams are in July so counting the days excluding the weekends, I really do not have much time left to revise. Thus I am now panicking a little and secluding myself at hubby's office for some time-out from Aemir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes you do realise how difficult it is to study at home with a kid running around and fussing at home? I know now that when it comes to 100% concentration, you can't get it at home. It's not just impossible is TRULY IMPOSSIBLE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So let's see how "parking" myself at Aim's office would help me secure the concentration that I require to revise for my exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wish me luck and pray for my success in these coming exams...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-1532045106866979725?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/1532045106866979725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=1532045106866979725' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/1532045106866979725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/1532045106866979725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2007/05/been-vacation-ing.html' title='Been &quot;VACATION-ING&quot;'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-107159663059451293</id><published>2007-02-26T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:02:26.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Bulletin</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Friday Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;Hubby took us out for JAPANESE!!! It's been a while since I had Jap with hubby (since he totally hates Jap food!) and he was nice enough to take us out - after much pleading &amp; whining! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Next, was deciding which Jap food outlet we should go to. Of course, if you ask me - I'd say "Equatorial Kampachi" ANYTIME!!! But that would be beyond our budget for this month. So we decided to try out "Sakae Sushi" @ Subang Parade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/ReKMLXXV7SI/AAAAAAAAACc/hiwvwH80-d4/s1600-h/logo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035741460232006946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/ReKMLXXV7SI/AAAAAAAAACc/hiwvwH80-d4/s320/logo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;This place is quite hi-tech...it has a monitor at each table where you can click on the mouse to order your food. Then they also have a Hot Water Tap for you to re-fill as much green tea as you want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Seriously if you really want to be stingy or on a highly tight budget you order 1 Green Tea and refill until your drink doesn't turn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GREEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;anymore!!! hahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;So I was content with the sushi selection on the conveyor belt (&lt;em&gt;Just like Sushi King but tastier)&lt;/em&gt; while Hubby and my bro ordered their portions. I would have enjoyed and eaten more (especially since I was HUNGRY and CRAVING! &gt;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ladies you'd know that this is a very BAD combination!!&lt;/em&gt;) but I had to be the dutiful mother to Aemir and keep watch that he doesn't slide underneath the table (no baby chair!!sob sob) or his fingers don't get stuck at the conveyor belt or that he's not picking every plastic cover on each plate and poking at the contents, and he wasn't pouring soy sauce on himself, or playing with the wooden chopsticks and throwing them on the floor!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;AARRRGGHHH....that was exactly what I was struggling to prevent but FAILED!! AS you know kids are to quick with their hands.....so the tempura sauce spilled, the ice for Hubby's drink spilled, my tea cup almost broke and chopsticks were flying all over the table! At the same time I was trying to eat my sushi peacefully ...... but you can IMAGINE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;One hand holding Aemir (who's struggling to get free), and the other hand eating with chopsticks, mouth chewing, leg pressing against the diaper bag so that it won't fall, etc&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ALL MY ABLE LIMBS WAS ON &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALERT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;In the end I gave up and waited for Hubby and bro to finish eating so SOMEONE can takeover from me. I think both were incredibly tired and gobbling away...while I watched (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)!! To say the least I was finishing up the leftovers......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;POOR ME!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Then, my bro was kind enough to take the bill while Hubby &amp; Aemir wandered off - either to MPH or ToysRUs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;It was a very very NORMAL day for us! Sat at home and struggled to solve the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RUBIK'S CUBE&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/ReKR6HXV7UI/AAAAAAAAACs/NeUfPaEpISM/s1600-h/rubik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035747760949030210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/ReKR6HXV7UI/AAAAAAAAACs/NeUfPaEpISM/s320/rubik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035747756654062898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/ReKR53XV7TI/AAAAAAAAACk/stZTd8snQaA/s320/rubik2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;Yeah you know that 6 sided cube with different colours on each side? I'm sure every household had them at 1 stage when it was THE CRAZE!!!! If you didn't own one, you'd have either held one or played with someone else's.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was all inspired by Will Smith's latest Movie "The Pursuit of Happ&lt;em&gt;y&lt;/em&gt;Ness".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we sat and tried and tried but when we were almost done, the next move will cause us to JUMBLE up the colours again!! It's quite frustrating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby said that when he was little he managed to solve the puzzle and so he was trying to prove his point. I recalled that I tried colouring the squares to look as though I did solve it or peeling the coloured stickers and placing them where I wanted it to be - AT THE CORRECT SIDE WITH THE CORRECT COLOURS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;I gave up UNTIL I saw Hubby with a print out of the SoLution! Yeah....that's the wonders of the Internet. He printed out the methods of changing the cubes in order and so we tried AGAIN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instructions weren't EASY.....very comprehensive....but we kept trying anyway! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5pm we visited the RYAN TWINS! So small still and Aemir was absolutely curious who these tiny beings were. But he also tried to play Big Brother to them - trying to give them their pacifiers when they cried and helped out Liz when she was changing their pampers!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;Aemir had Gymboree!! He was very excited from the moment he got up and his favourite word is now "Pampers" (pronounced as &lt;em&gt;: pam-pursh&lt;/em&gt;). I love listening to him say that word and everything is "Pampers" now - even if you ask him his name he'll reply "Pampers" (with a grin)!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we sped to Gymboree and that's the beginning of Mama's Exercise Session. It's very tiring running after him, singing and then encouraging him to do all the tasks, then carrying him and flinging him about. Thank God this time Papa was around!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Hubby's first time attending Gymboree and he was a bit BLUR!!! But soon came in sync with the programme! HE WAS SWEATING!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aemir kept climbing here and there and even attempted sliding down HEAD FIRST!! Hmmm....a bit too brave!!! But all in all he always enjoyed 'Parachute Time' and "Bubble Time"!!! I love it too because I get to sit down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time PLaytime was over, we were all knackered and THIRSTY!!! Had a drink and Starbucks and went back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aemir was fast asleep when we arrived home......and both hubby and I continued with our Rubik's. When Aemir got up at 3.30pm, had his Late Lunch and thereafter we went &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TESCO Shah Alam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;IT WAS CROWDED!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took whatever we wanted, paid and left!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back we detoured to the carwash. This would be Aemir's first time in the car while it was being SNOW WASHED!!! IT was a great experience for him and you can tell that he was totally amazed from the expression on his face! Everytime the guy sprayed water on the window, Aemir will squint his eyes - as though the water hit him!!! hahahhaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we sat down to solve our Rubik's again and Hubby finally solved it (2nd time round)! So I got some tutorials from him and tried doing it myself. It took me about 2hrs to solve it and I WAS HAPPY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then the Carling Cup Final was on....Arsenal v Chelsea......&lt;strong&gt;Results speak for itself on espnstar.com!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our weekend....very fulfilling one and I wish there were more of such meaningful and useful weekends to come!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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Already, the Police are doing the best to catch roadusers that are breaking the laws with &lt;em&gt;Ops Sikap,&lt;/em&gt;  in an attempt to reduce the number of road accidents during the festive periods. Now one fella decides to legalise burning of firecrackers.....might as well legalise drunk-driving during the festive periods too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Indeed firecrackers are symbolic during festive seasons and to celebrate a joyful year ahead and it creates a better festive mood, especially during Chinese New Year. But has this fella thought about the consequences of burning fireworks and firecrackers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aren't the reports about children losing their fingers and toes and scarring their faces, and even houses flaring up in flames as a result of irresponsible use of fireworks, a deterrent to legalise such activities?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Honestly, what is he thinking? Even labels to warn adults/parents of responsible burning of these fireworks are not enough. Sometimes even through no fault of the parents/users of fireworks, the item itself can self-explode (due to unforeseen circumstances). In a word - Fireworks are HAZARDOUS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This should be thought of thoroughly before allow Legalisation of Fireworks!! The Government must have had a very good reason for the ban of Fireworks (PUBLIC SAFETY!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-8937036688203560628?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/8937036688203560628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=8937036688203560628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/8937036688203560628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/8937036688203560628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2007/02/legalising-fireworks.html' title='Legalising FireWorks'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-1911467926510670922</id><published>2007-02-14T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:02:26.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing "The LOVE Bear"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RdKYUES1OUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_8WLnycjoNE/s1600-h/ani6%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031251204243798338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RdKYUES1OUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_8WLnycjoNE/s320/ani6%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;If you haven't noticed, this whole month has been about "Love" and "Prosperity" - all in conjunction with Chinese New Year (which is around the corner)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;But TODAY, it is of course, due to crude over-commercialisation of 14th February, is indeed Valentine's Day! I dare say that many people have been &lt;em&gt;brain-washed&lt;/em&gt; by the Valentine's Day commercials that they think that they must go out for romantic dinners &amp; &lt;em&gt;romantic getaways&lt;/em&gt;, be showered with hundreds of red roses, receive boxes of chocolates, have champagne/wine with strawberries dipped in chocolate (&lt;em&gt;I wonder who'll have THAT today.....&lt;/em&gt;) etc...just to show their love and affection for their partners/spouse!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Every since I got married, I can fully vouch that our lives, love and commitment are no longer measured by any of the above. For those &lt;em&gt;hopeless romantics &lt;/em&gt;(let's not deny there aren't any out there) who still thinks that receiving 100 red roses from your partner on this ONE DAY means he will love, honour and cherish you through bad hair days, mood swings, stretchmarks, babies, toddler tantrums, horrendous traffic, pimples, sagging boobs and demanding careers is sadly mistaken!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Honestly, don't you think that it would be a pretty sad state of affairs if we only took ONE day out of 365 days in a year to declare our love and commitment?!! So what happened to the rest of 364 days? Just be content with what you have and any declaration of love need not happen because you think you partner can read your mind? I'm afraid NOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;In reality, we ALWAYS want some declaration of love and gratitude for every act we perform - be it - cooking for your partner, filling up petrol, doing the laundry, putting your child to sleep, doing the household chores, taking out the garbage......It doesn't matter what you do, I bet you need some encouragement from your partner for doing such a thing. A "Thank You so Much, Darling" or "That's very kind of you!" or "Oh how wonderful..." would be enough as a sign of love and gratitude from your partner, wouldn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;But, unfortunately, we sometimes FORGET that people, our loved ones, need such exclaimations once in a while for them to feel that they have a purpose on Earth! And that what they do have not been taken for granted and all that they have done have been appreciated by all receivers. Certainly, the issue of sincere and insincere exclaimations ought to be considered. Let's save that for another BLOG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today We Celebrate Our Love.......(rings in my ears) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This morning I was humming to the tunes of "Now and Forever", "I Will Always Love You", "End of the Road", "Saving all My Love for You", "Because I Love You"........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and to be Greeted by Tatty Teddy on my Desktop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031251208538765650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RdKYUUS1OVI/AAAAAAAAACA/rx1Bsw6xkgE/s320/ani7%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031251212833732962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RdKYUkS1OWI/AAAAAAAAACI/LusWbjlfFRw/s320/ani8%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tatty Bear from the "Me to You" Collection has always been about LOVE. I've always thought this cute grey-coloured and adorable-looking bear has all the expression, mood, emotion and pose for every occassion. And its figurines, cards and products are almost always very personal......Too bad I hardly find Tatty Teddies around Malaysia (except maybe &lt;em&gt;Hallmark&lt;/em&gt;) unlike in UK where every Carlton Cards or H.M. Samuel Shops would have a section dedicated for this "Love Bear".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So for those thinking of expressing their declaration of Love to their partners/spouse, do so with a Tatty Teddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Click on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tatty-teddy.net/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.tatty-teddy.net/index.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; to find more Me To You products.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Have a Wonderful Valentine's Day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;To my Dear Hubby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;See You Tonight!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-1911467926510670922?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/1911467926510670922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=1911467926510670922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/1911467926510670922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/1911467926510670922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2007/02/introducing-love-bear.html' title='Introducing &quot;The LOVE Bear&quot;'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RdKYUES1OUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_8WLnycjoNE/s72-c/ani6%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-5103294458432510729</id><published>2007-02-07T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:20:38.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House-Husbands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In Today's conversation, we sat and had a women's forum on House Husbands. Do you mind that your Husband stays at home minding the household chores and the kids? Do you think that in a traditional Muslim home with traditional Muslim values this is achieveable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028700583035845602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RcmIiX2mu-I/AAAAAAAAABk/EA5w0tM4zz4/s320/hshub3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Does this picture seem wrong to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RcmIiH2mu8I/AAAAAAAAABU/XbkqgoUKtZc/s1600-h/hshub.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028700578740878274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RcmIiH2mu8I/AAAAAAAAABU/XbkqgoUKtZc/s320/hshub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How about this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RcmIiX2mu9I/AAAAAAAAABc/Pdst3wcr1LM/s1600-h/hshub2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028700583035845586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RcmIiX2mu9I/AAAAAAAAABc/Pdst3wcr1LM/s320/hshub2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And this??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Coming from a family with everything TRADITIONAL, I certainly would find it strange if my husband were to be seen doing the chores that I (as a wife) should be doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Certainly, we do sit down and complain about our husbands not lending a helping hand in the kitchen, or with the household chores, or changing the nappies, or minding the kids; but when they start controlling everything that we're so used to doing, wouldn't you feel out of place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I definitely wouldn't mind my husband helping out at home with the chores....&lt;strong&gt;ONCE IN A WHILE&lt;/strong&gt; and I certainly would be THE HAPPIEST WOMAN if he decides to do EVERYTHING! BUT I wouldn't feel the same way after 1 month of that happening. To me, it just seems wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stereotypically, the MAN is THE PROVIDER of the Family and the WOMAN is HOUSE MANAGER for the entire part of the marriage. Now women have gone out into the corporate world and have decided to be&lt;em&gt; at par&lt;/em&gt; with the men. Most women would think that: &lt;em&gt;Why can't I do what the Man can do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes. I am one of them. Although I do complain and I'd love to taste some GENDER EQUALITY in my life, but in reality, this can NEVER HAPPEN! WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, women are born with maternal instincts for a reason. Women are made to have own assets as huge as mountain and to have wombs to hold a 3-4kg foetus and to have genitals which look like 2 pieces of squashed bun  put together (&lt;em&gt;just use your imagination&lt;/em&gt;) - all these for a reason. And for that same reason, men were born with paternal instincts (if they have any), to have hairy chests and legs (err....perhaps this may apply to some women), to have facial hair as thick as the Amazon forest, and genitals the shape of &lt;em&gt;pisang emas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;God made us DIFFERENT and we have different roles to play in our lives as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;You certainly cannot expect your Man to work during the day and come back to do the household chores (cook, clean, iron and take care of the kids). Although women have a knack for doing all these chores after work, Men (sad to say) just do not have that capability!! They may in fact "Work Smart" in the corporate world but Women (proud to say) are the Champions at dividing their roles and responsibilities both at work and at home! Thus, wouldn't it suffice to say that Women should get better privileges and benefits from their employees for being excellent at their Jobs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, back to the issue - expecting your Man to do the household chores after work is really asking for too much from the fella. It's enough if both of you do the chores together but you cannot expect him to be doing it everyday - especially if only the husband works! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'd be amazed at how many women these days who are stay-at-home wives/mothers and they do NOTHING except take care of themselves (i.e. go for spas, facials, salons, manicures and pedis). I call them &lt;em&gt;Tai-Tais!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tai-Tais&lt;/em&gt; are women of leisure. They spend on their husband's hard-earned cash and all day long they'll spend their time beautifying themselves, having hi-teas with their friends, shopping, or perhaps just sitting at home and gossiping with their friends (over tea or on the phone)! But usually these ladies are about 40 and above (where their husbands are CEOs of multinationals and millionaires or billionaires already). However, these days we have the &lt;em&gt;Wannabe Tai-Tais&lt;/em&gt;!!! These are the 20 somethings wannabes.....who go around spending, spending, spending without a care in this world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So wat happens to the household chores and the kids? Errrmmmm....MAIDS!!! Yes they are God's (being their husbands) Gift to these &lt;em&gt;Tai-Tais&lt;/em&gt;!! Some demand for Maids so that they can go through their daily routines without having to care about cooking, cleaning, ironing and (to a certain extent) the kids! They'll DIE without the Maid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who'll do the dishes? Who'll do the cooking, the ironing, the cleaning? And for those extremists, who's changing the diapers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;AAARRRGGGHHH.... Just frustrates me that these women gets away with ordering their husbands to PROVIDE PROVIDE PROVIDE! And what do they give their husbands in return? For most, they'll devote their attention to the husband when he's around (attending to his EVERY NEEDS)...but for some, this is their answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm tired. All day I've been stuck at home - Take me out!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I've already given you kids"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I want more...I want this and that ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(amongst the ones I can think of)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just notice how ungrateful these women can be. Don't they understand that they too have a role to play while the husbands at work? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well....All I can say is that husbands with such wives should voice out their concerns. Do not be afraid to say "No" to your wives (&lt;em&gt;I can THAT ALL THE TIME!!hehehhe...&lt;/em&gt;) Lay all your problems on the table, give her the full picture of how hard it is to PROVIDE these days....Not everything is about HER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hmmm..........have I gone on a diversion and swayed away from the TOPIC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-5103294458432510729?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/5103294458432510729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=5103294458432510729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/5103294458432510729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/5103294458432510729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2007/02/house-husbands.html' title='House-Husbands'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RcmIiX2mu-I/AAAAAAAAABk/EA5w0tM4zz4/s72-c/hshub3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-2255821062580049818</id><published>2007-02-02T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T12:53:28.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>Day by day I'm beginning to realise that Aemir's getting naughtier and more mischeivious and &lt;strong&gt;NOBODY CAN CONTROL HIM!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  know what you're going to say - &lt;em&gt;"We pamper him too much&lt;/em&gt;" - Perhaps we're partly to blame for his attitude at the moment but I'd rather blame it on &lt;em&gt;Latch-Key Syndrome&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do envy parents (mothers) who do not have to work and become a stay-at-home mother to their children. At least they get to spend more quality time with their kids and monitor the kid's progress. They also get to instil some discipline at home, teaching them right from wrong, and to listen to instructions (orders). Mothering is indeed a full-time job for some mothers and I do wish I get to spend more time with Aemir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, instilling some discipline at home is tough. We're only home at nights and perhaps 2 hours from the time he wakes up in the morning (or even less). So by the time we return from work, around 7pm, he starts his fussing, crying and tantrums - basically seeking our FULL attention (until his Bedtime)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say NO and scold him is kinda UNFAIR. The child wants some quality time and perhaps wants to show-off his new tricks to his parents, but all they can do is sit watch news, read papers and/or sleep. Sometimes all our energy have been used up on work and there's just not enough to go around entertaining him (which means running after him, carry him (12kg now!!), teasing him, playing with him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame him for throwing tantrums when we don't give him attention. He's been stuck at home the whole day with 2 maids (whom he sees EVERYDAY - perhaps he's gotten TIRED of looking at them), no where to go except downstairs (to the playground or around the park - if the weather permits), limited space in the condo for him to explore and this goes on 5 days in a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was him, I'd be throwing tantrums as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you'd be amazed at what sort of tricks he can show you every day. Once it was somersaulting from the back of our Japanese chair, head first and rolling up front. Next it was switching on and off the computer, the TV and the light switch. Another day it will be "I'm a Doctor" Day, he'll put on his stethescope and check everyone's heartbeat or come out with a cotton bud in his hand to put ointment on your toe (bec he's got a cut on his and that's what we do to him), or he'll take a torch-light and check your ears (just like his doctor would).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or he'll run around the dining table, hoping you'll notice him and play Catch with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's saddening to see him cry and struggle when you leave for work and when you return home, he'll run to you and give you a BIG BIG HUG, salam and kiss! Awww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the times when I wish I'm a stay-at-home Mother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-2255821062580049818?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/2255821062580049818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=2255821062580049818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/2255821062580049818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/2255821062580049818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2007/02/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-5437689714923879879</id><published>2007-01-31T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T15:29:37.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Counsellor</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been a victim of cheating spouse?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cheated on your spouse?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever counselled someone who's cheated their spouse?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever counselled someone who's been cheated by their spouse?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever counselled someone who's cheating on their spouse?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been pursuaded to cheat on your spouse?&lt;br /&gt;Has someone ever urged you to cheat on your spouse?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever pursuaded or urged someone to cheat on their spouse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As Allah s.a.w is my witness, I have never done any of the above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've only heard stories/ real experiences from a third party of the Cheating/Cheated Spouses. This is a Story of "What if" that should happen to me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCENE 1: The Victim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If I were to find out that my spouse was cheating on me with someone woman, the first thing I'd do is to confront him with the situation. Before that I shall do my own personal investigation about "the other woman" - who, where she lives, what she does, how they met, when it started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With that information I can cross-check on whether my spouse is telling the truth during the confrontation. I'd like to find out the reason behind this sudden change of heart. Doesn't he care about the family anymore? Doesn't he love me anymore? Doesn't he realise the consequences of his actions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Throughout all this, I hope that both parties can sit down and talk about it like humans. Let's hope there weren't be too much shouting and name-calling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Next, it's decision time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. For the Cheater to leave his current family, get better and return to his family after that; or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. Seek marriage counsellors/Attend counselling sessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If the Cheater choose "the other woman" than me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. either give permission to marry 2nd wife and keep me as the 1st; or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. divorce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I suppose the decision-time is the hardest especially when there are children involved. It's hardest for them than it is for the adults. In the first place, the spouse didn't think about such consequences faced by the children before he acted/decided to cheat on his wife. If it's hurting the wife, it's hurting the children even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Scene 2: The Cheater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Usually when one cheats on their spouse, they tend to be very selfish and only think narrowly - their own satisfaction (if it's purely sexual), their well-being and instant happiness (if "the other man" provides better) etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They forget whom their cheating on - not only the husband, but also the children. They would have neglected their family and not playing their role as a wife and/or mother. That's why we hardly ever hear about wives cheating on their husbands.....just because women tend to realise the consequences of their actions first before pursuing another relationship. When men cheats, it's usually purely sexual and physical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But in this case, if I were The Cheater. I'll try not to get caught! Hiding numbers and msgs in the handphones are just too common. I'll hide it in my head! "The other man" must have the following qualities:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. Handsome, Kind, Caring, Sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. Graduate, Career Man, Loves Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3. Tolerant, Faithful, Happy-go-lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4. Diligent, Street-wise, Patient, Honest, Smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5. Earns a handsome salary (to provide for my lavish lifestyle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;6. Good religious background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;7. Listens to me (most of the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;8. Good enterprenuerial skills (good soft and hard skills)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;oppss....that all sounds like my husband! Why should I cheat then?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With "the other man" I must have some 'chemistry' with him and the relationship will not only be sexual or physical. He must have the intellectual capacity for me to interact with him. I can't possibly go out with a "moron", then I'll be one if that happens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Scene 3: The Counsellor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Counselling "The Cheater":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;First, you should never cheat on the spouse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Find out reasons why that person needed to cheat on their spouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In this case, would any reason be valid? Perhaps if the husband was not providing financially, emotionally, physically for the wife, then perhaps it might be a good reason to find another man who can. But in the first place, why marry that 'loser'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Advice The Cheater to stop seeing or having any contact with "the other man/woman". Reconcile matters with the spouse. Seek counselling if they're encountering problems at home. If The Cheater still loves the spouse, then The Cheater should be willing to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Don't confess to cheating yet. Let the marriage counsellors do their job. Otherwise, more problems will crop up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Counselling "The Victim":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is a little bit tricky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If The Victim has not done his/her personal investigation on "the other man/woman", you must do it for them. If you have proof that a particular number has been called many times from The Cheater's phone, then call that number. Disguise yourself to find out about the person on the other line. This should instill some fear in "the other man/woman" and it's sure indication that someone has found out about the affair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If the Victim has done his/her homework, then get then to confront and talk about the situation together. Yelling, screaming and throwing things is not necessary - at the expense of the children (if any). Try to do it when the children are not around (if you still feel the need to scream and shout) - just be considerate when you live in flats/condominiums .....walls can be thin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Next get them to visit a marriage counsellor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Your job should stop there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If they decide the marriage is over, then get them a good divorce lawyer! (hahahhah....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Counselling "The Cheating":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hmmm.....if you're "the other man/woman" and you find out the person you're with is already married, you can play a role and advice them to stop this vice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If they have a sob story - i.e. their husband/wife is not treating them right, doesn't love them anymore, can't talk to them - they're most probably LYING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do your own homework before pursuing a relationship with this person. Find out who they are, what they do etc...don't just believer everything that comes out of their mouths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do you want to be a Home-Wrecker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No matter how rich that Cheater is and how well he/she treats you and how tempting the 'gifts', sex, attraction etc...may be....it's just WRONG to ruin someone else's life at the expense of your happiness. Most likely you will find another person like that but UNMARRIED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Scene 4: "The Pursuasee" (one who's been pursuaded)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You call that person you pursuaded you to cheat YOUR FRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No true friend would come up to you and ask you: "Haven't you ever thought of cheating on your spouse?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Even if that friend is a Cheater, he should never pursuade you to do the same. As a good friend, he should advice you NOT to cheat and instead work out the problems you have in your marriage before thinking of cheating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lay out all the CONS of Cheating....Sorry but there's nothing "PRO" about cheating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In the first place, why are you so naive to believe that Cheating is OK? Think about it....how many people will get hurt as a result of your selfish actions. Do you really want to hurt the ones you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Even if you've LOVED (in the past tense) that person before, I'm sure a good reasonable person would not intentionally hurt that person you've loved before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Think before you Act!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 5: "The Pursuader"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why do you have to get other people involved in your vice? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do you think that everyone needs to Cheat on their spouse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do you think you're setting a good precedent/example for others to follow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If you Cheat, do it at your own time. Brag about it all you want with your friends but NEVER pursuade them to do the same. That's just wrong!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Don't sway them with the wrong reasons! They might have had a good family relationship going but for your pursuasiveness to cheat on their spouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If you don't Cheat but just love to sway them into it....ARE U SICK? I think you need counselling. Do you like seeing your friends suffer in relationship problems while you laugh behind the scene? I definitely think you're SICK to even think about doing that - no matter what your reasons are - e.g. for revenge - ruining people's lives is VERY WRONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There are other ways to "get back" at people.....(but of course no way is the correct way!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ladies &amp;amp; Gentlemen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please do not Cheat or be pursuaded to Cheat on your spouse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Think carefully before doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Think of all the people you're going to hurt in the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Think think think...God gave you BRAINS for a REASON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEEK HELP if you fall in any of the categories (Professional Help is ADviced!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;888888888888888888&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE YOUR SPOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REKINDLE THE 'OLD' FEELINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TAKE TIME OFF TO BE WITH LOVED ONES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE YOUR CHILDREN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SAVE YOUR MARRIAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer: All advice is of personal opinion only and should not be followed strictly. I have not experienced any of the above. You should seek professional counselling or professional medical help if symptoms persist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-5437689714923879879?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/5437689714923879879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=5437689714923879879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/5437689714923879879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/5437689714923879879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2007/01/marriage-counsellor.html' title='Marriage Counsellor'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-2755544375550899367</id><published>2007-01-25T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T17:00:17.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies, How often do you change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Greetings all.....I've decided to take a few minutes to pen down my thoughts and "get back to writing" [I quote]! Time flies and it's already 25 days into the New Year. I do hope that 2007 has been kind to you as it has been to me (so far)!! I recently read my Chinese Horoscope and it said that 2007 will bring me Wealth (hmmm...I wonder how much?) but Health-wise, I have to watch out for unexpected bugs. Surprisingly enough, I am in the midst of recovering from an asthma attack, cough, and cold....very very bad combination! So I suppose these Astrology readings can be quite true - or just mere coincidence!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Enough said.....I know the Title of this Blog can strike as "Gruesome" but Fear not...I'm not touching on that aspect (&lt;em&gt;Oh you 'dirty' scoundrels!! Is that all u can think of?!!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ladies, How Often Do You Change &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOUR HANDBAG?!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a well-known fact that Ladies (in general) can't LIVE WITHOUT A HANDBAG. And their collection grows every week, month or even day (depending on your level of shopaholic-ness and $$$). Handbags come in various shapes, sizes, designs, and functions. So I find it a bit strange if a lady comes up to me and says she only need &lt;strong&gt;ONE HANDBAG&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's ridiculous....if you follow the etiquette and dress-code rules strictly, you will find that you need particular bag for every occassion. You can't go to the market with an evening bag, nor can you attend a formal function with a casual tote bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why there's brands like COACH,BOTTEGGA VENETTA, TOD's, CHANEL, GUCCI, FENDI, MIU MIU, PRADA, MARC JACOBS, DIOR, BRAUN BUFFEL ( just name it...there's plenty)...even the likes of STUART WIEZTMAN and FERRAGAMO. Thanks to them we have a selection of handbag designs, shapes and sizes for EVERY FUNCTION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that even SAMSONITE and DELSEY are improving their designs to cater for different tastes and needs. You'd be surprise how functional and cute these bags can be; especially their Make-up Bags!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, back to my question...I'm sure with many kinds of bags to suit different occassions one would have to change their handbag ever so often, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT HOW OFTEN DO YOU CHANGE YOUR BAG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you gone through ONLY ONE BAG throughout your daily routine for ONE WEEK, ONE MONTH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only just discovered today that I've been using my Miu Miu bag for more than 3 weeks and it has done me justice EXCEPT that I can hardly find my things with ease anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a habit of dumping many things in your bag and upon carrying it, it feel like a "gold sack" (hahahah that's what you'd like to think!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly am one of those people. It starts out with barely nothing but the usual - 1 wallet, 1 handphone, 1 coin purse (depending on the wallet) and 1 packet of tissue (always). Day by day there'll be a bunch of receipts from my purchases, my diary, my namecard holder, my lipstick/lipgloss, my MAC, my sanitary pad, my inhaler, my camera, my discount vouchers, sweet wrappers, biscuit crumbs from my son's Baby Bites, wet wipes.....(PHEW!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can imagine my handbag literally 'growing' from all "My Collections"!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through my busy schedule I just can't find time to clean up the mess...It's been Pick-up-N-Go routine for 3 weeks and I think it's about time I sort out what I need from my handbag before I find a RAT in it!!! YIKES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is also because I haven't been invited to any Formal Function and there has been no need to change my bag. My Miu Miu also suits daily/casual/office attire so I haven't been breaking any of the dress-code rules. I've taken it to the market, the clinic, the office, the mall etc....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I think it's TIME TO CHANGE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you've experienced this and are you in a habit of changing bags often? Do share your stories with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: my husband exaggerates that I've so many bags and change it so often and now we have to find MORE SPACE to STORE my bags! hmmmmm.......He hasn't seen the Contents of my Miu Miu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-2755544375550899367?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/2755544375550899367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=2755544375550899367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/2755544375550899367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/2755544375550899367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2007/01/ladies-how-often-do-you-change.html' title='Ladies, How often do you change?'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-7496839487988728071</id><published>2007-01-24T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T15:00:17.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oink Oink 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Thanks for those who highlighted the fact that I haven't been blogging in a while!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I didn't realise it has been THAT long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;and....I haven't even submitted an entry for &lt;strong&gt;2007!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Shame on me (i know I know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;My most humble apologies....I've just been incredibly busy but I promise that I shall write longer and update you with all the NEWS, &lt;em&gt;GOSSIPS&lt;/em&gt;, and HAPPENINGS on MY Side of the World!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;STAY TUNED FOR MORE STORIES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;COMING SOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-7496839487988728071?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/7496839487988728071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=7496839487988728071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/7496839487988728071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/7496839487988728071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2007/01/oink-oink-2007.html' title='Oink Oink 2007'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-71990654607264356</id><published>2006-12-22T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T15:45:59.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Clouds Begone</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If you've been following my blog, you would know of a 'particular' person whom I have a personal grudge against - not because she's done anything to me, but because her actions and attitudes towards others(i.e. belittling her subordinates, status conscious etc.) have an impending effect on me that I just cannot accept such foul attitude from a person!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever since she joined us, there's been a "dark cloud" hanging over us (pardon me for the obvious innuendo). The working environment has been rather uptight, stressful, hypocritical, politically-divided etc. In short, not a very friendly place when you walk in - especially when you walk in on her 'screaming' at her staff!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Giving her the benefit of the doubt, as a friend, she can be a nice, loyal and good friend. As a colleague, she is intolerable. She's just not a Team Player - and she can never be one. She always wants to RULE and does not give anyone else the opportunity to SHINE!!! Anyone under her has to listen to her every needs and worries...and has to report directly to her and will be at fault if anything goes wrong (she won't claim liability for anything even though it might be her fault!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From my perspective, I could never find a good-side to her no matter how hard I looked. Everything she did or said comes out WRONG and critical of anyone she hates! When she hates a  person, she tries and infect others to do the same. Such vengence she has for that person can be so great that the entire firm is affected. How can one person have such a dual character and personality (I dunno)?!!! I do know that wherever she goes, whatever she does &lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;tak diberkati&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been 2 days since she left and you can tell the office mood has changed dramatically! Her staff are smiling and they don't look so stressed anymore. It is more 'peaceful' without her shouting her lungs out. No more sneaking around to chat with other staff....etc..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do hope that her absence will have a tremendous effect on the firm and everyone will work better in the coming New Year and our shortcomings will be lesser.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&lt;/em&gt;She has LEFT the Building--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-71990654607264356?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/71990654607264356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=71990654607264356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/71990654607264356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/71990654607264356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2006/12/dark-clouds-begone.html' title='Dark Clouds Begone'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-3342340368068370818</id><published>2006-12-22T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T15:25:39.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reactions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think I've been getting this a lot lately! Hmmm...have you ever received a call from an unknown number or a number that you've not installed in your handphone.....and when you pick up it is someone you never thought you'd hear from again?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I received such a call today. Like any other annonymous calls this one caught me by surprise. Although I have a very good memory of people I've come across in my life, I pretended as though I didn't have a clue who this person was. So I probed and asked further until her identity was revealed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This was a girl whom I went for religious classes with. Our houses used to be infront of each other and we went to each others' houses after school to play almost every day. We lost touch the moment I started boarding school. I never heard from her or heard of her until a few years back....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I thought I saw her go into OE (a jewellery shop) but I wasn't too sure until her friend called out her name. She looks the same, as skinny as ever (how I hate that)except that she's grown somewhat more beautiful and well-groomed than I remembered her. And sexy too!! Of course I didn't bother introducing myself then as I heavily pregnant and looking somewhat disshevelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now she's got my number and finally decided to call on me to catch up. Few years back there were rumours that she was dating the prince....and I wasn't too sure if they got married or not, but I got confirmation from my sources that they did and the princess wasn't too happy about it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So my questions to her in our short conversation was kind of weird:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I asked, "So are you married? Any kids?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As though I was 'fishing' for information that I didn't already know. In fact I am a &lt;strong&gt;doo-doo&lt;/strong&gt; in a sense because I don't bother intruding into other peoples' affairs. It's their perogative of whatever they choose to do. I shall not interfere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So we decided to meet up end of the week since I'll be back in JB. I bet she looks ever-so gorgeous and different compared to me....but I do want to know the truth of whether she did end up marrying &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;  or not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;===&gt; just wanted to hear from the horses mouth!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Although being myself, I am quite suspicious when someone calls me up out of the blue intending to meet up. I always fear that they want a favour out of me or they need some assistance in something. To me, it can NEVER be a casual meeting up or catching up with friends (&lt;em&gt;with the exception of a few of my dearest and closest friends!!!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, we'll see how things go and I shall definitely update you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;---CHEERIOS---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-3342340368068370818?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/3342340368068370818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=3342340368068370818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/3342340368068370818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/3342340368068370818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2006/12/reactions.html' title='reactions'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-5681190406097466925</id><published>2006-12-14T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T15:48:48.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disrespect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once upon a time I had a profound respect and admiration for a particular "&lt;em&gt;MENTOR"&lt;/em&gt; (let's call this person "M"). For obvious reasons, he had stature and wherever he goes people will look up to him. Nobody dares says "No". Nobody dares question his decisions - whether it was correct, wrong or not the very best decision he's made. In short, people were &lt;em&gt;afraid of him. &lt;/em&gt;And to  to lose respect for M is considered sinful because not only was he wise, most of the time he is correct!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was glaringly obvious that my respect for M was tremendous. Everything he asked me to do I did. Everything I did as instructions/advise from him, has been for my own benefit and I did them out of love and respect for him. Through that  I have succeeded till today. I wouldn't dare question him nor correct his decisions because they are usually good decisions and ever since I could remember he has been my No.1 MENTOR...UNTIL....I found his mentoring skills a bit too harsh and forceful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The whole idea of &lt;em&gt;mentoring&lt;/em&gt; is to "guide" the mentee to make good decisions and abide by good examples set by the mentor. It is a relationship that should have mutual respect for each other (be it the mentee respecting the mentor or vice versa). Thus, at the end of the day the mentee himself should decide &lt;em&gt;on his own &lt;/em&gt; whether to embark on that job or not. So mentoring should be about guiding and not &lt;em&gt;forcing a decision on the mentee nor is it about deciding for the mentee!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In this case, I find that M was being selfish because he took 2 mentees overseas out of pretence that the whole purpose of their trip was to have meetings with clients and secure jobs in that country. Neither of the mentees thought that they would be gone for more than 2 weeks because after all, families, friends and loved ones were left behind just for M.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;M didn't think about the needs of his mentees or those of his dependants before deciding to overstay his business visit. Out of the blue, M disclosed to his mentees that their trip will be extended for another month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Although frustrated and surprised by M's decision, the 2 menteess didn't dare question him nor did they rebel. They kept silent but behind M's back, they quietly poured out their anger to each other and (some) to their dependants. Neither of them could voice out their displeasure and bail out on M (also because M had their air tickets with him).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I find this very disconcerting and a very selfish act on M's part. Mentees may have had plans with loved ones for the coming New Year, Birthday, or Chirstmas but none of these mattered to M. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When they tried to discuss this with M, M gave an ultimatum they can't refuse. This was very unfair since the mentees too have their own careers, job and life to handle. One of the mentees faced a problem of unhappy clients and unpaid job if he follows M's decision. The other will face a problem with his loved ones for 'abandoning' them in their time of need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It didn't occur to M that many many people are relying on his mentees' return and mentees will face hardships in every aspect of their lives - just to please M. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Having said that, M's reasons for extending their stay is very valid and such an opportunity will may never crop-up again. It's a matter of devotion to God Almighty if they stay and embark on a pilgrimage they'll never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I, for one, do not object to embark on that pilgrimage but the timing is just not proper. The arrangements, the preparations, the circumstances and priorities just do not suit the occassion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So do you think these mentees will ever speak up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you think they'll discuss this inside out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you think they'll keep silent or protest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I suppose I'm in no position to decide for them but I still do not agree to M's method of mentoring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-5681190406097466925?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/5681190406097466925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=5681190406097466925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/5681190406097466925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/5681190406097466925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2006/12/disrespect.html' title='disrespect'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-6852365190519038190</id><published>2006-12-08T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:20:39.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Lucky Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch Today was the odd wandering around town routine instead of stuffing my face with FOOD FOOD FOOD!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't know what to have for lunch so I went to the bakery next door to grab a sandwich and wandered off to F.O.S!!! I thought I'd get Aemir more track pants for his park outings (to prevent him from grazing his knees again!) and at the same time I found myself 2 simple Tees to wear for my weekends at home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was happily scouting around the store...even decided to get my dear niece a nice frilly top and a matching frilly skirt for her birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I was queuing at the cashier, a tourist infront of me was paying for his purchase and his total bill entitled him 3 flasks. He immediately refused saying that "I have plenty of them at home. No thank you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The cashier looked at him in awe....I just smiled. Then he turned to me and said " Unless you want them"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hesitated for a while but looking at the shiny flasks before me I thought "WHY NOT!!!" So I thanked him profusely and shyly said " Ok I'll take one!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The cashier looked at me in awe (pulak)..."Why don't you take all 3?" (in Bahasa)."Erm...bolehlah"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actually I didn't want to seem greedy or show that I'm such an opportunist. But that is such a great opportunity and I'd be silly to turn down something like that!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So today, I feel like I'm the luckiest person in the world to be queuing infront of that tall blonde-haired guy. All I could think of was, "Thank you thank you thank you...."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's such a rare incident and I happily walked out with 3 flasks (black, orange and red)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I'm just as generous as that guy that I gave 2 away to the staff. Hmmmm....actually why did I open my big mouth?! (come to think of it...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I did it out of sincerity and hopefully my sincerity will be paid off one day. May the flasks be taken care and appreciated by their new owners......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I'm now a new owner of a black F.O.S flask!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006053519826130610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RXkTJy_UlrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/s9DME942DT8/s320/dec06-0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006053519826130626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RXkTJy_UlsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FHym4xMYL3g/s320/dec06-0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006053524121097938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RXkTKC_UltI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7xJhdd25w_0/s320/dec06-0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW... That got me thinking - Would a local/Malaysian do something similar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Would a local/Malaysian refuse the free gifts? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I think NOT! I do not blame our locals for acting that way because it is instilled in us to accept whatever that comes along our way. I, certainly, am not ashamed to say that I would not have declined the 3 flasks even though I have 3 more at home - Just because I can always present it as a &lt;em&gt;gift&lt;/em&gt; to someone or I can give it to my nieces/nephews for them to bring to school. In fact, before I accepted the flasks I didn't think I needed it but when offered I immediately thought that I &lt;u&gt;may&lt;/u&gt; need it in the future - perhaps for my own use or for my son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Would you call that &lt;em&gt;being greedy&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;making use of a rare opportunity?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Whatever it is, I came out of F.O.S benefiting from my own purchases because my purchase certainly didn't entitle me to even &lt;u&gt;one&lt;/u&gt; meezly flask!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Back to my question, Why can't Malaysians be&lt;em&gt; not so kiasu? &lt;/em&gt;Why do we think we &lt;u&gt;need &lt;/u&gt;everything in the world when we actually have enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Perhaps that should be a New Year's Resolution for 2007 - DO NOT BE SOOOOOO &lt;em&gt;KIASU!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc6600;"&gt;This resolution should definitely applies to me because I'm a self-proclaimed "treasure-keeper" (for lack of a better word; which simply means I LOVE keeping unnecessary JUNK!!!) Truly I find that somethings (in my case, usually ALL THINGS) are worth keeping for memories-sake. I feel that to give it up,to part with it would cause me to lose that part of the memory that I wish to remember forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc6600;"&gt;But of course, everyone knows truly well that one's memory fails you as you grow....so why the heck am I still keeping JUNK?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Only God knows....now I have to find a place to keep my new Junk!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-6852365190519038190?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/6852365190519038190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=6852365190519038190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/6852365190519038190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/6852365190519038190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2006/12/lucky-lucky-lucky.html' title='Lucky Lucky Lucky'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/RXkTJy_UlrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/s9DME942DT8/s72-c/dec06-0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-6540017969973403666</id><published>2006-11-23T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T16:31:13.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is one of those days that I feel I should be entitled to declare today a public holiday for myself!! The body's aching, the mind's gone totally numb, the clock is ticking wayyyy too slow, I'm dreaming, caffeine doesn't work anymore, keep looking out the window every few minutes, keep looking at the clock every few seco&lt;a href="http://www.cadbury.co.uk/CTBDEV2003/templates/funcards.aspx?NRMODE=Published&amp;NRNODEGUID={8EE4C6DB-D827-496C-A733-1C483FBA8C7D}&amp;amp;NRORIGINALURL=/EN/CTB2003/fun/fun_cards/&amp;NRCACHEHINT=NoModifyGuest&amp;amp;cardID={3D286D3D-E1E4-426B-AC37-76E85CBA42B4}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nds ....&lt;em&gt;blah blah blah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All I can think of right now is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wouldn't it be nice.......?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And guess what jingle comes to mind.....Not sure if you've heard it but when I was in Australia last it was such a catchy tune that my sis and I were singing it everywhere we went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heard of the Cadbury jingle which goes like ....&lt;em&gt;"wouldn't it be nice if the world was cadbury, dada dadda lalala.....wouldn't it be nice ...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Admittedly I don't actually know the full lyrics of the ad but we love the tune and we'll keep humming it or adding our own lyrics to the melody! Hmmmm....&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/689/4324/320/896278/piano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice to just stay at home and relax?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice to watch TV all day long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice to lay in bed after 7.30am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Even after 10am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice to have breakfast at 10am in your jammies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice to take a bath whenever you feel like it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice not to touch the computer for more than 48hrs? (&lt;em&gt;don't think I can make do for longer&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if I can shop all day long at my own pace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice to get presents from loved ones (no special occassion attached)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice to have a long warm bath now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice take a scenic drive alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice to have a picnic lunch in the park?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice to have a water fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice to jump on a trampolin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice to blow bubbles and catch them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ahh.....splendid picture perfect of my "Wouldn't-it-be-nice Day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-6540017969973403666?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/6540017969973403666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=6540017969973403666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/6540017969973403666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/6540017969973403666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2006/11/stop.html' title='STOP'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-8460441428094407902</id><published>2006-11-17T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T12:28:39.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces of 007s</title><content type='html'>Was driving towards the cineplex when my hubby received a call. Before you  know it, we made a detour to collect some documents from a colleague of his. In the midst of peak hour traffic, I was grumbling to him that we can't make it to the show on time ....afterall it is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;James Bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Honestly, I'm not a crazy fan of James but since there've been re-runs of his movies everyday - from Sean Connery, to George Lazenby, to Roger Moore, to Timothy Dalton, to Pierce Brosnan and now Daniel Craig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                It's a whole month of Bond Galore on Astro with all the Bond girls parading their booties and boobsies on screen, it's no wonder men and women the same are queuing up for the lastest Bond flick "Casino Royale".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               James Bond's character has been played by 6 actors and they each gave the character a unique personality, adding spice and originality, and James continues to be ageless, charismatic, sophisticated, unstoppable, witty and in a class of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.             Personally I think the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; Bond goes to Sean Connery who potrayed the character superbly with class. Sean &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/sc_large.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/200/sc_large.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;made Bond seem absolutely irresistible, charming and mysterious at the same time. With every Bond episode, although he may have aged a little, one couldn't agree with me more when I say he's even more attractive as he ages!! (&lt;em&gt;right ladies?!!!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's starred in 6 films: Dr. No (1962), From Russia with Love (1963), Goldfinger (1964), Thunderball (1965), You only Live Twice (1967) and Diamonds are Forever (1971) and unofficially in Never Say Never Again (1983).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/sc006.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/sc006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/sc006.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/sc029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/200/sc029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/sc012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/200/sc012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/sc006.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/sc047.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/sc047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;isn't he "delicious" to watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.              Next was George Lazenby and we know why he only starred as Bond &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/gl_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/gl_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ONCE!! This Australian lad had no previous acting experience before acting as Bond and I find him just to be a mediocre Bond in "On Her Majesty's Secret Service"(1969).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should trust me when I say "&lt;em&gt;tak steam" &lt;/em&gt;langsung!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/gl003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/gl003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/gl004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/gl004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/gl012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/gl012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Watch it and believe it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.              He was followed by Roger Moore. You'd always picture him as The Saint but &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; James Bond!!!(&lt;em&gt;at least I would anyway)&lt;/em&gt; Although I must say, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/rm_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/rm_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;even though he didn't potray Bond as a character with class and spohistication, Moore did bring about the witty and humourous side of Bond and movie-goers would agree that he was &lt;em&gt;funny as Bond! &lt;/em&gt;Needless to say Moore just wasn't as tough as Sean Connery's Bond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/rm041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He starred in 7 Films: In Live and Let Die (1973), The Man with the Golden Gun (1974), The Spy Who Loved Me (1977), Moonraker (1979), For Your Eyes Only (1981), Octopussy (1983) and A View to Kill (1985).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/rm009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/rm009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/rm034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/rm034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/rm041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/rm041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/rm019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/rm019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He was the un-secret- secret agent, everywhere he goes everyone knows his name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.             Timothy Dalton was a more controversial Bond. He introduced the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/td_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/td_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"dark", serious and hard-edged type of Bond, which most audiences do not like. This Bond had less time for ladies &lt;strong&gt;(weird)!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;He was unlike the smooth, suave character Sean and Roger potrayed. Although he was the closest thing to Ian Fleming's Bond in the book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Timothy only starred in 2 films: In the Living Daylights (1987) and Licence to Kill (1989).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/td025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/td025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/td009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/td009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/td012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/td012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/td006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/td006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fleming's Bond"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.             After 6 years without any Bond films, Pierce Brosnan made an explosive &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/pb_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/pb_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;performance in Goldeneye. Pierce Brosnan played a similar Bond like Sean did - smooth, has a way with the ladies, has witty comments for every occassion and showed also the "darker" side of Bond - proving that he's not invincible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pierce, who was the closest next best Bond, unfortunately only starred in 4 films: Goldeneye (1995), Tomorrow Never Dies (1997), The World is Not Enough (1999) and Die Another Day (2002).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/sc047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/pb004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/pb004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/pb008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/pb008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/pb026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/pb026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/pb045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/pb045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2nd Best Bond - Not too tall, Not too built, yet still Irresistible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/400/cr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest James Bond - Daniel Craig. Many people were surprised by the choice of the next Bond. He got the role from the likes of Hugh Jackman, Clive Owen and Joseph Fiennes. Many critics have doubted his ability to &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;play Bond but indeed in this year's latest Blockbuster &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Casino Royale"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Daniel has proved to audiences worldwide that he is capable of potraying James Bond including his charm, wit, sophistication, toughness and humour. Indeed we saw also the &lt;em&gt;softer&lt;/em&gt; side of Bond....which I must say is not &lt;strong&gt;typically Bond.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Daniel surprised me with his acting and his stunts. I must say he's the "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destructor Bond".&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;I've never seen a Bond so destructive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/cr_50_280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/cr_50_280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;throughout the movie he's destroying a truck, a car, a building and even Venice!! I supposed that complements the softer and lovable side of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/cr_45_280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/cr_45_280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/cr_15_280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/cr_15_280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Craig's the Hot Bond with the Hot Bod!   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**yummy**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not want to delve too much into Casino Royale for the benefit of those who haven't seen the film. Do head down to the movies...It is rather mesmerising and the humour is uncalled for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the movie................folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-8460441428094407902?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/8460441428094407902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=8460441428094407902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/8460441428094407902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/8460441428094407902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2006/11/faces-of-007s.html' title='Faces of 007s'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-6546841381921343042</id><published>2006-11-10T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:21:15.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black + White Uniform and....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyday I see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyday I wait and wait until they decide to let me go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyday they cause me to hate driving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyday I fear I might hit them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyday their faces change  (young, old and new)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But one thing remains....their black and white uniform and that &lt;strong&gt;MOUSTACHE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever noticed that our Malaysian Traffic Police most often than not wears a moustache together with their polished black and white uniforms? What is the deal there? Is that part of their uniform? If it is not mandatory why do they opt to keep moustaches?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my opinion, perhaps it is their way to look &lt;strong&gt;fierce&lt;/strong&gt; on the roads - which will hopefully keep those tyrants and offenders on their toes while on the roads. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But do you fear these traffic police with or without their moustaches? It doesn't make much of a difference to me because when you're driving at 80-100km/h you hardly notice the moustache or even the face of the traffic police. If not for their noticeable black and white uniforms, waving hands and whistles, perhaps most of them would have been knocked down by many drivers. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It should be mandatory for them to wear their luminous trench coat/rain coat (with or without the rain) which makes them even more noticeable; especially those "brave" traffic police that stands too close to vehicles while directing traffic at T-junctions!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not to say that I have no respect for them at all but today's YOUNG traffic police can be quite dumb! I'm not sure whether they know the traffic flow of KL roads for them to be stationed at strategic positions directing traffic in hope of easing traffic congestions. Instead, the traffic flow and congestion worsens because of them!! In that case we'd rather opt not to have a traffic police there to guide traffic and maintain using the traffic lights during peak hours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They do do their jobs but as a result of lack of traffic flow study, they are the cause of most traffic congestions in KL. For example, the junction at Berjaya Time Square on Jln Hang Tuah. Traffic police usually allows traffic from Puduraya to move along (at least about 15-20 mins) and during that time traffic along Jln Imbi, Jln Sultan Ismail, Jln Bukit Bintang and the rest has build up. So drivers can get stuck in a standstill situation for at least 40 mins before their lanes are allowed to pass. It is quite silly really!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some drivers even have time to drop-by the nearest ice-cream vendor by the roadside and finish off eating that ice-cream in that 40 mins of dull waiting. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do I do? Inspect buildings around me, watch pedestrians cross the road, keep a look out for strange characters on the road, clean my side compartments, touch-up my make-up or sing a-long to tunes on the radio!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's why during peak hours it is important to have GOOD Music on the radio - be it classical, jazz, blues, rock, or dondang sayang!!! Something must KEEP ME ENTERTAINED in that 40-60 minutes of standstill!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that's how I spend my time during my way back home.....observing our traffic police is just one of the things!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the way I think they look odd wearing long sleeved uniforms!! Don't they get HOT!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~~Travel Safe Home with.....Patience and Alertness!~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-6546841381921343042?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/6546841381921343042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=6546841381921343042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/6546841381921343042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/6546841381921343042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2006/11/black-white-uniform-and.html' title='Black + White Uniform and....'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-4885709596030007521</id><published>2006-10-12T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T16:46:04.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newfound Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Recently, a friend's been raving about a particular outlet near my office and I thought I'd "&lt;em&gt;check it out&lt;/em&gt;"! I've never come across or heard of this place until I found myself at its front doors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/carZ_index02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;From far, it does not seem like the kind of shop I would enter. The displays of the handbags &lt;strong&gt;MAY&lt;/strong&gt; entice me. I would definitely be intrigued by the flashing sequins, the shiny leather, the soft velvety look of the handbags but I would never picture myself stepping into such a boutique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was pleasantly surprised when I saw the range of colourful handbags, in all different shapes, sizes and design. It's handcrafted to the the finest and I can imagine the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eno&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/cameilladenim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/cameilladenim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rmously hole it will make in my wallet!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/200/cambroid2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/200/camembroid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And I was CORRECT! I had eyes on this messenger tote handbag called Cameilla Denim - with its beautiful embroidery ....but when I flipped the price tag, &lt;em&gt;*gulp* *gulp*....&lt;/em&gt; it's freaking RM498!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(i think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;No matter what, anything with a price tag above RM300 is &lt;em&gt;wwwaaaayyyyyy&lt;/em&gt; over my budget at the moment. If I were 8 years younger, without any financial commitments, family and son to support, I would have immediately bought that tote. Now that I'm older a wiser, I have learnt to opt for cheaper but similar quality goods. But of course, if &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; offered to buy for me, I wouldn't hesitate for a second!!! ---&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanks Darling, you're the BEST!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;That's not only all I liked from Carmenz. In a particular display cabinet there's a collection of Martine Harraca's jewellery. Just by looking at it, under the yellow light, it's absolutely &lt;em&gt;to die for&lt;/em&gt;. The crafted pieces with its unique design, adorned with Swarovski crystals and some with &lt;strong&gt;real diamonds!!!&lt;/strong&gt; The bracelet, the ring, the necklace, the earrings....are just screaming out ---- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;GLAMOUR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then, when you actually touch it, hmmmm.....it's plastic! Ok....not the cheap plastic microwaveable material or the Tupperware kind of material....it's a different sort of &lt;em&gt;expensive&lt;/em&gt; plastic. Apparently it's made out of some form of resin which can be hand-sculpted into jewellery, sculptures and big murals. In this case, the jewellery tells it all! Since I don't have any pictures with me, these Harraca's are amazing &lt;em&gt;(from FFFAAAARRRRRR)&lt;/em&gt; They look incredibly heavy, real and expensive (in 5-digit figures) but in fact, the bracelet costs about RM800 and the ring costs RM390. So that's not toooooo bad for "&lt;em&gt;plastic"&lt;/em&gt; jewellery! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Again, I wouldn't hesitate for a sec if &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; offers to get a set for me!!! &lt;em&gt;*hint hint* *wink wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yay!!!! At the end of my short lunch-hour shopping expedition, I came out a happy camper because I purchased 2 cute bracelets costing me RM10 each! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes yes...indeed I'm a &lt;strong&gt;cheapskate! &lt;/strong&gt;But what the &lt;em&gt;heck....&lt;/em&gt; as long as it looks decent, matches my outfit...I'm good to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/200/sabs-0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/200/sabs-0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-4885709596030007521?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.carmenz.com.my' title='Newfound Passion'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/4885709596030007521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=4885709596030007521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/4885709596030007521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/4885709596030007521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2006/10/newfound-passion.html' title='Newfound Passion'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-5422757335141436622</id><published>2006-10-12T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T15:18:19.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How old am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#f0fff0;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 30 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8fff8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-5422757335141436622?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/5422757335141436622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=5422757335141436622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/5422757335141436622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/5422757335141436622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-old-am-i.html' title='How old am I?'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-8963718448820492146</id><published>2006-10-12T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T10:37:01.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does my Sarcasm get to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have Your Sarcastic Moments&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/sarcastic-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're not sarcastic at all times, you definitely have a cynical edge.&lt;br /&gt;In your opinion, not all people are annoying. Some are dead!&lt;br /&gt;And although you do have your genuine moments, you can't help getting your zingers in.&lt;br /&gt;Some people might be a little hurt by your sarcasm, but it's more likely they think you're hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sarcastic Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-8963718448820492146?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/8963718448820492146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=8963718448820492146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/8963718448820492146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/8963718448820492146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2006/10/does-my-sarcasm-get-to-you.html' title='Does my Sarcasm get to you?'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-3192727860596872213</id><published>2006-10-12T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T10:20:28.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Bert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Bert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/bert.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely serious and a little eccentric, people find you loveable - even if you don't love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually feeling: Logical - you rarely let your emotions rule you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are famous for: Being smart, a total neat freak, and maybe just a little evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you life your life: With passion, even if your odd passions (like bottle caps and pigeons) are baffling to others&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/"&gt;The Sesame Street Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-3192727860596872213?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/' title='Hello Bert!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/3192727860596872213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=3192727860596872213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/3192727860596872213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/3192727860596872213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-bert.html' title='Hello Bert!'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-8929838464726357300</id><published>2006-10-12T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T10:15:20.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 53% Female &amp; 47% Male Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is 53% Female, 47% Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/brain.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female&lt;br /&gt;You are both sensitive and savvy&lt;br /&gt;Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed&lt;br /&gt;But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-8929838464726357300?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/8929838464726357300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=8929838464726357300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/8929838464726357300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/8929838464726357300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-53-female-47-male-brain.html' title='My 53% Female &amp; 47% Male Brain'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-3693992011019573888</id><published>2006-10-12T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T10:06:25.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me 65%Right Brain, You.....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 35% Left Brained, 65% Right Brained&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/brain.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You Right or Left Brained?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-3693992011019573888?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/' title='Me 65%Right Brain, You.....?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/3693992011019573888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=3693992011019573888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/3693992011019573888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/3693992011019573888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-right-brain-you.html' title='Me 65%Right Brain, You.....?'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-6047273601710284972</id><published>2006-10-11T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T16:36:04.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huffs and Puffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Betty Crocker? Martha Stewart? Jamie Oliver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/puffs2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm sure you've heard or come across these names before. It's a wonder how many recipes there are in the world and how do you pick out the BEST of the lot?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Recently, I've been on my &lt;em&gt;Baking-Craze Moods&lt;/em&gt; and instead of sticking to my late-grandmother's recipe I decided to be tech savvy and search for them on the Net. Surprisingly, I've collected a few (&lt;em&gt;mind u only ones that seem irresistible are selected!&lt;/em&gt;) and so far I've tried 3: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;1. Agar-agar Marble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;2. Cornflakes Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;3. Chocolate Chip (the so-called &lt;em&gt;Famous Amos recipe&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;So far, the BEST is still the Cornflakes one! Perhaps I love any cornflakes cookies so I'm quite biased. The other 2 needs a bit of adjustments here and there in order for it to be PERFECT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/puffs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/200/puffs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of late, I've been on a hunt for a Custard Cream Puff Recipe. But which one is the BEST and YUMMIEST of them all?!!! So far, I've got 2 recipes. It differs in ingredients and the filling. One has ingredients that I already have or can easily find but the other has ingredients that is difficult to find and its methods are complicated. Then the filling....some say Vanilla Custard, some say Custard Cream....so which one is the one I'm looking for? But some methods/ingredients are easy whereas some are difficult/complicated. Obviously I'm trying to opt for the easiest although I don't think making cream puffs is EASY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;It takes hours from start to finish....so no wonder you rarely find cream puffs sold everywhere!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/puffs4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/320/puffs4.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/puffs3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/200/puffs3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Got a few &lt;em&gt;delicious&lt;/em&gt; photos here.....and I didn't realise that cream puffs come in various Looks, Shapes, Sizes, Fillings and &lt;em&gt;of course TASTES!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Perhaps if any of you have a PERFECT recipe for me to try....do let me know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;(ps: esp a Custard Cream Puff recipe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/4324/1600/puffs3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-6047273601710284972?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/6047273601710284972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=6047273601710284972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/6047273601710284972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/6047273601710284972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2006/10/huffs-and-puffs.html' title='Huffs and Puffs'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-5399636587982123179</id><published>2006-10-06T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T12:34:43.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfamiliar Surroundings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Believe it or not, Moving Blogs is just like Moving House!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You have to 'pack-up' your previous blogs and transfer them to the new site. Don't forget to leaving a forwarding address in case anyone cares to reach you. But obviously, moving blogsites are easier than moving house. The former only requires you to &lt;em&gt;click&lt;/em&gt; on the mouse a few times and the computer will do the rest. So while I'm sitting on my &lt;em&gt;ass&lt;/em&gt; waiting for files to be transferred, I post you one question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Between a familiar, serene environment and the noisy, hustle bustle of city living - which one would you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This morning it dawned on me that the condominium we purchased in the city will be completed by April 2007 (&lt;em&gt;hopefully!)&lt;/em&gt; That means that we have to leave the lovely resort-like surrounding that we're used to and adapt to the noise, pollution and busy city life. Then I wondered, why &lt;strong&gt;did &lt;/strong&gt;we choose to buy a place in the heart of the city in the first place when the current place is perfectly fine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Initially, the idea popped up because we wanted to avoid spending most of our time getting caught in the worsening KL traffic congestion - getting to and from work and back to the quiet confinements of our resort. The only sounds we hear at our resort are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;screaming children in the playground/pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;neigbour's elephant footsteps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the lift "&lt;em&gt;ting"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;cars honking (rare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;faint sound of motorists on the highway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;birds, bees and flies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;aeroplanes taking off/landing at weird hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Those are my &lt;em&gt;familiar surroundings&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So what would it be like when we move to the city? I'm sure besides the noisy &amp; busy streets 24hours a day, there's also the exaggerated levels of air pollution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wouldn't it be unhealthy for my son to be running around at the playground or swimming in the pool? Is it a good &amp;amp; healthy environment to bring up kids? Of course one can say that since the new place is strategically located near the KLCC park and a nearby golf course, finding green spots should not be an issue. One can still experience living amongst the green whilst in the city. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fine...next comes the question of where's the nearest &lt;em&gt;Giant?&lt;/em&gt; Hmmm...this is a required necessity. Currently, a 5 mins drive would take us to Kelana Jaya's Giant (&lt;em&gt;choose between the big one n the small one&lt;/em&gt;). Upon moving into the city, the nearest supermarket would be Cold Storage at KLCC!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As most of you would know, CS is the most expensive supermarket to shop at. And even though we cut cost on travelling expenses, we'll spend the same amount if we have to shop at CS. &lt;strong&gt;*sigh&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then the nearest malls would be KLCC, Lot 10, Sungai Wang, BB Plaza, Berjaya Times Square and (if you're pushing it) Ampang Park or City Square (both of which have no shops that interest me much!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'll definitely miss my routine visits almost every weekend to One Utama, The Curve and IKEA. Not forgetting, TTDI wet market, Aunty Jenny's Tau Foo Fa, Uptown Kedai Runcit @ Subang Perdana and Rojak man beside Gazebo -&lt;em&gt;  just to name a few!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sacrifices one has to make in order to satisfy ones needs of better time management and time spent!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I hope I will be able to adapt easily with new unfamiliar surroundings and be as happy as I am at my current home! Till this move happens, I'll cherish whatever green view I own from my balcony and whatever fresh air I can inhale at the resort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-5399636587982123179?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/5399636587982123179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=5399636587982123179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/5399636587982123179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/5399636587982123179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2006/10/unfamiliar-surroundings.html' title='Unfamiliar Surroundings'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422897.post-115986004024217815</id><published>2006-10-03T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T15:59:19.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Moved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/3941/1600/sabs-0049.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/3941/1600/sabs-0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone else, I've exceeded my quota and decided to call it quits on Friendster and make Blogger my new-found home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very different environment here and I know that it will take time for me to get used to all the functions on this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hope that all my blogger fans and friends will visit me here from now on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a seat...Prepare yourself for an endless journey of stories with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE JOURNEY BEGINS.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422897-115986004024217815?l=sabraman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/feeds/115986004024217815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422897&amp;postID=115986004024217815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/115986004024217815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422897/posts/default/115986004024217815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabraman.blogspot.com/2006/10/weve-moved.html' title='We&apos;ve Moved!'/><author><name>Sab@Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811044317415921520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVs_q-Z8g/TT6J6y1vwFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOV_hGaiuPw/s220/fashion%2Bgrad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
