<?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-3598131977493265088</id><updated>2012-02-13T15:05:50.397+08:00</updated><category term='Dinara'/><category term='cloth diapers'/><category term='movie'/><category term='for sale'/><category term='milestone'/><category term='baby'/><category term='food'/><category term='family'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='song'/><category term='Dayana'/><category term='babywearing'/><category term='dolls'/><category term='jalan-jalan'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>the Funky Logic of C++</title><subtitle type='html'>synaptic cleft = i must always remember: i write for m.e.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>593</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-7018071427130605339</id><published>2012-02-10T15:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:05:50.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bubba bubba</title><content type='html'>according to Dinara's dictionary, bubba can mean 2 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) bubbles. when i whip out the bubble mix i bought from toys r us, she'd like up like a christmas decoration tree, throw her hands in the air, and go, 'BUBBA!'. and then chase after the bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) bibik. each time you ask her, 'mana bibik? panggil bibik!' she'll go 'bubba? bubba!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) i forgot about Bubba Gump. haha &amp;lt;- MY dictionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) this is also from my own dictionary, but to me bubba means 'bubba duck' - that cave duck-lookalike. haha. from Duck Tales, which is so old-skool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-caZaR1hgK_c/TzTP2kHZqZI/AAAAAAAAERI/-DWk7EV36Es/s320/ducktales-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707415164099864978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Life is like a hurricane here in Duckburg&lt;br /&gt;Race cars, lasers, aeroplanes - it's a duck blur&lt;br /&gt;You might solve a mystery or rewrite history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duck Tales, Oo-oo&lt;br /&gt;Tales of derring-do, bad and good luck tales, oo-oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-d-d-danger, watch behind you - there's a stranger out to find you&lt;br /&gt;What to do? Just grab onto some Duck Tales, oo-oo!&lt;br /&gt;Not pony tails or cotton tails but Duck Tales, oo-oo!&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/3598131977493265088-7018071427130605339?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/7018071427130605339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=7018071427130605339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7018071427130605339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7018071427130605339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/02/bubba-bubba.html' title='bubba bubba'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-caZaR1hgK_c/TzTP2kHZqZI/AAAAAAAAERI/-DWk7EV36Es/s72-c/ducktales-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-2685398177420926227</id><published>2012-02-09T12:45:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T16:20:32.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jalan-jalan'/><title type='text'>Andaman, Langkawi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-euVFpyvcfGg/TzTRzneeKxI/AAAAAAAAERg/MYcxJAozCXQ/s1600/langkawi_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-euVFpyvcfGg/TzTRzneeKxI/AAAAAAAAERg/MYcxJAozCXQ/s320/langkawi_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707417312485583634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;image from Google. circles on the map are where i basically spent my hols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during his Baker days, he collected quite a number of SPG (SPG: starwood preferred guest) points. so... the first night Significant Other redeemed 4,000 Starpoints and $60 for a night's stay here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Andaman, Langkawi&lt;br /&gt;Jalan Teluk Datai&lt;br /&gt;Langkawi,&lt;br /&gt;07000 Kedah,&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;Phone: (60)(4) 959 1088&lt;br /&gt;Fax: (60)(4) 959 1168&lt;br /&gt;check-in: 3pm, checkout: 12pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QHKyu5vMqUc/TzOAgs4iC5I/AAAAAAAAEQY/A4GDl1G-cbI/s1600/DSC02220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QHKyu5vMqUc/TzOAgs4iC5I/AAAAAAAAEQY/A4GDl1G-cbI/s320/DSC02220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707046452100991890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the Andaman, Langkawi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a member of the Starwood Hotels and Resorts, the Andaman is situated practically in the middle of nowhere, haha. ok i'm kidding. just head towards Teluk Datai and you'll reach the hotel just before you reach the Datai. the location is really secluded, you won't get a proper phone signal during your journey to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the place is gorgeous. the Andaman is surrounded by one of the world's oldest rainforests, so that kind of brings exclusiveness to the hotel. here you can find many 'posh' visitors, which is no wonder, since a stay here starts from rm1,050 a night. this was our second time staying at the hotel. to Significant Other, for the price that you pay, it is better that you spend 100% of the time here in your room to get your money's worth =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast wasn't inclusive for our stay. it didn't matter really (i'd rather go find a nearest mamak stall... aihhh kemut betul diriku ini =P~). the room itself was cozy already! Significant Other didn't understand how hotel beds are always the best - he was comparing to our mattress at home, as expensive as it was, it could never beat the comfort of any hotel bed. so... what's the secret??? =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag0vygaYNXA/TzN-fsovCBI/AAAAAAAAEPc/vZ4A3UVsm24/s1600/DSC02210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag0vygaYNXA/TzN-fsovCBI/AAAAAAAAEPc/vZ4A3UVsm24/s320/DSC02210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707044235831609362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the king-size luxurious bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had the most loveliest view of the Andaman's private beach. on the balcony doors there was a sign saying to always keep the balcony doors closed - monkeys had a tendency of breaking in. there's also an espresso machine in the room for coffee lovers, complete with 4 complimentary capsules. i tried making a cup, and since i'm no coffee lover i didn't really appreciate the machine that much =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hlj9kf7DMnU/TzN8mGLuBsI/AAAAAAAAEPE/E1A6k6XHZxw/s1600/IMG_3168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hlj9kf7DMnU/TzN8mGLuBsI/AAAAAAAAEPE/E1A6k6XHZxw/s320/IMG_3168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707042146745190082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seaview just before sunset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the bathroom? lovely. if i ever have the rezeki to build my own house, i want our bathroom to be modeled to the likes of that. with a walk-in closet of course, haha. the first thing Significant Other did was to take a soak in the bathtub (kesian, rumah kitorang manade bathtub2 nih). the hairdryer is super best too. you can dry your clothes with it like, instantly. wahahhahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh they also have this cool digital scale in the bathroom. and so the other day i tweeted:&lt;br /&gt;'i weighed myself naked: 40kg. i weighed myself fully clothed: 40.6kg ahahahahhaahhahaha'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QjGhPf3bX6w/TzN-gW3YLnI/AAAAAAAAEPo/URqXQExcqTQ/s1600/DSC02213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QjGhPf3bX6w/TzN-gW3YLnI/AAAAAAAAEPo/URqXQExcqTQ/s320/DSC02213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707044247167315570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the spacious bathroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ordered dine-in for lunch since we didn't want to drive out. ridiculously expensive if you ask me. rm43 for a burger? if you're a tourist from a country with a better exchange rate, rm43 is nothing. so we shared a meal between us. yummy, yes indeed. hole in pocket? that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5OtARVKBlY8/TzN-hMybUVI/AAAAAAAAEP0/KhVtSG86Ljw/s1600/DSC02216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5OtARVKBlY8/TzN-hMybUVI/AAAAAAAAEP0/KhVtSG86Ljw/s320/DSC02216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707044261642064210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the super-spensive burger haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our first night however, we drove out to Kuah town to have dinner with a good friend of ours who happened to be in Langkawi the same time we were there. Significant Other introduced Wan Thai, a thai restaurant situated in 'Langkawi Mall'. do not be fooled by the term 'MALL'. probably they could change the name to 'Langkawi Walk' or something. to me the restaurant was situated among buildings, and not inside a mall. ntah la. anyway landmarks for this restaurant is KFC, and is located right next to Bahagia Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restoran Wan Thai&lt;br /&gt;80-82, Langkawi Mall,&lt;br /&gt;Dundung, Jalan Kelibang,&lt;br /&gt;07000 Kuah, Langkawi.&lt;br /&gt;Open daily : 11.00am - 3.00pm and 6.30pm - 10.00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquires &amp;amp; Reservations&lt;br /&gt;Call: 04-9661214 &amp;amp; H/P: 012-4308014&lt;br /&gt;Fax: 04-9671214&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we miscalculated how far the Andaman actually was from Kuah so we arrived rather late (sorry babe -__-). the place was fully booked @_@. initially we were told the waiting time was 50 minutes, but i think Significant Other's luck worked, right after he parked the car, there was an empty table waiting for us, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what we ordered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- tom yam&lt;br /&gt;- asparagus&lt;br /&gt;- chicken&lt;br /&gt;- beef (okla, but not so nice imo)&lt;br /&gt;- omelet&lt;br /&gt;- rice&lt;br /&gt;- drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, i forgot to take pics of the food. but i did manage to take pics of the participants of the makan2 session =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6NBp15KPnSU/TzOAfdJx-qI/AAAAAAAAEQA/KQ3r79I9srw/s1600/DSC02217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6NBp15KPnSU/TzOAfdJx-qI/AAAAAAAAEQA/KQ3r79I9srw/s320/DSC02217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707046430698502818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HhR9ExOI_-w/TzOAfyq_Q9I/AAAAAAAAEQM/5xfx3aZncSg/s1600/DSC02218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HhR9ExOI_-w/TzOAfyq_Q9I/AAAAAAAAEQM/5xfx3aZncSg/s320/DSC02218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707046436474930130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serious sedap. i didn't know how but we managed to finish all the dishes between the four of us, minus the tomyam. the tomyam was nice but it wasn't really my style of tomyam. anyway... you should give it a try if you ever drop by Langkawi. i'd recommend you to reserve in advance though. i heard tourists come by the busload to try this restaurant @_@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hotel has many other tours and activities for guests to participate in, for a price. they have wonderful spas here too. i only registered for the complimentary nature walk (free ma =P). as expected Significant Other refused to follow, instead decided to rise to the challenge to waking up late T__T. only three of us participated, four if you count the tour guide. the other two was a couple on their honeymoon, inai was still visible on their fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok only now i just know that a banana tree would bear fruit once in its entire lifetime. hahaha even Significant Other knew that, chis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to see with my own eyes a monkey patrolling the balconies and actually trying to pull the balcony doors open and break into the rooms. smart wooo the monkeys @_@. our tour guide mentioned that once a tourist left the balcony doors open, went to the bathroom and when he came out, he found a group of monkeys in his room watching television. and between water and a can of beer, the monkey would take the beer @_@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQqNRWFcTv4/TzOBX3I3uOI/AAAAAAAAEQk/7NilaLLkF8k/s1600/DSC02227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQqNRWFcTv4/TzOBX3I3uOI/AAAAAAAAEQk/7NilaLLkF8k/s320/DSC02227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707047399746681058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the evil monkey plotting it's next steal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh according to the tour guide, Daia (who studied marine bio btw), there are more visitors to the Andaman compared to the Datai. and the Datai is much higher priced than the Andaman. so maybe that's one of the reasons..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lWIjdmpymt4/TzOBYbHT3QI/AAAAAAAAEQw/79n9QShOlMg/s1600/DSC02232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lWIjdmpymt4/TzOBYbHT3QI/AAAAAAAAEQw/79n9QShOlMg/s320/DSC02232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707047409403813122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;morning walk participants. the tiny one's Daia, our tour guide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after checking out and leaving our bags at reception, we went for a swim! or more like soaking in the pool. it was hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot, we were literally baking ourselves in the sun. i know many of the tourists were, they love a good suntan. and then after that we headed for the beach. just to take pics. i'm not sure why i'm not such an enthusiastic beach fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCtTpNZhv6k/TzN86M3-RpI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/5MFLT4kk6Lw/s1600/IMG_3171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCtTpNZhv6k/TzN86M3-RpI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/5MFLT4kk6Lw/s320/IMG_3171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707042492138800786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wading in the hot sun. i wish i had a yacht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Andaman has a coral farm too, you know. it was recently established in December 2011, a little pool where they restore coral before putting them back into the ocean. the hotel holds quite a number of coral-related activities, you just need to contact the front desk for more details. we only went there to take pics =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ob6eh_2N2ZE/TzOBY-v-xEI/AAAAAAAAEQ8/W6PevUc-Nig/s1600/DSC02241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ob6eh_2N2ZE/TzOBY-v-xEI/AAAAAAAAEQ8/W6PevUc-Nig/s320/DSC02241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707047418969637954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coral farm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Z19N-e0kUM/TzTTGi1SmnI/AAAAAAAAERs/AszS6T_eQYI/s1600/DSC02245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Z19N-e0kUM/TzTTGi1SmnI/AAAAAAAAERs/AszS6T_eQYI/s320/DSC02245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707418737168259698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cleaning the sand on our feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verdict:&lt;br /&gt;1.our first visit was so much more pleasant than our second visit, in terms of treatment comparison. for one thing, during our first visit, when we arrived at the front door there was someone there to help park our car while we went to check-in (strike!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.according to Significant Other, the staff didn't seem as friendly as last time. they didn't smile as much (strike lagi?). i barely noticed. i was too busy trying to absorb the Andaman's surroundings a second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.as an SPG member Significant Other requested for late checkout during check-in but the request wasn't immediately granted. he had to complain at reception before they finally allowed a two-hour extension, due to the hotel being fully booked. also, he told me the person at reception didn't seem to believe that he was a gold member status (strike!). in my opinion, the hotel looked totally empty, so who's to say what they're telling us is true? go figure. i didn't want to make a scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thumbs up to the Andaman, i'd definitely come again =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pics later. i think that's the wrong monkey picture i posted there. there's two types of monkeys lurking around the Andaman. one is good, one is evil. kah kah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-2685398177420926227?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/2685398177420926227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=2685398177420926227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2685398177420926227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2685398177420926227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/02/andaman-langkawi.html' title='Andaman, Langkawi'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-euVFpyvcfGg/TzTRzneeKxI/AAAAAAAAERg/MYcxJAozCXQ/s72-c/langkawi_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-8099033569413813588</id><published>2012-02-09T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T15:16:24.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMoz--7jQcQ/TzNyj15rgsI/AAAAAAAAEO4/VuxlkE-AD5w/s1600/IMG_3197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMoz--7jQcQ/TzNyj15rgsI/AAAAAAAAEO4/VuxlkE-AD5w/s320/IMG_3197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707031112898544322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok i'm back... and i'm so lazy to write anything. probably later when my brain has reheated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-8099033569413813588?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/8099033569413813588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=8099033569413813588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/8099033569413813588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/8099033569413813588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/02/home-again.html' title='home again'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMoz--7jQcQ/TzNyj15rgsI/AAAAAAAAEO4/VuxlkE-AD5w/s72-c/IMG_3197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-1914680432129687531</id><published>2012-02-03T15:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T15:09:21.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rush for holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the long holiday, i'm heading up North!&lt;br /&gt;don't know if my iPhone battery can last throughout the &lt;strike&gt;day&lt;/strike&gt; night until i reach my destination...&lt;br /&gt;so don't think i'll be updating via my apple.&lt;br /&gt;so... if i ever get my hands on a PC, you'll know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for now... packing and running errands before then...&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/3598131977493265088-1914680432129687531?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/1914680432129687531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=1914680432129687531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/1914680432129687531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/1914680432129687531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/02/rush-for-holiday.html' title='rush for holiday'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-2076821388425511217</id><published>2012-02-03T11:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T11:40:47.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for sale'/><title type='text'>miss selfridge fs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DqkGp36th9k/TytVLzmGL3I/AAAAAAAAEOg/SLIA4C6esao/s1600/34C36HMUL_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DqkGp36th9k/TytVLzmGL3I/AAAAAAAAEOg/SLIA4C6esao/s320/34C36HMUL_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704747014311784306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Petites Fuchsia Ladder Bodycon Dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purchased this a month ago for about rm203. worn once only.&lt;br /&gt;selling for rm160 inclusive postage.&lt;br /&gt;color: fuschia&lt;br /&gt;size: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more details about the outfit at Miss Slefridge's &lt;a href="http://www.missselfridge.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?beginIndex=0&amp;amp;viewAllFlag=&amp;amp;catalogId=33055&amp;amp;storeId=12554&amp;amp;productId=3528435&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;sort_field=Relevance&amp;amp;categoryId=208119&amp;amp;parent_categoryId=208117&amp;amp;pageSize=40"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;do leave a comment if you're interested. thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-2076821388425511217?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/2076821388425511217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=2076821388425511217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2076821388425511217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2076821388425511217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/02/miss-selfridge-fs.html' title='miss selfridge fs'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DqkGp36th9k/TytVLzmGL3I/AAAAAAAAEOg/SLIA4C6esao/s72-c/34C36HMUL_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-3916258484521305418</id><published>2012-02-02T14:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T15:10:38.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babywearing'/><title type='text'>out then in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this wrap has got to be the most short-lived carrier ever stepped into my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eri7zbbdcR8/TyoyYvdSo2I/AAAAAAAAEOI/fT58DbPVSVE/s1600/IMG_3132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eri7zbbdcR8/TyoyYvdSo2I/AAAAAAAAEOI/fT58DbPVSVE/s320/IMG_3132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704427278655726434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no worries. something else came by today to fill its void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_rChN7kbuIw/TyoyYRyVVRI/AAAAAAAAEN8/ISnmAfg2rzc/s1600/IMG_3146a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_rChN7kbuIw/TyoyYRyVVRI/AAAAAAAAEN8/ISnmAfg2rzc/s320/IMG_3146a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704427270690919698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess you could say i evolve by weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody wants ini? chanteks wehhh~! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LM38PRSPS6Q/Tyo0IHFTXeI/AAAAAAAAEOU/NlbkurNYma4/s1600/_MG_2682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LM38PRSPS6Q/Tyo0IHFTXeI/AAAAAAAAEOU/NlbkurNYma4/s320/_MG_2682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704429191963041250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, my parcel from reggiesdolls still hasn't arrived =(&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/3598131977493265088-3916258484521305418?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/3916258484521305418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=3916258484521305418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/3916258484521305418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/3916258484521305418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/02/out-then-in.html' title='out then in'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eri7zbbdcR8/TyoyYvdSo2I/AAAAAAAAEOI/fT58DbPVSVE/s72-c/IMG_3132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-3869897969530796971</id><published>2012-01-31T15:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T16:15:39.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reading is good</title><content type='html'>it's been awhile since i've read ANY book... blogs don't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when i'm going to make time to khatam all 4 books in the Twilight series @_@. Significant Other suggested buying the box set while we were in US last time, but many of the stores said they were out. so i improvised... bought my own 'boxed' set - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;individually&lt;/span&gt; bought. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope i won't throw up reading the book. i'm still not a Bella fan. Edward and Jacob, yes, maybe =P. probably a Renesmee fan, but we'll see. i'd rather wait for the movie than khatam the last book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s9ZMVUJ4jFg/Tyec58mVoMI/AAAAAAAAENM/ysDh-cccjZA/s1600/IMG_3081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s9ZMVUJ4jFg/Tyec58mVoMI/AAAAAAAAENM/ysDh-cccjZA/s320/IMG_3081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703699972421427394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all 4 books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's another Book i've been trying to look for but until now can't find the exact same one: my sister's Tafsir. it's so cool, it's just the right size, it's fat, and i think the font is still bearable. i've come across a lot of small ones with ridiculously tiny font; i'd need a magnifying glass to read it @_@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad has been &lt;strike&gt;pestering&lt;/strike&gt; reminding me to read at least twice a week. God knows how long since my last, sigh. i must remind myself to do better this year. well, let's hope i'm not just hot hot chicken shyte, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r05IaXdKQUw/TyeeFZ8povI/AAAAAAAAENw/ctgW919z8CE/s1600/IMG02057-20120126-1036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r05IaXdKQUw/TyeeFZ8povI/AAAAAAAAENw/ctgW919z8CE/s320/IMG02057-20120126-1036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703701268789830386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Myra's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZToCIzOZu7Y/Tyed-7OjaFI/AAAAAAAAENk/YH8Rye9UtDc/s1600/IMG_3129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZToCIzOZu7Y/Tyed-7OjaFI/AAAAAAAAENk/YH8Rye9UtDc/s320/IMG_3129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703701157464205394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the best i could find. that's Wine Chartres, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier today during lunch while waiting for a friend, me and Maz dropped by a couple of shoe stores - Ecco, to compare shoe prices (she just got a pair from overseas, much cheaper i presume than if you buy it here), and since Aldo was just opposite the store, i decided to step in for abit. and fell in love with these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xYN9nMxpEhM/TyedgPZA4YI/AAAAAAAAENY/mJdxFlvZUJM/s1600/IMG_3125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xYN9nMxpEhM/TyedgPZA4YI/AAAAAAAAENY/mJdxFlvZUJM/s320/IMG_3125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703700630300844418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;velvet + colorful = i loike!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the height is still within one index finger =P but the price range isn't. so... i can only snap a photo and continue dreaming =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. i found out that you can encash a cheque without having to wait the usual 3 days, provided you a) get approval from the cheque issuer (you need an extra signature for that), and b) you encash at the cheque's issuing branch. they'll call up the person who's issuing you the cheque for verification purposes btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is Federal Territory holiday! weehoo! if you're a territory employee and smart, you would've planned your leave so that you'd have the 1st until the 7th off. aso?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-3869897969530796971?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/3869897969530796971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=3869897969530796971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/3869897969530796971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/3869897969530796971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/reading-is-good.html' title='reading is good'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s9ZMVUJ4jFg/Tyec58mVoMI/AAAAAAAAENM/ysDh-cccjZA/s72-c/IMG_3081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-5935113026203874184</id><published>2012-01-30T17:09:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T14:57:33.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mua skincare</title><content type='html'>i'm bored, so today i'm gonna further bore you with my daily skincare regime. i'm simply writing this down with hopes that i'll continue being so the very rajin in slathering gunks of cream on my face on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since i'm a mom i very more often than not skip my daily facial routine. i'd always leave the house looking like i just woke up (wahahahahah) hence my products would last wayy longer than they should, teruks kan? getting the kids ready is stressful enough, i barely have enough motivation to put on my makeup after all the hassle. aaaaand i don't dress up for work either. if we do, they'd ask us whether we were going for an interview, or whether we were attending a party after work. poyo kan. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the husband would just ask me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'why are you wearing specs?'&lt;/span&gt; T___T.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'you sponsor me lasik first, boleh?'&lt;/span&gt; i'd retort back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyways, since i'm entering three series i might as well start somewhere, right? i'm not getting any older (although to most i still look like i'm in my early 20s, childless to boot =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;strike&gt;forced&lt;/strike&gt; usual skincare regime:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-QgYTG6j4g/TyeNpGGZuXI/AAAAAAAAEMo/iW4mtD0M-FU/s1600/IMG_3124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-QgYTG6j4g/TyeNpGGZuXI/AAAAAAAAEMo/iW4mtD0M-FU/s320/IMG_3124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703683190239639922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) facial wash - Olay&lt;br /&gt;2) toner - Amway? (only when i feel like it)&lt;br /&gt;3) pre-essence - Loreal&lt;br /&gt;4) moisturizer - Olay&lt;br /&gt;5) mac thingy (it goes on before foundation for a smoother finish) - MAC&lt;br /&gt;6) foundation - MAC&lt;br /&gt;7) blusher - elianto&lt;br /&gt;8) eye shadow (only when i feel like it)&lt;br /&gt;9) lipgloss / balm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nightcare:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) facial wash&lt;br /&gt;2) toner (only when i feel like it)&lt;br /&gt;3) pre-essence&lt;br /&gt;4) moisturizer&lt;br /&gt;5) eye cream - clinique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for a free skin analysis about 3 weeks ago (the day i bought my mom's birthday present) and the lady condemned me for not using eye cream and skipping sunblock. hahaha. she said whatever protection from the UV u slathered on your face in the morning would be gone by lunchtime. so reapplying was the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even bother reapplying my makeup during the day, do you actually think i care about whether my my makeup was still in place, or if my moisturizers have dissolved completely? (haih. teruk punye perempuan T___T). i don't even bring a makeup bag with me around, only the basic compact powder, and lippies. tu pun buat berat beg, i rarely reapply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't use toner either. if my results were correct based on the questionnaire that i took, the Skin Type Solution mentioned that my skin type didn't need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the analysis was completed, the lady said i'd benefit by adding 3 products into my daily regime, can you guess which ones? - pre-essence (for pigmentation), sunblock AND eye cream (duh. the ones i told her i wasn't using hahah). and guess how much the pre-essence cost: rm295 *faints*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told the lady i'd think about it. the next day i headed to Guardian and bought Youth Code, at a much cheaper price, haha. both products claimed to have a visual effect after 7 days usage, well, i'm not really sure. but i did realize the day i stopped skipping my skincare routine, some people started to notice that i looked slightly different than normal. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even Significant Other did, ok. well, that's something. the Statue Of Liberty could be relocated right outside our bedroom window and he wouldn't even notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ntah la. i've tried a couple of different brands of skincare but i've never noticed any difference after usage. so to me it made no difference if i used the higher end or the lower end skincare products *touch wood*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i inherited good skin. amin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-5935113026203874184?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/5935113026203874184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=5935113026203874184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/5935113026203874184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/5935113026203874184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/mua-skincare.html' title='mua skincare'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-QgYTG6j4g/TyeNpGGZuXI/AAAAAAAAEMo/iW4mtD0M-FU/s72-c/IMG_3124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-160067235251106497</id><published>2012-01-27T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T18:16:53.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little something before i head home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;a funny snippet i took from Facebook's newsfeed.&lt;br /&gt;pssst. Dini, this is for you! =P~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DEI9yeyCQl4/TyJ4zID94cI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/jM1d303N3as/s1600/397865_2930982266150_1008800723_33029950_1864984627_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DEI9yeyCQl4/TyJ4zID94cI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/jM1d303N3as/s320/397865_2930982266150_1008800723_33029950_1864984627_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702252897937252802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaandddd.... meet my annoying brother-in-law, the one that came back to Malaysia for just 6 days before going back to the UK T____T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's currently holidaying in Bangkok, hopefully not going 'bengkok' as what his mom keeps telling him not to become while there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. isn't the cutie pie in the pic with him adorable???? =P~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BTYxfhs0aek/TyJ4mj7jkMI/AAAAAAAAEME/uon99YIw3E0/s1600/405818_2871459541599_1113181472_2918387_487804802_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BTYxfhs0aek/TyJ4mj7jkMI/AAAAAAAAEME/uon99YIw3E0/s320/405818_2871459541599_1113181472_2918387_487804802_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702252682079867074" border="0" /&gt;&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/3598131977493265088-160067235251106497?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/160067235251106497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=160067235251106497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/160067235251106497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/160067235251106497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-something-before-i-head-home.html' title='a little something before i head home'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DEI9yeyCQl4/TyJ4zID94cI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/jM1d303N3as/s72-c/397865_2930982266150_1008800723_33029950_1864984627_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-385110584673900377</id><published>2012-01-26T13:12:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T10:23:27.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dayana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinara'/><title type='text'>and now... the kids</title><content type='html'>- the kids love eating telur rebus you get at weddings. the downside is, they only eat the egg white, and ignore the egg yolk. the other day Dayana ate nothing at the wedding except 5 eggs. Mak Teh had to donate hers to Dayana, apparently our 4 bijik tak cukup. she refused to eat rice @_@. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dinara knows how to say 'nak aiiii' (nak air). she says that each time she wants a drink from our cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the other day Dinara saw Dayana drinking vitagen, she eagerly walked up to her elder sister and said 'nak!'. after waiting expectantly and getting absolutely nothing, she tried reaching out her hand for the vitagen (kedekut benor Dayana hokeh). so instead i brought her to the kitchen to get a new one for her. she had no problem drinking from the tiny straw, but she loves to play with the straw. then tak reti nak cucuk balik straw. if normal big straws she'd take a long sip and dribble the liquid down her front T__T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- one time Dayana saw me staring at her and she told me, 'Mommy, jangan tenyok!' i was blur at first, until she put out a hand to block my line of vision, while the other hand she sneakily used to korek hidung. wahahhahahahaha. she has now learned how to pronounce 'tengok' properly, because one night she came up to me as i was playing Smurfs on my iPhone and asked, 'mommy, can i tengok your iPhone?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- as what i mentioned in my previous post, after tiring herself out walking, or just because she doesn't want to anymore, Dinara would just stop and plop herself onto the ground. she thinks it's a free country to just rest anywhere she wants to. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- according to Dayana, she's the Princess, adik dia pulak dia kasi jadi Pirate -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dayana just found out the existence of Bananas in Pajamas. if before she'd ask for Dora or Alvin on the iPad, this time it's Bananas all the way @_@. if not mistaken, Disney Junior will be showing it soon next month. somehow i am not a Bananas in Pajamas fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dinara knows 'nak', 'no', but not 'yes' T___T. big fan of Fresh Beat Band, no thanks to her elder sister. bukan main seronot meloncat depan tv whenever the show is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more if i can remember later on =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-385110584673900377?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/385110584673900377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=385110584673900377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/385110584673900377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/385110584673900377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-now-kids.html' title='and now... the kids'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-2720272969891417545</id><published>2012-01-26T11:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T11:54:10.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just because he wants me to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;like the title of this post says. someone's flying already, and he loves it.&lt;br /&gt;he passed his JAR Phase I, so on to the next phase. don't ask me what comes next. i just go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day he asked me to rehearse his conversations with the ATC. and now each time i start the car, he'lls start parroting away like my Insight is the long lost &lt;strike&gt;brother&lt;/strike&gt; sister of the D40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get alot of questions each time someone asks me what's he currently doing now.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think the easiest answer would be 'he's pursuing his midlife crisis'. hahahah *ok lari sebelum the husband reads this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M4xNFPGHweM/TyDMVc03D9I/AAAAAAAAELg/n5ICvDPvlXo/s320/IMG_3090a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701781797138272210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qeQ4w58R1fY/TyDIhw_jDPI/AAAAAAAAEK8/hiCJyTeHkBY/s1600/IMG_3091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qeQ4w58R1fY/TyDIhw_jDPI/AAAAAAAAEK8/hiCJyTeHkBY/s320/IMG_3091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701777610663726322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-2720272969891417545?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/2720272969891417545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=2720272969891417545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2720272969891417545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2720272969891417545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-because-he-wants-me-to.html' title='just because he wants me to'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M4xNFPGHweM/TyDMVc03D9I/AAAAAAAAELg/n5ICvDPvlXo/s72-c/IMG_3090a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-2826891465024451166</id><published>2012-01-26T10:28:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T15:02:45.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jalan-jalan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>long overdue family outing</title><content type='html'>so how was ur CNY? i didn't have to endure the traffic rush because i spent my holidays at home. Significant Other came back for the weekend again, and surprisingly the brother-in-law showed up out of nowhere (and for less that a week pulak tu, seriously that's one express holiday) so the mil was, as expected, super happy to have her bickering family all together under one roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mil complained that we weren't bonding even after sitting under one roof, so we decided to haul the whole family to Ikea. and it's under these circumstances that Significant Other then and there starts thinking of getting an MPV for the whole family @_@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he tells me to sell my car (which is barely 6 months old) and get an Exora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tells him, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'what for???! MPVs are only useful during weekends when the whole family is around. IF everyone is around!'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i tells him, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'driving an MPV to work is sooo not cool ok. i'd be downgraded to makcik from hot chick!'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true. whoever drives an MPV i automatically label them as a family person. goes without saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P. and just the other day he was telling me that he needed to keep up with reputation by buying an Audi right after he graduates T__T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tells him, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'seriously you'll be too busy painting the skies you won't have time to enjoy the ride. and who cares to even know what car you drive, anyway?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, if anyone does care, feel free to let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK anyway, as always we dropped by that mini Ikea cafe for the usual ice cream and curry puffs. the cafe was still chairless, with only tables for people to perch around while eating their hotdogs and curry puffs. the last time i was there, the elder kids were abusing the baby chairs by sitting on them @_@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UQuqj3Ka5Y0/TyC-4rc4C5I/AAAAAAAAEIs/GsrVvZzhvx4/s1600/IMG_3053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UQuqj3Ka5Y0/TyC-4rc4C5I/AAAAAAAAEIs/GsrVvZzhvx4/s320/IMG_3053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701767009196837778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;curry puff Ikea... nyumm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rfmE6wikUk8/TyC-42taJ4I/AAAAAAAAEI4/-Y_utlPDDqU/s1600/IMG_3055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rfmE6wikUk8/TyC-42taJ4I/AAAAAAAAEI4/-Y_utlPDDqU/s320/IMG_3055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701767012218972034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the three stooges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8yzpw6cnaL8/TyC-5aD_rpI/AAAAAAAAEJE/Jqs2kR9Ns60/s1600/IMG_3056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8yzpw6cnaL8/TyC-5aD_rpI/AAAAAAAAEJE/Jqs2kR9Ns60/s320/IMG_3056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701767021708947090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Auntie Enn teaching us how to camwhore using a mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i notice during outings whenever Dinara's tired of walking or refuses to (i'm not sure which one), she'll squat on the floor, and to add extremities she'll just land her butt on the ground tengah2 medan tak kira wherever. worse come to worse she'll just lie down flat, tanda protest tak mau jalan dah kot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-msxOiilgpEE/TyC_9eGzu8I/AAAAAAAAEKw/X13yKQFdbmI/s1600/IMG_3058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-msxOiilgpEE/TyC_9eGzu8I/AAAAAAAAEKw/X13yKQFdbmI/s320/IMG_3058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701768191025593282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dinara penat jalan, so she found a pillow and decided to landing kejap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was quite depressing. most of the stores at One Utama were closed for the holidays. pfffft. that's one thing i dislike about this particular holiday. Dayana decided to throw up her dinner all over the floor after running around and coughing exaggeratedly. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the morn of Chinese New Year, we dragged the whole family to Empire for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxuoomNTV0I/TyC_PD--tAI/AAAAAAAAEJo/mZxlcbsqH8w/s1600/IMG_3067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxuoomNTV0I/TyC_PD--tAI/AAAAAAAAEJo/mZxlcbsqH8w/s320/IMG_3067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701767393739453442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La Bodega&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-loKCh2T34-o/TyC_dXBUGHI/AAAAAAAAEKY/BU_2Ta-EOzE/s1600/IMG_3063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-loKCh2T34-o/TyC_dXBUGHI/AAAAAAAAEKY/BU_2Ta-EOzE/s320/IMG_3063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701767639367686258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she was so hungry she starting chewing on the sugar packets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhkWDxUw8ds/TyC_dyJN8dI/AAAAAAAAEKk/JsMe5V8VHDg/s1600/IMG_3061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhkWDxUw8ds/TyC_dyJN8dI/AAAAAAAAEKk/JsMe5V8VHDg/s320/IMG_3061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701767646648594898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Significant Other's &amp;lt;3 latte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RmV8Dch5EGE/TyC_QK0-W2I/AAAAAAAAEKA/xe_EqA0RC18/s1600/IMG_3065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RmV8Dch5EGE/TyC_QK0-W2I/AAAAAAAAEKA/xe_EqA0RC18/s320/IMG_3065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701767412756405090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my Eggs Benedict with Hollandaise sauce and smoked salmon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iSVpnH1cQYM/TyC_PoiqPZI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/BpqpKLAkg-s/s1600/IMG_3066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iSVpnH1cQYM/TyC_PoiqPZI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/BpqpKLAkg-s/s320/IMG_3066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701767403552783762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Auntie Enn with her breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqo2xSpFFW4/TyC_QmgvNRI/AAAAAAAAEKM/JOwL4hD7F28/s1600/IMG_3064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqo2xSpFFW4/TyC_QmgvNRI/AAAAAAAAEKM/JOwL4hD7F28/s320/IMG_3064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701767420187718930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XMCPG98DC5M/TyeRik07AeI/AAAAAAAAEM8/frfPA7V1C5A/s1600/IMG_3096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XMCPG98DC5M/TyeRik07AeI/AAAAAAAAEM8/frfPA7V1C5A/s320/IMG_3096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703687476275249634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;accidentally switched with Amal's poached eggs, oops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kEDJ3R5Voyw/TyeRiVNM9QI/AAAAAAAAEM0/dvV9MWi36jY/s1600/IMG_3099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kEDJ3R5Voyw/TyeRiVNM9QI/AAAAAAAAEM0/dvV9MWi36jY/s320/IMG_3099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703687472082121986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone! sans Uncle Akmal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6upaYl-Dnc/TyC_O9E-xZI/AAAAAAAAEJc/Gf34AHmbYIY/s1600/IMG_3068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6upaYl-Dnc/TyC_O9E-xZI/AAAAAAAAEJc/Gf34AHmbYIY/s320/IMG_3068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701767391885575570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the bill for 5 adults + 2 kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 6ish or so dropped Significant Other off at KLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day i went to have lunch at my parent's place. i managed to do abit of spring cleaning - getting rid of old bags, old purses, momentos yg kecik2 that i kept for some reason (like keeping the glass bottle of this sparkling juice i had during a lunch marathon with a dear friend), salvaging my old photos, my old letters received from my pen friends, rescuing my stuffed toys, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also used to have many notebooks which i would either a) sayang nak pakai, or b) i'd write the beginning of my so-called novel, but never got around to finishing it T__T, so there'd be alot of empty pages in the book. so i flipped through them to see which ones i could give my mom for her to copy down recipes (and do sudoku puzzles i expect) when i came across a page in one of my books, in my own handwriting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D9TSft9RWQs/TyDI2FwUzKI/AAAAAAAAELU/TqVS4VLFfn8/s1600/IMG_3082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D9TSft9RWQs/TyDI2FwUzKI/AAAAAAAAELU/TqVS4VLFfn8/s320/IMG_3082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701777959834406050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was a big fan of calligraphy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night we had a mini farewell dinner for the brother-in-law at Chillis. i am such a big fan of salmon, btw. i just don't fancy it smoked because it'll taste weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was the end of my CNY hols. the end =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-2826891465024451166?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/2826891465024451166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=2826891465024451166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2826891465024451166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2826891465024451166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/long-overdue-family-outing.html' title='long overdue family outing'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UQuqj3Ka5Y0/TyC-4rc4C5I/AAAAAAAAEIs/GsrVvZzhvx4/s72-c/IMG_3053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-1632786170629438513</id><published>2012-01-25T12:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T12:00:39.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babywearing'/><title type='text'>wordless - holunder aqua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t1SCX5NXUgc/Tx-A3mrkPII/AAAAAAAAEIg/OA2YAjP8eEU/s1600/620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t1SCX5NXUgc/Tx-A3mrkPII/AAAAAAAAEIg/OA2YAjP8eEU/s320/620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701417346038774914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didymos Holunder Aqua&lt;br /&gt;60% cotton, 40% linen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didymos, please make more! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don't know why i still bother... the best company would be the one that listens to its customers, right? well... take a look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi-O4GrmIbA/TyDPrmTbM1I/AAAAAAAAEL4/C5yxXikODDQ/s1600/IMG_3075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi-O4GrmIbA/TyDPrmTbM1I/AAAAAAAAEL4/C5yxXikODDQ/s320/IMG_3075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701785476174394194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aaaaaaaa.... bite me.&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/3598131977493265088-1632786170629438513?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/1632786170629438513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=1632786170629438513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/1632786170629438513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/1632786170629438513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/wordless-holunder-aqua.html' title='wordless - holunder aqua'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t1SCX5NXUgc/Tx-A3mrkPII/AAAAAAAAEIg/OA2YAjP8eEU/s72-c/620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-5289661529231091318</id><published>2012-01-23T00:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T01:11:09.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>year of the dragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3sBA1t5rc0g/Tx2TpOXFiGI/AAAAAAAAEII/mCHiQwWLbKU/s1600/How-To-Train-Your-Dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3sBA1t5rc0g/Tx2TpOXFiGI/AAAAAAAAEII/mCHiQwWLbKU/s320/How-To-Train-Your-Dragon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700875039759763554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pic source: Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wishing all the Chinese out there a very prosperous Chinese New Year&lt;br /&gt;and Happy Holidays to the rest of the nation...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Chinese calendar is ushering the year of the Dragon this year!&lt;br /&gt;very good year to make babies! (so they say =P).&lt;br /&gt;no baby from me though.&lt;br /&gt;to single parents handling &amp;gt;1 kid on their own: i salute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorely tempted to watch this movie again though. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yCj_1Io549E/Tx2TpQD6ruI/AAAAAAAAEIU/l5anL5CjJog/s1600/toothless-how-to-train-your-dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yCj_1Io549E/Tx2TpQD6ruI/AAAAAAAAEIU/l5anL5CjJog/s320/toothless-how-to-train-your-dragon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700875040216231650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can i keep him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-5289661529231091318?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3sBA1t5rc0g/Tx2TpOXFiGI/AAAAAAAAEII/mCHiQwWLbKU/s72-c/How-To-Train-Your-Dragon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-3139348211385556523</id><published>2012-01-19T16:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T11:28:30.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dayana'/><title type='text'>Dayana likes school</title><content type='html'>my Dayana is a big girl now.&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't throw a fuss whenever she gets ready for school in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;she takes her breakfast every morning (although after 1 week of coco crunch she started to mogok, errr sape tak boring? lol).&lt;br /&gt;she puts on her shoes, sometimes by herself, sometimes we assist her because she is suchhhhhhhh a siput.&lt;br /&gt;then we get into the car, and off we go to her school.&lt;br /&gt;once we get out of the car, i give her a hug and a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't need me to hold her hand.&lt;br /&gt;we walk up to the school gates together, and she waves goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;"goodbye mommy!" she says cheerfully to me. &lt;br /&gt;and in she goes, a teacher would be there awaiting the students at the gate.&lt;br /&gt;she knows she'll be back home a few hours later.&lt;br /&gt;and she goes home with transit.&lt;br /&gt;my little lady has grown =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes Dinara will insist to follow, poor her, she never gets to go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;so when Dinara comes too, she'll get a kiss on the face from the elder sister.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes she asks, "adik nak ikut, ke?" rather excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;not that she cares really, lol.&lt;br /&gt;i just tell her adik is still small, she won't be going to school just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how i know she likes school?&lt;br /&gt;i remember the first day i was there, the teachers were singing songs with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;she refused to participate in anything then.&lt;br /&gt;so one evening we were in my room, hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;then out of the blue she started singing... humming. words weren't clear.&lt;br /&gt;but it sounds exactly like the song the teachers sing every day with the kids at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was also really really happy with the new Deuter bag i got for her.&lt;br /&gt;all pink and girly, exactly how she likes her things to be - PINK T__T.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes her milk bottle remains untouched at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;we put a bottle in her bag, for one of those cranky days.&lt;br /&gt;a sign that she's too preoccupied at school to even ask for her milk bottle =)&lt;br /&gt;let's hope she doesn't lose any belongings.&lt;br /&gt;else labeling might be in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's rubbing off her. in a good way. amin~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's Dayana's first work of art in school =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j01sKNVG-Lk/TxZGcNjJfSI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/YBUICyNOnkA/s1600/IMG_2990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j01sKNVG-Lk/TxZGcNjJfSI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/YBUICyNOnkA/s320/IMG_2990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698819828971306274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Dinara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, she gets to conquer the iPod Touch sorang2 at home while the Kakak's away, hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-3139348211385556523?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/3139348211385556523/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j01sKNVG-Lk/TxZGcNjJfSI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/YBUICyNOnkA/s72-c/IMG_2990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-3011050410795202927</id><published>2012-01-18T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T00:42:11.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>world without free knowledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...is uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T__T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PusrEdcNo0c/TxbYByD4bZI/AAAAAAAAEHk/4iZ18IB0AuM/s1600/wiki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PusrEdcNo0c/TxbYByD4bZI/AAAAAAAAEHk/4iZ18IB0AuM/s400/wiki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698979903613463954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intellectual Property, such as movies, music or writing that, in the digital age, can easily be copied and transmitted online without payment to their creators. hence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOPA - the Stop Online Piracy Act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIPA - the Protect Intellectual Property Act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can read the gist of it &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2087673/Wikipedia-blackout-Loopholes-galore-websites-SOPA-PIPA-shutdown-protest.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this is about the only interesting news for today. apart from a high rise building under construction that caught fire in the wee hours of the morning, which might have caused the uncalled for jam on Federal Highway on a supposedly smooth Wednesday morning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-3011050410795202927?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PusrEdcNo0c/TxbYByD4bZI/AAAAAAAAEHk/4iZ18IB0AuM/s72-c/wiki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-5533615089781674029</id><published>2012-01-18T12:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T11:32:08.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>less words Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the following photos are in no particular order, just a few photos taken during the past week or so that i'd like to share here =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8TZHZJ-p__M/TxZG1CHY_sI/AAAAAAAAEHA/ui9enzHXGAs/s1600/IMG_2958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8TZHZJ-p__M/TxZG1CHY_sI/AAAAAAAAEHA/ui9enzHXGAs/s320/IMG_2958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698820255398821570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone started flying yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I97ocaPC3TE/TxZGrE7FeCI/AAAAAAAAEG0/1OL3XkRBUug/s1600/IMG_3016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I97ocaPC3TE/TxZGrE7FeCI/AAAAAAAAEG0/1OL3XkRBUug/s320/IMG_3016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698820084353824802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's tougher than it looks, says he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uDt1ffT0KOs/TxZGcWogUqI/AAAAAAAAEFc/dDqnY3Rqvu0/s1600/IMG_2993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uDt1ffT0KOs/TxZGcWogUqI/AAAAAAAAEFc/dDqnY3Rqvu0/s320/IMG_2993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698819831409693346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what i found hidden in my drawers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rmbDMB4mtY4/TxZG1fmrp5I/AAAAAAAAEHQ/w04J-5MQNYg/s1600/IMG_2954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rmbDMB4mtY4/TxZG1fmrp5I/AAAAAAAAEHQ/w04J-5MQNYg/s320/IMG_2954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698820263314696082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanted this but i was too slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oRynJXYTJTw/TxZGqpZZ2bI/AAAAAAAAEGo/9EsG-TBUMUA/s1600/IMG_3015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oRynJXYTJTw/TxZGqpZZ2bI/AAAAAAAAEGo/9EsG-TBUMUA/s320/IMG_3015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698820076964796850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the furthest mileage i have ever pushed my car to achieve on empty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMbFtxgbiFE/TxZGqLuu7kI/AAAAAAAAEGc/pbYa2EyiJrE/s1600/IMG_3005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMbFtxgbiFE/TxZGqLuu7kI/AAAAAAAAEGc/pbYa2EyiJrE/s320/IMG_3005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698820069001195074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what we did Saturday night while the kids dozed in the car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-znOWUS-MLWg/TxZGdvZwttI/AAAAAAAAEF0/8F2fvJQ9n2w/s1600/IMG_2999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-znOWUS-MLWg/TxZGdvZwttI/AAAAAAAAEF0/8F2fvJQ9n2w/s320/IMG_2999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698819855238608594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ada orang tu kempunan Garrett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHwNOXr_O8w/TxZGp4YVB7I/AAAAAAAAEGQ/gtTATJj-psM/s1600/IMG_3002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHwNOXr_O8w/TxZGp4YVB7I/AAAAAAAAEGQ/gtTATJj-psM/s320/IMG_3002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698820063806949298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy sibuk membeli Garrett, anak sibuk berposing with Reese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nyyXlOoNwSg/TxZGdzQW4pI/AAAAAAAAEGA/WCAn2xGmKuA/s1600/IMG_3001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nyyXlOoNwSg/TxZGdzQW4pI/AAAAAAAAEGA/WCAn2xGmKuA/s320/IMG_3001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698819856272908946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garrett Garrett Garrett...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a8uhNMxWJ0A/TxZGcnxpiaI/AAAAAAAAEFs/UWUx9OAN3yI/s1600/IMG_2997.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a8uhNMxWJ0A/TxZGcnxpiaI/AAAAAAAAEFs/UWUx9OAN3yI/s320/IMG_2997.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698819836011448738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and... i want this too tapi sudah sold out T__T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy Wednesday =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-5533615089781674029?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8TZHZJ-p__M/TxZG1CHY_sI/AAAAAAAAEHA/ui9enzHXGAs/s72-c/IMG_2958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-5636521764317564322</id><published>2012-01-13T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:39:39.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hanging in lcct</title><content type='html'>so i'm here waiting for Significant Other to arrive. i've been here for almost an hour already. his flight was supposed to arrive at 10pm but somehow he got bumped up a flight, due to arrive at 9pm instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why am i here so early? a friend's idea. told me MEX was congested due to the rain, so here i am, super early, haha. baru nak cari makan, kebuluran dari tadi... earlier today i was craving for maggi so i dropped by mamaks for a maggi fix during lunch. i didn't want to fix one at home if not the kiddos sibuk nak menumpang T__T and for me maggi obviously tak mengenyangkan (i'm a rice fan all the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... if only there were better choices of food at the terminal. i felt like going for old-style nasi goreng *ahem* in comparison to the modern-style kopitiams. but in the end i randomly chose this Asean food corner which looked more like a mini food court. the food is so-so but it'll have to do. the terminal had a proper food court but it's located at the further end of the terminal T_T. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished a plate of nasi lemak and i still feel hungry, but maybe it's my heart that's on empty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooh, gtg. his flight's just flew in. have a gr8 weekend people. Sultan Kedah's birthday is this weekend, so someone is going home a day later than usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, if you notice, it doesn't really matter who reigns as the Sultan or Agong, the birthday for the respective states is still the same date every year. i was just thinking about it because someone posted on FB asking that since the current Agong is the Sultan of Kedah, couldn't the other states get a holiday too? hahahah (and obviously that person doesn't work in Kedah). but i wouldn't mind if the Agong's birthday gets shifted to a different date. it always fall on Saturday, which means we employees who work for companies who don't acknowledge Saturday holidays will rugi one day leave. aihhhhzzz~~~ =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-5636521764317564322?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/5636521764317564322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=5636521764317564322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/5636521764317564322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/5636521764317564322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/hanging-in-lcct.html' title='hanging in lcct'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-2447447644568234845</id><published>2012-01-12T17:07:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:41:17.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mommy's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was my mom's birthday yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;sorry no cake this year, tukang sponsor kek tengah jauh nun di penang.&lt;br /&gt;probably next year mommy boleh dapat free dental inspection once the aspiring doctor comes home =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy XXth birthday Mommy! we *heart* you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a small rushed birthday dinner last night. some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SMsIBFgTSOU/Tw6jb35avAI/AAAAAAAAED4/Ibarfj2dDt0/s1600/IMG_2980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SMsIBFgTSOU/Tw6jb35avAI/AAAAAAAAED4/Ibarfj2dDt0/s320/IMG_2980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696670277926829058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the birthday person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oYzFnNh07xc/Tw6kCBN467I/AAAAAAAAEEs/Yhbs-cL565o/s320/IMG_2971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696670933263641522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cik kiah #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GsdjN3LoQDc/Tw6kBGMZ0iI/AAAAAAAAEEk/hcq5NmG6mkc/s1600/IMG_2973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GsdjN3LoQDc/Tw6kBGMZ0iI/AAAAAAAAEEk/hcq5NmG6mkc/s320/IMG_2973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696670917419717154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sleepyhead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qmHKfEtfM_k/Tw6mJNoDMsI/AAAAAAAAEFE/1Z4TBWJ0Gro/s1600/IMG_2974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qmHKfEtfM_k/Tw6mJNoDMsI/AAAAAAAAEFE/1Z4TBWJ0Gro/s320/IMG_2974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696673255876932290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54Z02lQ1R6E/Tw6kAR_jj4I/AAAAAAAAEEI/fg5oxKuZkdI/s1600/IMG_2978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54Z02lQ1R6E/Tw6kAR_jj4I/AAAAAAAAEEI/fg5oxKuZkdI/s320/IMG_2978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696670903407185794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the menu (the restaurant name was Islamic something)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UQ-NfGsRvc8/Tw6kCbK8t8I/AAAAAAAAEE4/nXGPCLBYzgU/s320/IMG_2965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696670940230629314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muka terkexut tengok waiter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h1Fh1LeebRU/Tw6jbb7Be9I/AAAAAAAAEDs/dRM2g20gTr8/s1600/IMG_2981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h1Fh1LeebRU/Tw6jbb7Be9I/AAAAAAAAEDs/dRM2g20gTr8/s320/IMG_2981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696670270417370066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kids food; Dayana bantai pizza, Dinara munched on fries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9pPulUazS8k/Tw6jbKFkfFI/AAAAAAAAEDg/vr08cgIc0Uk/s1600/IMG_2982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9pPulUazS8k/Tw6jbKFkfFI/AAAAAAAAEDg/vr08cgIc0Uk/s320/IMG_2982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696670265629768786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spaghetti vongole, a bit too oily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-seSX-qygtZ4/Tw6jZ0pFuEI/AAAAAAAAEDU/sLLPFvphqtM/s1600/IMG_2983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-seSX-qygtZ4/Tw6jZ0pFuEI/AAAAAAAAEDU/sLLPFvphqtM/s320/IMG_2983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696670242693298242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anakku curik minumanku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UjiuqgJ05UI/Tw6jZb-jRVI/AAAAAAAAEDI/PrygEpxQBRI/s1600/IMG_2984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UjiuqgJ05UI/Tw6jZb-jRVI/AAAAAAAAEDI/PrygEpxQBRI/s320/IMG_2984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696670236072428882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sleepyhead kelaparan sebenarnya =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlights of the day:&lt;br /&gt;- each time Dinara finished a fry she expertly wiped her greasy hands all over my jeans&lt;br /&gt;T___T&lt;br /&gt;- after downing a slice of pizza, Dayana came up to me and threw up all over my jeans&lt;br /&gt;T_________T&lt;br /&gt;- Dayana hid behind my mom's chair to do her 'business'.&lt;br /&gt;T_____________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the best highlight of all:&lt;br /&gt;- the mom's look on her face when she thought only a card and dinner was enough. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry mommy, didn't know what you'd like, but i hope u love it anyway =)&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/3598131977493265088-2447447644568234845?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/2447447644568234845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=2447447644568234845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2447447644568234845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2447447644568234845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/mommys-birthday.html' title='mommy&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SMsIBFgTSOU/Tw6jb35avAI/AAAAAAAAED4/Ibarfj2dDt0/s72-c/IMG_2980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-4900755862981661925</id><published>2012-01-11T14:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T15:05:53.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishful thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;meet Dinara. lol.&lt;br /&gt;erm, her name was not inspired by this ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RyDb33m6xJg/Tw0zSrapEXI/AAAAAAAAECk/fv8YY0SxPrY/s320/393751_10150464606589549_749024548_8604922_1336116469_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696265499678675314" 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;br /&gt;just for the curious, her name was actually inspired by this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XcJqnKnwmRE/Tw00X_wIBVI/AAAAAAAAEC8/uEFWaH4M1mc/s320/Dinara_Safina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696266690548467026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if size does matter, you could go for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GozNaDX-Fjc/Tw0zSqPwbvI/AAAAAAAAEC0/YQJypgAlqJo/s320/390425_304541976255441_100000989246777_870574_1169704302_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696265499364585202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing: WISHFUL THINKING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photo source: my friends (do pm me if u'd like to remove them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is as close as i can get to actually seeing one for now =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-4900755862981661925?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/4900755862981661925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=4900755862981661925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/4900755862981661925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/4900755862981661925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/wishful-thinking.html' title='wishful thinking'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RyDb33m6xJg/Tw0zSrapEXI/AAAAAAAAECk/fv8YY0SxPrY/s72-c/393751_10150464606589549_749024548_8604922_1336116469_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-4885052574296262043</id><published>2012-01-11T10:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T10:38:11.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinara'/><title type='text'>reviving Elmo</title><content type='html'>last night it rained so as usual the house blacked out. the kids started shrieking so i pulled the curtains aside so we just stood at the window watching the rain pour (unlike our super special house, the neighbor's house was still brightly lit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the darkness we started singing, taking turns with Dayana, while i held Dinara in my arms, swaying to the songs. after a few renditions i noticed Dinara went all quiet on me. true enough, she fell asleep in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but never fear, for once the electricity was restored, her battery restored too -_-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought some cikai AA batteries at Tesco the other day with intention of reviving the Singing Elmo that we brought back from Houston last year. Elmo consumes 6 batteries, which is why each time the batteries are dead i'd procrastinate replacing them (because batteries aren't cheapppp!!!!). we have four Elmo's at home, two stuffed ones, two mechanical ones. the older Tickle-Me-Elmo seems to be suffering from calcium malnutrition, once he bends his legs he's unable to get back up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back then when we first brought Elmo home, Dayana was too young to appreciate, and Dinara has never seen Elmo in action before. so the kids waited and watched as i took out the screwdriver,  unscrewed the battery compartment and replaced the batteries. and then see how they'd react to a talking toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clearly Dinara was mesmerized, Dayana got all excited and had all eyes only for Elmo. kedekut summore, tak kasi adik dia tekan2 Elmo, tsk. so i gave her the older Elmo, which was only able to move his arm and say 'that tickles!' then burst into a fit of giggles. Dinara will then pulun try to get Elmo's arm to stop moving. haha. she even knows where to press Elmo to get it to laugh. unfortunately each time she tries to press Elmo's tummy, it'll fall over. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a video of the kids and Elmo but i don't oftenly post vids on my blog, i dunno why. i'm still trying to figure out how to upload the vid to iCloud though @_@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, Dinara found the screwdriver i forgot to keep, and you know what she did? she grabbed Elmo's foot and tried to unscrew the battery compartment, lol (so she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; observe what i do, after all). most of the time she doesn't seem bothered to understand what i tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an example of not even bothering to listen to what i say is when i try to teach her the action moves for the 'head and shoulder' song. when we sing 'head and shoulder, knees and toes', she'll put her hands to her head and look as if she's nursing a migraine. hahahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinara dances by turning around in circles nonstop until she gets dizzy and plops to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently Dayana kept getting me to play 'ring around the roses' with her (i think she watches too much Angelina Ballerina these days), so for fun i asked Dinara to join too. she hasn't gotten the concept except that  she would always volunteer to hold hands whenever we go round in circles. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayana stole my last piece of kani mayo yesterday. i think she likes it because kani mayo contains crabstick, one of her favorite food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-4885052574296262043?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/4885052574296262043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=4885052574296262043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/4885052574296262043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/4885052574296262043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/reviving-elmo.html' title='reviving Elmo'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-8314004141930967267</id><published>2012-01-10T15:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T16:48:50.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>a necessity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-11F0BeHzkVo/TwvvaIdkonI/AAAAAAAAECA/pLPaNWb05eA/s1600/IMG_2935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-11F0BeHzkVo/TwvvaIdkonI/AAAAAAAAECA/pLPaNWb05eA/s320/IMG_2935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695909385967280754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;new year toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remember my &lt;a href="http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/makeover.html"&gt;HOMAIGOD&lt;/a&gt; post on my compact foundation?&lt;br /&gt;well, it was really about time to replace my existing CD foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my first time using this brand.&lt;br /&gt;i find these two things a necessity in entering the world of 3-series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok la, tipu, the second item wasn't a need, it was more of a want =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the salesgirl made me look really flawless lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously contemplating Shiseido's eyeshadow at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;and nekid palette. grrrr.&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/3598131977493265088-8314004141930967267?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/8314004141930967267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=8314004141930967267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/8314004141930967267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/8314004141930967267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/necessity.html' title='a necessity'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-11F0BeHzkVo/TwvvaIdkonI/AAAAAAAAECA/pLPaNWb05eA/s72-c/IMG_2935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-6741585507288886075</id><published>2012-01-10T14:35:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T16:34:30.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dayana's progress</title><content type='html'>regarding Dayana's school experience, remember i said 'so far, so good?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her second day there was already tell tale signs of her not wanting to be there, beginning with the refusal of voluntarily entering her classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the third day (Monday), she was a gone case. started screaming the moment she saw me putting on my shoes T__T. i had to leave her screaming at the door because i had a meeting at 2.30pm. sigh. after school that day she showed me her name tag, teacher stuck an '0' there. then she proceeded to ask me whether i knew if it was either a zero, the letter 'O', or merely just a circle T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i come to pick her up at the end of her school day, her reaction was always the same: 'mommy, you're home!'. when i ask her if she wants to come again, she'll says OK (after giving it much thought lol). she never makes a fuss while getting ready for school (selalunye they'd mogok even before stepping out of the house, right?). but she'll start to be apprehensive the moment we reach her school. teacher says to give it a month for her to adjust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i sent her for the morning session because i couldn't secure a transit for her for the afternoon session. kepala pusing mak, semua orang couldn't send or pick her up, everyone was busy. yesterday i had to go home all the way from work just to pick her up and send her. so the teachers were kind, they allowed me to switch to morning session, where i could send her in the mornings, and they managed to get someone to help me drop her off at home after school. today she behaved OK when i left her, after bribing her with milk. i think the afternoon session clashed with her nap time, hence the crankiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just now i called the house during lunch time, heard she got home safely. now to double confirm her transit to see if the arrangement is OK or not for a full year. gee how i wish her school was walking distance to begin with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yesterday she finally got her headscarf, so here she is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DbcLjMz1H4/TwvttBRD2uI/AAAAAAAAEBc/6gU2lej4HD8/s320/IMG_2951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695907511430011618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ustazah Dayana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was quite amazed she even wanted to wear it. i was anticipating having to wear one too only would she wear hers, but this morning no arguments from her. sweet! now, to figure out how to label her stuff so that her stuff doesn't get mixed up at school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayana has gone back to the phase where she would throw herself onto the floor in protest, and starts rolling all over the floor, bawling her eyes out. i let her be. she unwinds faster that way. and she'll fall asleep easily afterwards. her antics will last longer if you tegur her, so better not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh look, someone has gotten a makeover. doesn't she look sweet? =D #modegiladolly am waiting for her shoes in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vxDh2omO7_o/TwvlSpYEesI/AAAAAAAAEA4/LoAa-Le4YSA/s320/photo%25281%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695898262247340738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hannah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swallows is flying off to a new owner. as much as i love red, i'm not so in love with it's density for a wrap. i guess you say they're great for toddlers, but this mommy isn't strong enough to wrap a 10-kilo kid. recently Natibaby has made a bunch of mamas angry over how they handle their releases (think: cashmere swallows). what's the point of getting everyone all excited only for them to make a 1:50 ratio wrap quantity for a release? and those who actually do end up with one will eventually sell at a hiked up price. pfffft. oh and ziegel is leaving too, to bring justice to its new owner. i kinda miss my mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x1RbqsCfxu4/TwvlrbrikjI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/qpCH-UMIS8g/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x1RbqsCfxu4/TwvlrbrikjI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/qpCH-UMIS8g/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695898688067637810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye bye red-beige&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YSgGy5lvqNI/TwvlTEg9fgI/AAAAAAAAEBE/SZr2x919qtk/s1600/IMG_2121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YSgGy5lvqNI/TwvlTEg9fgI/AAAAAAAAEBE/SZr2x919qtk/s320/IMG_2121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695898269532388866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye bye ziegel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-6741585507288886075?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/6741585507288886075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=6741585507288886075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6741585507288886075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6741585507288886075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/dayanas-progress.html' title='Dayana&apos;s progress'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DbcLjMz1H4/TwvttBRD2uI/AAAAAAAAEBc/6gU2lej4HD8/s72-c/IMG_2951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-8501086402207143710</id><published>2012-01-09T08:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T15:54:26.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweltering Sunday</title><content type='html'>i woke up today with a very bad backache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. the weather was super hot too, pasang aircond pun tak terase. once you turn it off, or bukak je pintu bilik, whoosh the cold air seems to seep away (i dread to think about this month's electric bill sigh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then  i realized after updating my phone to ios5, my phonebook doesn't have the option to add or edit. so i googled and it says i need to merge with iCloud. i didn't want to do that because Significant Other had tons of contacts, i didn't want my contacts to be cluttered with his friends, many of whom i don't even know, and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so no choice, i took the plunge. i enabled the option to sync with iCloud, and the next thing i know, my contacts are 0, and none of my contacts were even synced into iCloud contacts. grrrr. stress saya! tried restoring backups in iTunes, but the only thing i succeeded in doing is messing up my applications, and the phonebook was still 0. sigh. cacat lah iTunes ni. ke cacat lah iPhone? nyampah seribu. i'm starting to hate technology a little bit more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the biggest swaying factor was i was cooped up the whole day with the kids in the room. didn't go anywhere, didn't know where to go anyways. the kids created a huge masterpiece out of my bedroom with water, milk, their toys, crayons, cheerios... T__T. then they started fighting over things, Dinara began to be clingy and didn't allow me to chillax on the bed without her, Dayana bocor and didn't bother to tell me (hampeh! help!!!!) and wanted everything her little sister touched (sigh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time i'm dragging them to the playground. or somewhere. maybe i should bring them to the new library like Significant Other suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i keep making frequent trips to the toilet yesterday. i think my tummy keeps getting aggravated by spicy food. i'm also stressed out as Dayana's van bailed out last minute. it seems that it's difficult to get afternoon transport =(. didn't help that mil's car battery konged out yesterday. oh yeah... at this rate i think i might have to skip lunch today @_@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad weather + lost contacts + hyper kids + cooped up in room whole  day = tiger lily T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i got to see my sunrise yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so now i'm running late. sia-sia saja i set my alarm clock to 6.45am. i think i'm purposely ignoring my alarm clock these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;update: my ex-deskmate helped me to restore my contacts! i heart deskmate! (p/s. sila jangan diconfuse dengan ex-deskmate yang satu lagi ya =P). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-8501086402207143710?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/8501086402207143710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=8501086402207143710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/8501086402207143710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/8501086402207143710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/sweltering-sunday.html' title='sweltering Sunday'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-359533701634479939</id><published>2012-01-06T23:23:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T16:46:58.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my Friday</title><content type='html'>some updates for today before i fall asleep waiting for that expected Skype call:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dayana didn't complain as she got dressed for her second day of school but tarik muka again when we entered the classroom... terus mintak susu T__T. i left promptly because if not she'd never participate in her class activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dinara pandai shake her head no. furiously pulak tu. she babbles quite alot now. she understands what we tell her and sometimes try to repeat some of the words we say. like the other day my mom tried teaching her the word 'tree', she managed to pronounce the word, although air liur tersembur merata. hahaha. she saw Wan exercising once, stretching her arms up and down, then dia pun started to tiru by swinging her arms around too, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VUmgX2MLoP8/TwvuEFvIgaI/AAAAAAAAEBo/D3FxbimIkSs/s1600/IMG_2930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VUmgX2MLoP8/TwvuEFvIgaI/AAAAAAAAEBo/D3FxbimIkSs/s320/IMG_2930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695907907766878626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so... does she look more like me now? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dinara is also a bit impatient. if we ignore her in any way, she'll come to you and give u a tap. serious. bila Bibik lambat suap nasi, she will come over and 'tap tap' and reachable body part as if she's trying to say 'oy, don't forget about me!' or when i forget to layan her, she'll come up to me and 'tap tap tap' she goes. haha. too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- another example of her impatience is whenever i sing to her Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, belum habis lagi lagu she already clap her hands and say 'yay!' (macam tak sabar benar nak suruh mommy dia berenti nyanyi, tak sedap kah? T__T).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the weather after the New Year has been hot hot hotttt even the aircond tak terase during the day. i washed one of my denser wraps in the evening (around 4pmish), it dried completely just before midnight. panassss hokeh~ i snoozed for 15 mins on the bed and i woke up drenched with sweat @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- today just about isya' Dayana told me dia nak solat. hmm. she must've learnt this at school, i've always refer to prayers as sembahyang and not as solat. so i bentang sejadah for her and let her go at it. ntah brape kali ntah dia sujud, must be more than 20 times. when i asked her if dah habis, she sed, no, not yet, and then dia sambung lagi sujud dia... kekeke. takpe lah anak, janji ade gerak hati nk sembahyang sendiri. lega hati mommy and daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- red-beige swallows will be flying to Germany at the start of the week. for some reason i never fell for it as how the other taugehs did (i learnt this word from Shirley ok haha). 1 down, so many more to go. i've been good so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good weekend peeps =). if you're free and insanely curious on learning how to carry your baby, do drop by Taman Tasik Cempaka, Bangi on Saturday from 4-6pm. i have to service my car in the morning, so i'm still not sure if i'm able to make it (and the parents have a ton of weddings to go to so balik Bangi pun takde orang, tak besh). my kid is too 'old' already for babywearing, she'd rather toddle off on her two sturdy legs instead of hanging out on mommy's back =(. new squishy? Significant Other was thinking of a 12.12.12 baby since i told him i didn't want another August baby (Virgoeans are overpopulating the house yo T_T).  ntah la, see how. the partner-in-crime will be having his finals on Monday, and then he'll finally be able to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, don't by a Honda if you think servicing every 5oookm is crazy =P. stick to other car brands that have servicing intervals of 10,000km instead, safer on your pocket!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-359533701634479939?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/359533701634479939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=359533701634479939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-6851356055666996186</id><published>2012-01-06T14:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:21:58.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>someone like you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks to Glee~~~ Glee certainly brings spotlight to songs i wouldn't give a light of day =D i actually like the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I heard that you're settled down&lt;br /&gt;That you found a girl and you're married now.&lt;br /&gt;I heard that your dreams came true.&lt;br /&gt;Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old friend, why are you so shy?&lt;br /&gt;Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.&lt;br /&gt;I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded&lt;br /&gt;That for me it isn't over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I'll find someone like you&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you too&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget me, I begged&lt;br /&gt;I remember you said,&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd know how the time flies&lt;br /&gt;Only yesterday was the time of our lives&lt;br /&gt;We were born and raised&lt;br /&gt;In a summer haze&lt;br /&gt;Bound by the surprise of our glory days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.&lt;br /&gt;I'd hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded&lt;br /&gt;That for me it isn't over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I'll find someone like you&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you too&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget me, I begged&lt;br /&gt;I remember you said,&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;No worries or cares&lt;br /&gt;Regrets and mistakes&lt;br /&gt;They are memories made.&lt;br /&gt;Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I'll find someone like you&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget me, I begged&lt;br /&gt;I remember you said,&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never mind, I'll find someone like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't forget me, I begged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I remember you said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;by: Adele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;this is for you, P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-6851356055666996186?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/6851356055666996186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=6851356055666996186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6851356055666996186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6851356055666996186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/someone-like-you.html' title='someone like you'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-6345568053104851550</id><published>2012-01-05T23:54:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:54:38.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day at school...</title><content type='html'>... at 5am Bibik came into my room announcing Dayana had the combo: batuk + selsema + demam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the great part was (alhamdulillah) she didn't kick up a fuss in downing her meds, she went back to sleep not long after. and miraculously enough, she seemed alot better by lunchtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday FB and twitter were bombarded by parent's experiences on their child's first day of school... funny how i didn't notice this last year... bile nak anto anak sendiri baru la terhegeh2 nak eksaited/worried kan? haha. some kids macho je pergi skolah, tak nangis pun, some cried their lungs out, that got me wondering about Dayana, would she enjoy school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after running errands with mil in the morning, we prepared Dayana for school. she seemed eksaited enough, she lit up at the sight of her new yellow+blue uniform, and let her use that ladybug backpack i bought during a GB to put an extra pair of clothes, as well as her milk (mana la tau, minah ni tetibe mogok nak susu ke @_@). she insisted on carrying her bag all by herself too. oh and wore that new pink shoes, too =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when  i asked her if adik can follow or not, she replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"no, adik stay home!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H11i5j2RQBs/TwXMcZ8U_oI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/YsTP2x419p0/s320/DSC02201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694182092252184194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once there, she  immediately clamped up like how she does if she decides she doesn't want to willingly talk to you T__T. i guess she got culture-shock at seeing so many other kids her age cooped up in one place together. i stayed for abit to see how she'd fare. the teachers seemed friendly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0PrhKh-kkgc/TwXMo88zvYI/AAAAAAAAEAg/vkLfrnDbJJI/s320/DSC02200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694182307807870338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;awal2 anti-social sedikit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they started the day with the simple things: some songs and story time (you wouldn't want the kids to be terrified on their first day of school, right? mwahahaha). Dayana didn't seem too willing to join in on the fun but she reluctantly did anyway, after encouragement from the teachers. i didn't stay for the whole 3.5 hours, because about an hour later Dayana came up to me asking for milk T__T. i asked her if it was ok if mommy went home first and come back later, she nodded ok. i was thinking she'd never fully participate in the activities if she knew i was around, so i left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i came back at 4.30pm, the first thing she said when she saw me was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"mommy, you're home!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ape daa. mommy's not home, mommy's come to bring you home lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i asked her what she learned at school today, she did this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N2QIRnnzSGw/TwXMcEpbetI/AAAAAAAAEAE/yyEG5qcReWE/s320/DSC02204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694182086535772882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the letter ECKS! i think it's because the teachers put a nice sparkly 'X' on her name tag. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m9MwDBFYnh4/TwXMa0qzLgI/AAAAAAAAD_s/yMqAfKloAPg/s320/DSC02207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694182065066683906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she got some stickers too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XnEoQrf2GQU/TwXMbdjzjdI/AAAAAAAAD_8/ihj5nZYE_Gc/s320/DSC02206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694182076043202002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;peace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she told me during break she had bihun and orange. erm, betul ke tidak anak aku ni? sometimes dia main bantai je cakap suke hati dia, cerita dongeng semata2, lol. hampeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i asked her if she wanted to come again tomorrow, she said ok. so so far so good lah. phew =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then later at night i was lepakking in front of the tv when Dinara came up to me and sank her razer tooth canines into my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"sakitlah Dinara!"&lt;/span&gt; i scolded her, rubbing my leg (sakit woo. dia ingat dia vampire?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayana as usual, immediately said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"it's ok mommy, i'll buy you new one!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh. replacement kaki sebenar boleh dibeli di kedai rupanya. with fairy dust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-6345568053104851550?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/6345568053104851550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=6345568053104851550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6345568053104851550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6345568053104851550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-day-at-school.html' title='first day at school...'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H11i5j2RQBs/TwXMcZ8U_oI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/YsTP2x419p0/s72-c/DSC02201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-3891461742534729583</id><published>2012-01-04T11:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T23:15:51.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is not a Wordless Wednesday day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayana barged into my room really early this morning, i didn't bother to check the time. she tends to do that every morning when Bibik goes downstairs in the wee hours of the morning. i turned on the tv for her, then went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she woke me up just to get me to open up my compact foundation powder for her, which i did in a dreamlike-stance (iyo la, kacau daun ok, ai tgh syiok tdo nih). she loves to hold my compact powder as if it's a sacred object, and if i open it for her she'd start admiring herself in the mirror inside it (ohhh vainnye anak aku ni).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i vaguely remember her waking me up again just to say that she successfully powdered the front of her baju tdo with foundation, i groggily told her that she was supposed to put bedak on her face, not her baju. and then i stubbornly went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't realize it at the time i woke up, probably because i was wandering around the room without my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took my shower, got dressed, then only went to look for my glasses. and i couldn't believe what i saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw this first. fairly obvious, because the pillowcase was white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFQ4NyiN0ts/TwPH_OY2MJI/AAAAAAAAD_c/gMXrMzyPffQ/s1600/IMG_2902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFQ4NyiN0ts/TwPH_OY2MJI/AAAAAAAAD_c/gMXrMzyPffQ/s320/IMG_2902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693614242934435986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i thought to myself, ok la, tu boleh wash tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my eyes started wandering around the room... and my eyes fell on this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M9RzgxBpFBw/TwPH_GtW9gI/AAAAAAAAD_U/NgQTkMtlVeM/s1600/IMG_2903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M9RzgxBpFBw/TwPH_GtW9gI/AAAAAAAAD_U/NgQTkMtlVeM/s320/IMG_2903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693614240872986114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;egad. how the heck did she manage to turn my carpet brown??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my horror, i noticed this next:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e_IpWkUFQeI/TwPHkwW8flI/AAAAAAAAD-g/kM69Zb_xq_c/s1600/IMG_2904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e_IpWkUFQeI/TwPHkwW8flI/AAAAAAAAD-g/kM69Zb_xq_c/s320/IMG_2904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693613788196798034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(abaikan the pinkish past of the photo. must remind myself to get a new phone casing... grrr).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole tv base was dusted with foundation, including every single electronic device you see in the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously wondered if she thought my room looked boring and decided to give the tv and my astro box and dvd player a makeover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think she thought Daddy's work clothes looked boring as well, because she decided to spruce it up a little:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mv7XndobkRE/TwPHjPSGLMI/AAAAAAAAD-M/hRm3i0QXKTs/s1600/IMG_2905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mv7XndobkRE/TwPHjPSGLMI/AAAAAAAAD-M/hRm3i0QXKTs/s320/IMG_2905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693613762138221762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i seriously felt like pulling my hair out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my whole room seemed to be dusted with foundation!!! *@#&amp;amp;(@*&amp;amp;$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the weapon of choice? i found it hidden behind the tv:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w5UT24gSMZc/TwPHkpXUTJI/AAAAAAAAD-U/x5mrDK_K7zg/s1600/IMG_2907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w5UT24gSMZc/TwPHkpXUTJI/AAAAAAAAD-U/x5mrDK_K7zg/s320/IMG_2907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693613786319309970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close to finished!!! it was brand new ok, i never used it because it made my face look bronzer. i was contemplating throwing it away or keeping it until it expired. looks like my daughter decided what to do with it on my behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the master mind? sound asleep on the floor with absolutely no trace whatsoever of foundation on her face, but all over her clothing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdA1ir61GcI/TwPHi4P9XzI/AAAAAAAAD98/J4B6g094kkk/s1600/IMG_2906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdA1ir61GcI/TwPHi4P9XzI/AAAAAAAAD98/J4B6g094kkk/s320/IMG_2906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693613755955240754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. she sees me every morning putting moisturizer and foundation on my face yet this is what she does with foundation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genius, anak. genius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-3891461742534729583?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/3891461742534729583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=3891461742534729583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/3891461742534729583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/3891461742534729583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/makeover.html' title='makeover'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFQ4NyiN0ts/TwPH_OY2MJI/AAAAAAAAD_c/gMXrMzyPffQ/s72-c/IMG_2902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-2328374443934630823</id><published>2012-01-04T11:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T11:55:56.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolls'/><title type='text'>hairstyle makes a difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;funny how a small change in hairstyle can make you look a bit different...&lt;br /&gt;wanna see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rw8gvB1TnCg/TwPFJsEhe5I/AAAAAAAAD9w/y6FG5twUyOA/s1600/DSC02186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rw8gvB1TnCg/TwPFJsEhe5I/AAAAAAAAD9w/y6FG5twUyOA/s320/DSC02186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693611124166065042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kampung Bambo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zk3F8i1wae8/TwPFJD6T17I/AAAAAAAAD9k/y-IUwnXssnY/s1600/DSC02188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zk3F8i1wae8/TwPFJD6T17I/AAAAAAAAD9k/y-IUwnXssnY/s320/DSC02188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693611113385809842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;messy buns closeup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yi7GL_NirCc/TwPFI_bRoeI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/I-bEEBEp6Yk/s1600/DSC02189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yi7GL_NirCc/TwPFI_bRoeI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/I-bEEBEp6Yk/s320/DSC02189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693611112181899746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fairy bits. wish her hair was more bleached&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2qKwEAy-Jsk/TwPE3qf8EgI/AAAAAAAAD9M/HFSjBSXfkiE/s1600/DSC02190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2qKwEAy-Jsk/TwPE3qf8EgI/AAAAAAAAD9M/HFSjBSXfkiE/s320/DSC02190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693610814506537474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;macam kucing basah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1p37RfzFRAU/TwPE3RDS5DI/AAAAAAAAD9A/k6UEo287Kx4/s1600/DSC02192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1p37RfzFRAU/TwPE3RDS5DI/AAAAAAAAD9A/k6UEo287Kx4/s320/DSC02192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693610807675511858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at her prettiest (to me that is)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i updated my phone to iOS 5 yesterday. after the update all my apps vanished and seemingly didn't backup into iTunes so i had to i had to manually reinstall everything again. it didn't help that some apps that were then free now had to be bought to reinstall it, sigh. it took 3 damn hours for the installation to complete T__T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily my Smurfs and Snoopy's Fair game were still intact. hoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-2328374443934630823?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/2328374443934630823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=2328374443934630823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2328374443934630823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2328374443934630823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/hairstyle-makes-difference.html' title='hairstyle makes a difference'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rw8gvB1TnCg/TwPFJsEhe5I/AAAAAAAAD9w/y6FG5twUyOA/s72-c/DSC02186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-5270131847912593701</id><published>2012-01-03T17:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T19:23:45.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dayana'/><title type='text'>so like you Dayana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so while i'm waiting for my iPhone to be updated...&lt;br /&gt;(hopefully successful lah, otherwise buang karan je duduk di opis ni lama2)&lt;br /&gt;i came across a Peanuts comic strip which i find very amusing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mainly because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me of my eldest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kcPzOvLA-nI/TwLNDAKA4GI/AAAAAAAAD8o/gVJyc_0d0xI/s1600/IMG_2878.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kcPzOvLA-nI/TwLNDAKA4GI/AAAAAAAAD8o/gVJyc_0d0xI/s320/IMG_2878.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693338330415030370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from playing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Smurfs&lt;/span&gt; religiously on my iPhone,&lt;br /&gt;i've also started playing Peanut's &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Street Fair&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from which i got this comic strip from =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-5270131847912593701?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/5270131847912593701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=5270131847912593701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/5270131847912593701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/5270131847912593701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-like-you-dayana.html' title='so like you Dayana'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kcPzOvLA-nI/TwLNDAKA4GI/AAAAAAAAD8o/gVJyc_0d0xI/s72-c/IMG_2878.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-6463575784039920473</id><published>2012-01-03T11:08:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T12:21:46.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out on a limb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uNk7IUahX3Y/TwJxP1dTe_I/AAAAAAAAD74/dDHB1G0WP5E/s1600/383178_223389121068371_202388276501789_563530_1445713549_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uNk7IUahX3Y/TwJxP1dTe_I/AAAAAAAAD74/dDHB1G0WP5E/s320/383178_223389121068371_202388276501789_563530_1445713549_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693237395811695602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how the above photo represents the way i go about in life. however i'm starting to believe that this isn't the most greatest way to live your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you don't believe you can't do it, then chances are you won't get what you want. in my case, i believe that if i expect too much, i'd jinx it in some way or another and in the end up being doubly disappointed. seriously, it happens to me all the time. most of the time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever put your hopes up, put yourself out there and stand on a limb, only to get crushed like a cattepillar not long after?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously admire those that do that every day. those in customer service specially. i know how mean and difficult people can be, but yet there are those (not all, mind you) who can still emerge at the end of the day with a smile on their faces. either they don't let it get to them, or they're really good at masking their feelings. i probably need to work on my acting skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i think i'm straying from the topic. anyway, the past couple of months i tried moving out of my comfort zone. tried, anyway. i physically didn't fit what they were looking for. i've always wanted to try out, but thought i wasn't good enough to try out in the first place. but my first ever try was a positive one (i thank God for that). i managed to pass the rounds til the end. but i guess i was either too old compared to the other candidates or wrongly qualified, haha. oh well. and as usual i didn't put my hopes up that high. i didn't want to be sorely disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the few i tried for: (don't laugh. seriously, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;. at least i brought home with me the experience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gMc6292bKmc/TwJ0Ke7iM1I/AAAAAAAAD8E/KHtXWbh5UCA/s320/AirAsiaCom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693240602400011090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0LPeySm--nM/TwJ-UAatBLI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/BadMckvaGTw/s320/firefly.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693251761124213938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 106px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NdsO4GCv6qU/TwJ-UVCBE5I/AAAAAAAAD8c/ZsbygrYPIO0/s320/Qatar-airways.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693251766657815442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my third try was for a foreign company. i was kinda happy i was among the 50ish people shortlisted, however i still needed the arms of an ape to get in (but oh my, the benefits you get if you get in are soOoOoOOOOoO tdf!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my second and fourth try was for the very same company. the thing about interviewers these days which i hate, are that they seem to think they're the one with the upper hand just because they're the ones interviewing, and not the one being interviewed. if given the choice, i would've just skipped the whole tedious process and hire people based on their enthusiasm (although i don't think this would go well with most managements haha). hello, we're putting ourselves on a limb here, could you at least try to be nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the faces i came across the second time were also present previously, with one girl actually trying thrice and getting rejected all three times. gosh it's a wonder her spirit still hasn't broken (gah you got to hate that saying, if at first you don't succeed, just pick yourself up and try again ahaha). another girl, also present both times, came the second time in a more sexier outfit, possibly with the hopes of physically woo-ing the judges? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the thing with this company is, looks ARE everything. don't even bother coming without any traces of fat on you. i seriously don't think they care what's on your resume. apparently they're into the big bosom type, the curvier the better. one of the questions i got was whether i was serious in applying. erm he-lo, if i wasn't, i wouldn't have endured your whole selection process which includes an initial minimum wait of 2-hours, ok? and you'd think one was dead serious about applying even after attending 3 times, like the girl i previously mentioned, no? (btw, me also kagum with her spirit, i keep asking myself... after so many tries and not giving up, when do you know that it's time for you to really give up?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irony of everything was, they've been searching for goodness-knows-what for the past 4 months. i'm not kidding. i don't think they even know who and what they're looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have training, don't you not? it seems like you're looking for people who were already born to do this. er, good luck with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feedback was i was too thin for the job, naturally. i don't gain weight easily. i'm not the type of person that gains weight for just binging out on a slice of pizza. i can pig out and still look eighteen. at least one thing i realized, by the time you 'pretty people' turn 40, you'll start to look like your mamas, and there i'd be, pushing 40 yet still sporting the age of 30 =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, that's what a majority of the population do these days: they judge people by their looks. pffft. to begin with, half of them who're already in the business doesn't seem to have the proper attitude, seriously. i've met a couple of those already in the service looking for a change, and they didn't seem to 'fit the bill' (or rather, they're the ones with great acting skills surpassing the veterans). some even seemed abit 'snotty' (sorry, but that's the feeling that i get just trying to make conversation with them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i didn't put too high hopes when applying for any of them, especially with my so-called luck. 4 tries was a great big deal of disappointment, really. getting myself into something different from my current lifestyle was what kept pushing me to try. i kept trying mainly because i wasn't satisfied i couldn't get it, rather than actually wanting it to death (of course, who &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; want to get it, if i did, who knows? =P). it's in my blood, though. although mom has never encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i'd reward you rm1k if you can find a way to make me gain and maintain 6 kilos to my weight. and please don't suggest strapping me with rocks or babies. i've been hearing so many jokes about my weight it isn't even funny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. sorry for such a complicated post. i am hungry but i need to spend time at the bank during lunch hour. happy first-day-back-at-work, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s. this post is only in my point of view with no intention of dissing any particular party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-6463575784039920473?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/6463575784039920473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=6463575784039920473' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6463575784039920473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6463575784039920473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/out-on-limb.html' title='out on a limb'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uNk7IUahX3Y/TwJxP1dTe_I/AAAAAAAAD74/dDHB1G0WP5E/s72-c/383178_223389121068371_202388276501789_563530_1445713549_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-1724721059243304602</id><published>2012-01-02T21:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T17:46:40.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outing with the inlaw</title><content type='html'>my only mission for today was to get a pair of school shoes for Dayana. but sometime yesterday mil's iPhone refused to charge, so we went for a quick trip - kononnye lah - to Sg Wang. her phone was still under warranty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been to sg wang in ages, mainly because 1) too many people, sesak gila nak mati, 2) if you go at the wrong time it's impossible to get parking, 3) given the chance you'd end up going back with a dozen of shopping bags filled with stuff that you might not need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily we left the house at 10am, i didn't have to curse the traffic, i didn't have to curse the parking lot. but funnily enough, upon inspection at the store, there didn't seem to have anything wrong with the phone, the guy cucuk je the charger, it miraculously displayed the dead battery charging indicator. weird. serious. mil had tried plugging it in a couple of times yesterday, the screen was blank, unresponsive. i tried it too. yet there it was, happily charging itself at the store, silently mocking its owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. i think ade udang disebalik mi. oh well =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we were already at Sg Wang, what better thing to do than to go &lt;strong&gt;window&lt;/strong&gt; shopping eh? =P. window shopping ok. i didn't buy anything for myself there. i was tempted by a cute short dress by Like, but for the price, erm... i'd rather wait til i come across a diamond in the rough - whatever and whenever that is. serious i haven't been to Sg Wang for such a long time, i didn't have any reason to (except to the neighboring Low Yat). so i guess that certain friend of mine was right, Sg Wang wasn't such a bad place for shopping, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i did find was those Giordano round neck t-shirts that Significant Other likes but seemed to have vanished from most of the other G outlets. they came up with a new type of t-shirt in a much thinner material, which Significant Other didn't like. so i bought 4, each in a different color since i didn't know if i'd ever find them again. colors were limited, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r2wF3TLhrnE/TwG7A2dltrI/AAAAAAAAD7g/Ea-J24dJ9hg/s1600/DSC02180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693037027267032754" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r2wF3TLhrnE/TwG7A2dltrI/AAAAAAAAD7g/Ea-J24dJ9hg/s320/DSC02180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blue, orange, white, pink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i bought Dayana a pair of shoes! pink again unfortunately. there was a black-and-orange combo that seemed to match her uniform better but she insisted on the pink. i wanted to get her a pair of sandals too, but since it wasn't pink, she didn't give them the light of day T__T. her princess shoes has been enduring heavy duty usage, it looks like it's reaching the end of its life (aku sepasang kasut comes to mind). and so she's been wearing her new shoes at home ever since we got back petang tadi. ntah2 she wants to go to bed with her shoes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XoiRVAC8-I0/TwG7Aqytb-I/AAAAAAAAD7U/vM2opOlVcNA/s1600/DSC02181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693037024134393826" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XoiRVAC8-I0/TwG7Aqytb-I/AAAAAAAAD7U/vM2opOlVcNA/s320/DSC02181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bum equipment tu, hoh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently she seems to like to throw tantrums right about before she falls asleep. cranky kut. i let her be, the more you tegur her the more you aggravate her, and the more she annoys me @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't the only one buying today. mil bought a couple of button-down t-shirts too. hehe. i was sorely tempted to buy something... i dunno. i'm practicing the go-home-and-think-first method. needs vs wants (although if i use this reasoning for every single purchase i want to make, i'd probably end up buying nothing at all, save for the usual household groceries, hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QyZyZnwFKU8/TwLOKDAZxCI/AAAAAAAAD80/Tg8itTeIn1Q/s1600/IMG_2881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QyZyZnwFKU8/TwLOKDAZxCI/AAAAAAAAD80/Tg8itTeIn1Q/s320/IMG_2881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693339550950736930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me wanted this T__T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stopped for lunch at Teppanyaki. my treat... bukan selalu treat orang, heh. Dayana pau-ed my chicken. and as usual, she didn't eat anything else but the chicken. mil commented that it didn't matter that their service was slow, the restaurant was still jammed packed with hungry customers. true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since Dinara kene abandon the whole day, Bibik brought her next door to play with the neighbor's kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different note, here's me dissecting each and every one of my wraps. one per entry and when i feel like it (and hopefully i can deduce which one is permastash!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wrap#1: didymos natural linen size 5, watermelon grad by lizzy9.&lt;br /&gt;60% cotton, 40% linen (as per tag). older version, no middle markers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvVj5KAN6vQ/TwG7BVr2fMI/AAAAAAAAD7s/SXQcTldhOwY/s1600/DSC02183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693037035648351426" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvVj5KAN6vQ/TwG7BVr2fMI/AAAAAAAAD7s/SXQcTldhOwY/s320/DSC02183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, i found something cool on FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;my name is 'I'.&lt;br /&gt;my problem is 'LOVE'.&lt;br /&gt;my solution is 'YOU'.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-1724721059243304602?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/1724721059243304602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=1724721059243304602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/1724721059243304602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/1724721059243304602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/outing-with-inlaw.html' title='outing with the inlaw'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r2wF3TLhrnE/TwG7A2dltrI/AAAAAAAAD7g/Ea-J24dJ9hg/s72-c/DSC02180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-4156409174662206519</id><published>2012-01-02T00:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:47:22.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prom Q vs geek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;meet... the Geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hvp5egTOjeg/TwCIKDUCa7I/AAAAAAAAD6k/JVqJ9pgtpyc/s320/DSC02157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692699635265727410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how to use this thingamajiggy.&lt;br /&gt;but i look good dragging this around the room yo~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7tyj909fPA/TwCILHIOaEI/AAAAAAAAD7A/KsvyuWemo3w/s320/DSC02163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692699653469792322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the Prom Queen.&lt;br /&gt;try crossing me, i dare you. i'm the prettiest girl on the block!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a_u-UHGchX0/TwCIKesmxbI/AAAAAAAAD6w/_LACj-QwQiE/s320/DSC02158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692699642616530354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even Prom Queens have their calcium intake in check, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RiIeUcoQrts/TwCIL5_h-3I/AAAAAAAAD7I/wo1zD6hZOZI/s320/DSC02162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692699667123534706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me... being bored at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;T__T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-4156409174662206519?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/4156409174662206519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=4156409174662206519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/4156409174662206519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/4156409174662206519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/prom-q-vs-geek.html' title='prom Q vs geek'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hvp5egTOjeg/TwCIKDUCa7I/AAAAAAAAD6k/JVqJ9pgtpyc/s72-c/DSC02157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-4345724215048867635</id><published>2012-01-01T22:45:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T22:56:16.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 holidays &amp; school term</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;erm... more like a list of the major holidays celebrated in Malaysia worldwide, and also those celebrated by Selangor and Kuala Lumpur. because i work in KL =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Malaysian State &amp;amp; &lt;span class="red"&gt;National&lt;/span&gt; Holidays 2012&lt;/h2&gt;   &lt;table border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="90%"&gt;     &lt;tbody&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td width="19%"&gt;&lt;h5&gt;Dates&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td width="41%"&gt;&lt;h5&gt;Occasion&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td width="40%"&gt;&lt;h5&gt;For&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td&gt;1 January&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;New Year&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;All states except Johor, Kedah, Kelantan, Perlis &amp;amp; Trengganu&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td&gt;15 January&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;Sultan of Kedah's Birthday&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;Kedah only&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr class="red"&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23 January&lt;br /&gt;Monday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nationwide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td&gt;24 January&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;Chinese New Year (2nd Day)&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;All states except Kelantan and Trengganu&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td&gt;1 February&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;Federal Territory Day&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;Federal Territory of Kuala Lumpur, Labuan &amp;amp; Putrajaya only&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr class="red"&gt;         &lt;td&gt;5 February&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prophet Muhammad's Birthday&lt;br /&gt;(Maulidur Rasul)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nationwide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td&gt;7 February&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Thaipusam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;Kuala Lumpur, Putrajaya, Johor, Negeri Sembilan,           Perak, Penang &amp;amp; Selangor only&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;                                   &lt;tr class="red"&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 May&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Labour Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nationwide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr class="red"&gt;         &lt;td&gt;5 May&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wesak Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nationwide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;                                   &lt;tr class="red"&gt;         &lt;td&gt;2 June&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malaysian King's  Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Harijadi Agong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nationwide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td&gt;17 June&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;Israk &amp;amp; Mikraj&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;Kedah, Negeri Sembilan &amp;amp; Perlis only&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;                                   &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td&gt;6 August&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;Nuzul Al-Quran&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;Kelantan, Pahang, Perak, Perlis, Penang, Selangor &amp;amp; Trengganu           only&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td class="red"&gt;19 - 20 Aug&lt;br /&gt;Sun &amp;amp; Mon&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td class="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hari Raya Puasa *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td class="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nationwide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td class="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31 August&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td class="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;National Independence Day&lt;br /&gt;Merdeka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td class="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nationwide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td class="red"&gt;16 September&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td class="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malaysia Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td class="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nationwide         &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;                            &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td class="red"&gt;26 October&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td class="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hari Raya Haji *&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya Qurban&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td class="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nationwide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td&gt;27 October&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;Hari Raya Haji (2nd Day) *&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya Qurban&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;Kedah, Kelantan, Perlis &amp;amp; Trengganu Only&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td class="red"&gt;13 November&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td class="red"&gt;Deepavali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td class="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nationwide&lt;/strong&gt;, except for Sarawak&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr class="red"&gt;         &lt;td&gt;15 November&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awal Muharram&lt;br /&gt;(Maal Hijrah)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nationwide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td&gt;11 December&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;Sultan of Selangor's Birthday&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;Selangor only&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;tr class="red"&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25 December&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nationwide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;/tbody&gt;   &lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  * subject to change - depending on the sighting of the new   moon&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="schoolHolidays" id="schoolHolidays"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;table style="width: 533px; height: 154px;" border="1"&gt;   &lt;caption&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malaysia School Holidays 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/caption&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;th colspan="2" scope="col"&gt;1st Term Holidays&lt;/th&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;10 March - 18 March&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;Mid-Term Holiday&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;26 May - 10 June&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;Mid-Year Holiday&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;th colspan="2" scope="col"&gt;2nd Term Holidays&lt;/th&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;18 - 26 August&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;Mid-Term Holiday&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;10 November - 2 January 2013&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;Year End Holiday&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&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/3598131977493265088-4345724215048867635?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/4345724215048867635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=4345724215048867635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/4345724215048867635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/4345724215048867635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-holidays-school-term.html' title='2012 holidays &amp; school term'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-6372715098994466499</id><published>2012-01-01T21:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:58:11.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day in the new year</title><content type='html'>so how was your first day of 2012? in my effort to not let my funds trickle away like water, i decided to spend the whole day at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh. utter boredom. i felt like pulling my hair out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i contemplated dragging the kids to the zoo, but somehow for the past two days the weather was pretty hot hot hot (as if those storms and flash floods were a distant memory) and i didn't want to end up spending the day with a couple of cranky kids. i was also nursing a horrible sore throat yesterday (Significant Other took the whole Fisherman's Friend stash with him to lgk) and am now nursing a running nose T__T so i definitely did not want to go anywhere today, despite the need to get Dayana some sensible shoes for her school term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, she is definitely not wearing her bling bling shoes to school T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go somewhere (ANYWHERE!) but unfortunately got noone to teman me. hahah. funny how when i have no time, ade je orang ajak jalan left right and centre... and vice versa? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't get a single personal New Year's message on my phone, 'cept for one. everyone is now resorting to post a message on their own wall expecting people to read it and 'get the message'. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent counting down the New Year in my sleep. and then spent 3 hours on Skype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr... Dayana is currently standing on the chair i'm sitting on, disturbing my creative juices and singing to Beauty &amp;amp; The Beast's Enchanted Christmas on wmp T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what did i do today? i decided to try my hand at fixing the kids's chest of drawers that decided to roboh a few weeks ago due to over-stuffing each drawer with clothes to the brim, all three tiers (note: i now dislike Ikea furniture).  it didn't help that the drawers were designed in such a way that they will only open up to a certain extent, i couldn't pull out the drawer all the way from the frame. and i didn't want to force it because i was afraid i'd end up destroying everything, haha. i sooo do not have the funds to get the kids a new chest of drawers. i'd rather get them a kid couch instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0rWzcY4iIVk/TwBvcl_0hBI/AAAAAAAAD6M/1LEZr2Piiwk/s1600/DSC02133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0rWzcY4iIVk/TwBvcl_0hBI/AAAAAAAAD6M/1LEZr2Piiwk/s320/DSC02133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692672466023121938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bmZY-eBYbbA/TwBvcyFr8vI/AAAAAAAAD6c/1eSUbgZn4GU/s1600/DSC02134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bmZY-eBYbbA/TwBvcyFr8vI/AAAAAAAAD6c/1eSUbgZn4GU/s320/DSC02134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692672469268951794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where's Handy Manny when you need him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayana is now prancing around the hallway singing an indistinguishable song, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i repaired the drawers using some industrial glue i had lying around the house. despite its guarantee that it'll be able to bond any form of material, i'm still skeptic. sil came over and volunteered to help drive nails into the drawers so they won't fall apart again. so... now i just need to get some nails. and wait for her to drop by the house again, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today she introduced me to Won Bin. i still don't know who that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow if i'm in the mood i need to lower Dinara's cot to the lowest level. she's beginning to clamber up things for exercise purposes. pantang nampak orang baring joli on the floor, she will sneak up on you, clamber onto you and ride you like a horse, think rodeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. Dayana has hijacked my compact powder and insists she wants to wear makeup at ten o'clock at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;aku nk tido dik oiiii... nak pi clubbing ke malam2 neh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i washed my hair today. my last best hair day was on Friday *ahem* so now that my hair has started to sport that flat greasy look that i hate, it's up for a fresh wash. i don't wash my hair everyday, btw. i like my hair best when my natural hair oils come in, squeaky clean is too... squeaky. and unmanageable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, don't watch 'Darkest Hour' at the movies, alright? the trailer was soOoO misleading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... that's my report of day One. you can press the 'X' button on the top right of the window now. i promise i won't be mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-6372715098994466499?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/6372715098994466499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=6372715098994466499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6372715098994466499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6372715098994466499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-day-in-new-year.html' title='first day in the new year'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0rWzcY4iIVk/TwBvcl_0hBI/AAAAAAAAD6M/1LEZr2Piiwk/s72-c/DSC02133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-7250618525613951023</id><published>2011-12-31T09:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T15:48:27.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>just a kiss</title><content type='html'>am i the only one who doesn't openly recognize this group? (mind you, i thought Greyson Chance was pronounced Greys On Chance, hahahaha. and who knew it was a guy? @_@). their very first song i listened to was 'Need You Now'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon knowing the band's name, i was like, oookay, i guess the name genre was close to the likes of Lady Gaga, no? like it's a one-woman show kinda thingo? oh how wrong i was (Lady Antebellum consists of two guys and a girl, btw. oh and no pizza place =P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be precise, the word "Antebellum" more commonly refers to pre-Civil War America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've listened to this song a couple of times in the car before, didn't really give thought about it til recently (and now bila nak dengar lagu ni balik takde pulak radio nak mainkan... chis).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, a kiss is more than just a kiss. a kiss can either make you, or break you. sometimes a kiss can be lethal... it can make you feel things you never thought possible. to some it makes no difference (to those who are indifferent to kisses). there's different types of kisses too: a family kiss to your parents/children, a lover's kiss, a husband/wife kiss, a stranger's kiss (? rotfl)... to me hugs are normal, great to be received, but kisses are special :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. note to self, if my children tells me someone advises them to marry someone who loves you, i'd tell them to chuck that advice out the window. seriously. it should work both ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so you know, if you see a crazy lady who seemingly looks like she's talking to herself in a white *** car during rush hour, then that's probably me =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Lyin' here with you so close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;It's hard to fight these feelings when it feels so hard to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm caught up in this moment, caught up in your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I've never opened up to anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;So hard to hold back when I'm holding you in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;We don't need to rush this, let's just take it slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Just a touch of the fire burning so bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And I don't want to mess this thing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;No, I don't want to push too far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Just a shot in the dark that you just might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;So baby, I'm alright with just a kiss goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I know that if we give this a little time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;It'll only bring us closer to the love we wanna find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;It's never felt so real, no, it's never felt so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Just a touch of the fire burning so bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;No, I don't want to mess this thing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I don't want to push too far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Just a shot in the dark that you just might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;So baby, I'm alright with just a kiss goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;No, I don't want to say goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I know it's time to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;But you'll be in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Tonight, tonight, tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Just a touch of the fire burning so bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And I don't want to mess this thing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I don't want to push too far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Just a shot in the dark that you just might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;So baby, I'm alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh, let's do this right with just a kiss goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;With a kiss goodnight, kiss goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Lady Antebellum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. to find Ketulusan Hati, Anuar Zain mp3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-7250618525613951023?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/7250618525613951023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=7250618525613951023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7250618525613951023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7250618525613951023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-kiss.html' title='just a kiss'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-8922635598491571240</id><published>2011-12-30T18:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T23:44:57.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clocking in 2012</title><content type='html'>so, have all of you got the most out of 2011? 2011's about to end! time for new resolutions... or renewing the old ones =P. today's the last working day of 2011. tomorrow will be the last day to enjoy the year before 2012 takes over. and Monday cuti!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for ice cream lovers, tomorrow is the last day you'd be able to enjoy 31% off Baskin Robbins ice cream for the year lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any of you planning anything special tomorrow night? i hear concerts and events will be aplenty, take your pick. Significant Other is celebrating New Year's studying for his finals, so it'll be just me and this kids this time. i'm not much of a crowd person, i think i'll probably stay in with my kids watching Beauty &amp;amp; the Beast for the trillionth time. i wonder if i should go watch a movie by myself since i don't have anyone to teman me... TGV's complimentary tickets are still burning a hole in my Coach bag =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my UK father-in-law left for the UK two days ago. he'll be visiting again in February, about the same time my sister will be coming back to Malaysia for her semester break. she's planning an invasion of USS with her peeps so i think i'll sit that one out (even though she initially invited me to go along =P). bil won't be coming back until April, but only if mil allows him to. since he couldn't return to Malaysia for Christmas, he decided to take a little trip to Amsterdam instead. my other extended family - on his dad's side - is on the way home to Malaysia from Dubai. i'll probably drop by the house tomorrow, Dayana misses her Mak Chu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm blessed to have such a big extended family. true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a hell of a ride this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i survived for a whole year in my current company.&lt;br /&gt;decided to embark on the husband's midlife journey to pursue something nobody in their right mind at his age would think of doing.&lt;br /&gt;managed to get our condo rented out after a year of struggling with the renovation works literally and financially - with hopes that they'll renew the contract for another year.&lt;br /&gt;my youngest daughter turned 1, eldest turned 3 in August.&lt;br /&gt;received notice of delivery of vacant possession for my other SOHO right on schedule.&lt;br /&gt;destroyed some plastics.&lt;br /&gt;went crazy over babywearing. made new friends thanks to this craze.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to WA, i secured the best friends i could ever wish for, despite coming from different backgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;i mended old friendships. built new ones.&lt;br /&gt;put myself on a limb... several times (i h8 u red airline).&lt;br /&gt;let old flames go. laughed. cried. laughed and cried summore.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still blogging crap =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything i missed? egad, remind me to ask mil for a Petronas Diary, and also to diligently record every single daily activity for the whole year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i suppose if things didn't happen the way it did, i wouldn't be who i am today. so in a way the years help me discover myself as a person, help me realize what's important in life. but that doesn't mean every decision that i've made is the right choice =P. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and my life chapter doesn't stop here. i've still got lots to write in my book. here's to hope, wishful thinking, and great friends who stand by your side no matter what =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;to my WA friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;thanks for listening to my sudden outbursts and raves for the past year(even though you don't understand what i'm talking about half the time!). you preggy women are sure bored with your non-preggy friend, who's always complaining about you preggy people talking about preggy-related stuff. wahahahahhahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;p/s. my raves haven't ended yet ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm never one to take up the unknown to my face, but here's to 2012, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i will eat more.&lt;br /&gt;2. i will blog more, pray more, love more.&lt;br /&gt;3. ... i also vow not to splurge for the first six months of 2012 *rolling on the floor laughing my arteries out*&lt;br /&gt;4. more hugs and kisses for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;5. put a little more faith in God.&lt;br /&gt;6. learn how to cook by heart &amp;lt;- this i stole from Deen's blog, but i seriously need to do this @_@ what a hopeless wife i am&lt;br /&gt;7. save money for that next big family vacay&lt;br /&gt;8. smile more, worry less, frown less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for keeping my flame alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-8922635598491571240?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/8922635598491571240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=8922635598491571240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/8922635598491571240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/8922635598491571240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/12/clocking-in-2012.html' title='clocking in 2012'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-7751661029969165732</id><published>2011-12-28T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T16:21:50.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>antara dua sujud</title><content type='html'>TAHUKAH KAMU.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doa duduk antara Sujud yang kita selalu baca laju2...&lt;br /&gt;tahukah maksudnya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbighfirli (Tuhanku, ampuni aku)&lt;br /&gt;Warhamni (sayangi aku)&lt;br /&gt;Wajburnii (Tutuplah aib-aibku)&lt;br /&gt;Warfa’nii (Angkatlah darjatku)&lt;br /&gt;Warzuqnii (Berilah aku rezeki)&lt;br /&gt;Wahdinii (Berilah aku petunjuk)&lt;br /&gt;Wa’Aafinii (Sihatkan aku)&lt;br /&gt;Wa’fuannii (Maafkan aku)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought i'd share. and for me to always remember. because ignorance isn't necessarily bliss T__T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-7751661029969165732?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/7751661029969165732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=7751661029969165732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7751661029969165732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7751661029969165732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/12/antara-dua-sujud.html' title='antara dua sujud'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-5831165016001327664</id><published>2011-12-27T15:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T15:32:39.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babywearing'/><title type='text'>unveiling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;kak salmah skyped me earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"salam.. keje ker&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ada 3 package utk awk hri nih"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh apa lagi. fluff mail! *love*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a way to compensate for an upset tummy, yeah? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parcel #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BCy2lCjJzC0/Tvlwip9AxBI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/JsGqc71c5cw/s320/IMG_2826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690703344838951954" border="0" /&gt;thanks Zoe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-prqJf5Aushg/Tvlwi7GvgWI/AAAAAAAAD5c/MCEvmOGYo6U/s1600/IMG_2828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-prqJf5Aushg/Tvlwi7GvgWI/AAAAAAAAD5c/MCEvmOGYo6U/s320/IMG_2828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690703349443166562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love the packaging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parcel #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B16iyDZEjSw/Tvlw_a5tLaI/AAAAAAAAD6A/gpIZfw-BC-s/s320/IMG_2830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690703839014759842" border="0" /&gt;thanks Monique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xROCgqviYaM/Tvlw_ARN6qI/AAAAAAAAD50/mpU9QR6kgfw/s1600/IMG_2832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xROCgqviYaM/Tvlw_ARN6qI/AAAAAAAAD50/mpU9QR6kgfw/s320/IMG_2832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690703831865617058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cleared customs, phew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ok0DedHIrwE/Tvlw-xWBecI/AAAAAAAAD5o/XTT_Bx2wo5k/s1600/IMG_2833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ok0DedHIrwE/Tvlw-xWBecI/AAAAAAAAD5o/XTT_Bx2wo5k/s320/IMG_2833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690703827859241410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a blue box from Didymos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHmAE9s0b1Q/TvlwSfr-9uI/AAAAAAAAD4U/telw-uuTlXY/s1600/IMG_2834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHmAE9s0b1Q/TvlwSfr-9uI/AAAAAAAAD4U/telw-uuTlXY/s320/IMG_2834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690703067205269218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aiiiiiiiiiii... puder silk indio, male version!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parcel #3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-84qvLKjdzUk/TvlwT6tykqI/AAAAAAAAD5I/yUsYPYgf3Qc/s1600/IMG_2831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-84qvLKjdzUk/TvlwT6tykqI/AAAAAAAAD5I/yUsYPYgf3Qc/s320/IMG_2831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690703091640472226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thanks farid! now to find a potential victim...&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/3598131977493265088-5831165016001327664?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-6002543612422454246?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/6002543612422454246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=6002543612422454246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6002543612422454246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6002543612422454246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/12/gr8-advice.html' title='gr8 advice'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MDIS0EGR50U/Tvlel7nnnoI/AAAAAAAAD4I/yPm4MY5MCAY/s72-c/385547_174572095967308_113413742083144_353287_1071957049_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-1606962134836072979</id><published>2011-12-27T13:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T13:37:53.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas lunch and dinner</title><content type='html'>i am blessed to be able to have a hearty lunch and dinner on Christmas Day (rather, to have the opportunity to stuff my face and hopefully gain a few pounds *wishful thinking*). this comes from someone who rarely goes out on a fancy dinner ever since that certain someone went off to pursue a dream... just kidding =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had lunch at one of Significant Other's favorite restaurants. we haven't been there for more than a year now, i owe him his birthday dinner for last year, and also for his birthday the year before that too (so... expired dy! mwahahahahhah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ptf6dSjNbeA/TvlVJ5E4GqI/AAAAAAAAD2g/NqJlREfb3AU/s1600/IMG_2812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ptf6dSjNbeA/TvlVJ5E4GqI/AAAAAAAAD2g/NqJlREfb3AU/s320/IMG_2812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690673232587791010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the Peking fan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aUSx4NNvpHo/TvlVJDkOFKI/AAAAAAAAD2U/QBnEHHHYiwE/s1600/IMG_2809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aUSx4NNvpHo/TvlVJDkOFKI/AAAAAAAAD2U/QBnEHHHYiwE/s320/IMG_2809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690673218223740066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enjoying her food immensely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BD3tTgQq3vM/TvlVI3GuurI/AAAAAAAAD2I/mrw4L1CfLvc/s1600/IMG_2810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BD3tTgQq3vM/TvlVI3GuurI/AAAAAAAAD2I/mrw4L1CfLvc/s320/IMG_2810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690673214878825138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this girl would rather run around the restaurant than eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fzyU0Kz1mxQ/TvlVKG1_KFI/AAAAAAAAD2s/RETJ0eT1jYQ/s1600/IMG_2813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fzyU0Kz1mxQ/TvlVKG1_KFI/AAAAAAAAD2s/RETJ0eT1jYQ/s320/IMG_2813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690673236283435090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peking Duck, baby kailan and beef with ginger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since Dad was around for Christmas, he insisted on having a proper Christmas dinner. since Mom wasn't well, we had dinner at a place closer to home. Auntie Noraishah joined us as well =). the restaurant gave out teddy bears as gifts when Dad paid the bill. the kids got one each, Auntie Noraishah got one to give her grandchild, even grownup Auntie Enn got one =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tRVXAy_FTeY/TvlVkKJpUCI/AAAAAAAAD3I/PUY-Kwj-Gis/s1600/IMG_2818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tRVXAy_FTeY/TvlVkKJpUCI/AAAAAAAAD3I/PUY-Kwj-Gis/s320/IMG_2818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690673683847794722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the starter. i preferred Significant Other's salad than mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qKttdSsumL8/TvlVjn3btTI/AAAAAAAAD28/67xi5JI5Ygw/s1600/IMG_2816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qKttdSsumL8/TvlVjn3btTI/AAAAAAAAD28/67xi5JI5Ygw/s320/IMG_2816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690673674644600114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mushroom soup for the kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3msnJVmSaWw/TvlVk-Ib8RI/AAAAAAAAD3g/yarcOaTdKhc/s1600/IMG_2822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3msnJVmSaWw/TvlVk-Ib8RI/AAAAAAAAD3g/yarcOaTdKhc/s320/IMG_2822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690673697801367826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Auntie Enn chilling out with the kids. Dinara was certainly in a gr8 mood that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ej3Ch6kK-P4/TvlVknl9x8I/AAAAAAAAD3U/GisRNXM6Wys/s1600/IMG_2819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ej3Ch6kK-P4/TvlVknl9x8I/AAAAAAAAD3U/GisRNXM6Wys/s320/IMG_2819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690673691751204802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Significant Other &amp;amp; Dad's turkey dinner set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tuTa48g9hiU/TvlVr5zuOaI/AAAAAAAAD38/Eh3EcwF3mNs/s1600/IMG_2824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tuTa48g9hiU/TvlVr5zuOaI/AAAAAAAAD38/Eh3EcwF3mNs/s320/IMG_2824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690673816899828130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mine: rib eye steak. yumm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fsy1Fs9i5r4/TvlVlZJFSVI/AAAAAAAAD3s/_PC1vS0gHf4/s1600/IMG_2823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fsy1Fs9i5r4/TvlVlZJFSVI/AAAAAAAAD3s/_PC1vS0gHf4/s320/IMG_2823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690673705051834706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and here's Dad enjoying his meal =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Significant Other says Dad makes the best Christmas dinner in the UK, so he's determined to spend Christmas in the UK next year =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone celebrating this holiday, hope you had a wonderful Christmas =). next up: resolutions for the New Year T___T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-1606962134836072979?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/1606962134836072979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=1606962134836072979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/1606962134836072979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/1606962134836072979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-lunch-and-dinner.html' title='christmas lunch and dinner'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ptf6dSjNbeA/TvlVJ5E4GqI/AAAAAAAAD2g/NqJlREfb3AU/s72-c/IMG_2812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-3937533874972216038</id><published>2011-12-27T12:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T19:24:58.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dayana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinara'/><title type='text'>christmas with the kids</title><content type='html'>so how was your Christmas holidays? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these photos were taken a day before Christmas. the husband came home for the long weekend so me and the family visited Pak Long and Mak Long in Melawati. Dinara seemed to enjoy herself in a big company, especially since she got to roam the house as she pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the eldest was so happy to get her tiara and earrings i bought at ToysRUs last week, she wears it everywhere, and it's the first thing she asks for when she gets up in the morning. a pain for me because she doesn't know how to wear them herself, so pagi2 buta she'll bang on the door demanding me to help her wear it for her. Daddy asked her if she wanted to be a doctor when she grows up, she shook her head and replied 'nooOoO, i wanna be Pwincess!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2X96ciBFE5c/TvlMEAsUNhI/AAAAAAAAD1k/EzumgYvyJ2Y/s1600/IMG_2802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2X96ciBFE5c/TvlMEAsUNhI/AAAAAAAAD1k/EzumgYvyJ2Y/s320/IMG_2802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690663235948394002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meet Princess Dayana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm putting her into a day school next year. i brought her along while surveying the school and she seemed to like seeing soo many kids at one place. let's hope she studies as hard as she plays later. this girl loves to make friends, anytime anywhere, particularly if she spies a kid nearby. she'd rather go play with a kid her age than enjoy the food every time we go out for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she still gets irritated each time you take off your shoes when seated during dinner outside. she'd go 'Daddy, pakai shoe Daddy! dirty!' and she won't leave you alone until you put your shoes back on. Auntie Enn pun dah kene, kggal. we used to teach her not to take of her shoes of not her feet will get dirty, so i guess she's returning the favor/reminder =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the little one enjoying herself. she currently enjoys eating her sister's crayons. this time she tried to 'eat' a flower. apparently it didn't suit her tastebuds. lol. Mom says she looks a bit chubbier now. i guess that's true. lately she feels so heavy carrying her with my bare hands T__T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_mROLDaAFc4/TvlMEfMIpBI/AAAAAAAAD1w/eELivxMNoNo/s1600/IMG_2800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_mROLDaAFc4/TvlMEfMIpBI/AAAAAAAAD1w/eELivxMNoNo/s320/IMG_2800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690663244134917138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my little Dd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think she's been watching too many repeats of Beauty &amp;amp; the Beast, because ever since the Daddy came back (and boy was she happy to have him around, bukan main manja si kecik nih ngan Daddy dia @_@) she keeps calling out 'Papa!'. rotfl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Papa?'&lt;br /&gt;'Papa!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and then since the elder one will always want to outdo her younger sister, she'll start bleating out 'Mama!' Mama!' as well @_@).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she also likes to pujuk her elder sister whenever i scold Dayana (and she goes sulking in the corner) for bullying Dinara. aih... kids are so pure, so innocent *love*. BUT! this 'angelic act' of theirs only happens once in a blue moon okay =P. else they'd be at each other's throats, fighting over who gets what T__T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent Boxing Day nursing my gassy tummy, sigh. how fun is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-3937533874972216038?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/3937533874972216038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=3937533874972216038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/3937533874972216038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/3937533874972216038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-with-kids.html' title='christmas with the kids'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2X96ciBFE5c/TvlMEAsUNhI/AAAAAAAAD1k/EzumgYvyJ2Y/s72-c/IMG_2802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-80010845379350467</id><published>2011-12-23T17:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T13:08:05.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>google magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5NXFHDG3bds/TvREcRsobsI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/GdFDlc4dKwI/s1600/2011-12-23%2B15.00.40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5NXFHDG3bds/TvREcRsobsI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/GdFDlc4dKwI/s320/2011-12-23%2B15.00.40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689247481853406914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;celebrating the spirit of Xmas indulging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i'm one of the very last people to know this buuuuttttt... who cares =P.&lt;br /&gt;try googling the phrase 'let it snow' and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Frank Sinatra comes to mind. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, try it! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;let it snow let it snow let it snow~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GSyADPgIQ8Y/TvREH8JRI8I/AAAAAAAAD1M/NKxi_wwqmYE/s1600/letitsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GSyADPgIQ8Y/TvREH8JRI8I/AAAAAAAAD1M/NKxi_wwqmYE/s320/letitsnow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689247132470551490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, the boss surprised the team with a little something before the holidays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OQGHXf2uPEE/TvlRvdXI2OI/AAAAAAAAD18/pUnH0NL60tI/s1600/IMG_2791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OQGHXf2uPEE/TvlRvdXI2OI/AAAAAAAAD18/pUnH0NL60tI/s320/IMG_2791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690669479936710882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am soo not a coffee fan. until now i don't know what to get from Starbucks. so i tried the Christmas special, which i find a little too sweet @_@.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if she timed it on purpose, but while waiting for our orders, Starbucks carolers sang some songs and handed out festive cuppies to the customers :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-80010845379350467?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/80010845379350467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=80010845379350467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/80010845379350467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/80010845379350467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/12/google-magic.html' title='google magic'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5NXFHDG3bds/TvREcRsobsI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/GdFDlc4dKwI/s72-c/2011-12-23%2B15.00.40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-2103627555016840354</id><published>2011-12-21T16:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T17:05:06.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freebies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;... and we all know Malaysians LOOOOOOOOVE freebies =D.&lt;br /&gt;so the next time you big corporate hotshots come up with some exciting deal for the public, do actually think first and strategize (is there such a word??) wisely, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are a few promo coupons i've come across so far during the past year, two if which i redeemed (goes without saying since i actually work above a shopping complex =P)... except for one. you might know which one it is, it's the one that sounds wayy too good to be true =D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-efmCywsm0-Y/TvGd5-QlGrI/AAAAAAAAD1A/B3kLNM3zAtA/s320/mcD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688501423636290226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;McD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6PtoAzj3Log/TvGd5haUsbI/AAAAAAAAD00/xtSRVUvjjX4/s320/BK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688501415892529586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HLa-ZKaf_aI/TvGd5QF4OyI/AAAAAAAAD0o/SP_yW6pPo2o/s320/KFC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688501411243375394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KFC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came across a friend's FB status earlier:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Melampau betul *** ni. Tadi aku nak beli ****** pun tak dapat. Rupanya dah abis kasi free kat orang ramai".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-2103627555016840354?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/2103627555016840354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=2103627555016840354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2103627555016840354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2103627555016840354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/12/freebies.html' title='freebies'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-efmCywsm0-Y/TvGd5-QlGrI/AAAAAAAAD1A/B3kLNM3zAtA/s72-c/mcD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-6491934366675443248</id><published>2011-12-20T16:50:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T12:12:27.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dayana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinara'/><title type='text'>back to sopping</title><content type='html'>sopping = Malays version of 'shopping'. kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told you my obsession over something - anything! - will never stop. since i see shoes are not a feasible item to go nuts on, i decided that the following would give me much more benefit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5RVj8UAPpRo/TvBNX3TM_BI/AAAAAAAAD0E/RVFOfIrLyfc/s1600/5039057800_1_1_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5RVj8UAPpRo/TvBNX3TM_BI/AAAAAAAAD0E/RVFOfIrLyfc/s320/5039057800_1_1_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688131401745759250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zara pencil skirt with pleats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or these two dress. have been eyeing them at MS since my birthday month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7KXw0J_ruU/TvBOl02-LfI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/3ICLVruX1so/s1600/20G03HRED_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7KXw0J_ruU/TvBOl02-LfI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/3ICLVruX1so/s320/20G03HRED_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688132741120273906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wRg1AYGGqEo/TvBOmPc3uEI/AAAAAAAAD0g/bR09ZWHSIG0/s1600/34C36HMUL_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wRg1AYGGqEo/TvBOmPc3uEI/AAAAAAAAD0g/bR09ZWHSIG0/s320/34C36HMUL_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688132748258555970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the husband says i should dress up more, but once you're a mom, it feels like the time you need to dress up is taken away by the kids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"mommy, nak susu lagiiiiiiiii!" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;throws bottle at my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mommy, i basah!"&lt;br /&gt;"mommy, i nak watch Frappy Band!"&lt;br /&gt;"suuuu~~~ shuuuuu~~~" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;that's Dinara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mommy, i nak watch tv."&lt;br /&gt;"mommeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee open door mommeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;at 6am in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, an image consultant is most welcome =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just found out yesterday that Dinara sudah pandai angkat tangan and say 'bih da!'. well, not clearly audible yet but you get the meaning. she did that when she managed to dribble a cupful of water down her chin and onto her t-shirt. when i ask her to find something for me and ask her 'where?', she would put her hands in the air and repeat 'where?' (also not so audible yet) and then she looks under my bed skirting for i-do-not-know-what. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copycat kakak dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayana throws tantrums more often than not, i suspect since it rains practically every evening she doesn't have an outlet to exhaust her energy, hence the tantrums. also i think i need to send her to a day school so she can make new friends, and also indirectly set goals for her (you know how if a friend has or does something, your kid also wants to do or have the exact same thing? haha something like that lah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's raining again! and i'm officially skirtified. i have an un-utilized (is there such a word? my pc dictionary says there isn't) GSC voucher with me, and i'm wondering if i should go watch Arthur Christmas by myself. good idea, no? i watched MI4: Ghost Protocol already with sil at MBO Subang Parade (i think i prefer GSC and TGV cinemas) and i kinda liked it. i also watched Alvin &amp;amp; The Chipmunks: Chipwrecked with Dayana at TGV Sunway last weekend. Dayana clearly enjoyed the popcorn. and the chipmunks. and she kept reapplying my chapstick on her lips every 5 minutes or so. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGV Sunway has changed quite alot. there's a TGV Club, a Beanieplex, and IMAX? @_@ i have no idea what they are. even their online purchasing system is different. i suppose after this they're definitely gonna increase the price. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-6491934366675443248?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/6491934366675443248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=6491934366675443248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6491934366675443248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6491934366675443248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/12/back-to-sopping.html' title='back to sopping'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5RVj8UAPpRo/TvBNX3TM_BI/AAAAAAAAD0E/RVFOfIrLyfc/s72-c/5039057800_1_1_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-62863724000442303</id><published>2011-12-16T15:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T15:29:21.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolls'/><title type='text'>millie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtT9Dhmc5A/TurxgeiLaII/AAAAAAAADz4/P4GuDXf2ETM/s1600/IMG_2687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtT9Dhmc5A/TurxgeiLaII/AAAAAAAADz4/P4GuDXf2ETM/s320/IMG_2687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686623019763198082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;millie's found a new home! i hope she's permastash there. she really is miss simpleton. yesterday while stopping for gas, i had her in the passenger seat of my car, when the gas attendant who attended to me began peering through my car window. then he beckoned towards his friend and starting talking in a language i don't understand in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he probably thought i was crazy i had a doll riding in the car with me, haha (i once drove Ipoh-KL with a gigantic Mashimaro seated beside me in the passenger seat, siap pakai seatbelt lagi ok).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've come to a conclusion that i like freckled dolls, and also i like them fair, and preferably ones without dreads. for now =D. apart from Pamela being my dream doll, this one comes a close second:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1y7yHGELGZ4/TurxgLMJYtI/AAAAAAAADzs/FUuUINE75vg/s1600/5207800256_84dec77f04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1y7yHGELGZ4/TurxgLMJYtI/AAAAAAAADzs/FUuUINE75vg/s320/5207800256_84dec77f04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686623014570517202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-62863724000442303?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/62863724000442303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=62863724000442303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/62863724000442303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/62863724000442303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/12/millie.html' title='millie'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtT9Dhmc5A/TurxgeiLaII/AAAAAAAADz4/P4GuDXf2ETM/s72-c/IMG_2687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-2887024158765402064</id><published>2011-12-16T14:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T15:16:47.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sock bun update</title><content type='html'>so... i did a little experiment yesterday. at 3 in the morning (i couldn't sleep). i didn't use any serum or whatever, mainly because i don't own any. i only used abit of water because my hair seems to be at uneven lengths. don't ask me how many tries it took to get my hair up in the sock bun, i was beginning to think that doing Bamboletta messy buns were much more easier than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to work with the bun, btw. hahahaha. i was doubtful that the curls would last a whole day. kagum that adrin still had her curls the next day.&lt;br /&gt;i took the sock out just after i had my lunch. verdict below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before (3am):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gMTeGNy2Zw/Turs0rtffuI/AAAAAAAADzU/lFhW0h3cHJ8/s1600/sockbun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gMTeGNy2Zw/Turs0rtffuI/AAAAAAAADzU/lFhW0h3cHJ8/s320/sockbun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686617869339557602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after (2pm):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-apOQ-WIwwW0/Turvin7CVkI/AAAAAAAADzg/ecjjbeUFtnU/s1600/IMG_2709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-apOQ-WIwwW0/Turvin7CVkI/AAAAAAAADzg/ecjjbeUFtnU/s320/IMG_2709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686620857619863106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair can't hold curls it seems. suggest me a hair-friendly curl-strengthener serum, please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-2887024158765402064?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/2887024158765402064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=2887024158765402064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2887024158765402064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2887024158765402064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/12/sock-bun-update.html' title='sock bun update'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gMTeGNy2Zw/Turs0rtffuI/AAAAAAAADzU/lFhW0h3cHJ8/s72-c/sockbun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-4904105904190261206</id><published>2011-12-15T23:17:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T00:17:45.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fit or fat?</title><content type='html'>i was browsing the web trying to find out if a particular product really does help a person in increasing their weight when consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to find a thread in which people were asking how they could gain weight the most easiest and most reliable way when i came across the following, which made me want to fall out of my chair in laughter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TtnZt0PRwZ0/TuoPzwE8jqI/AAAAAAAADyY/yIgmo9lPswQ/s1600/fitness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TtnZt0PRwZ0/TuoPzwE8jqI/AAAAAAAADyY/yIgmo9lPswQ/s400/fitness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686374861262065314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as far as i've been told, a great way to fatten yourself up is to go to sleep immediately after you've eaten. so far all i've gotten is a buncit stomach. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone actually mistook 'carbs' as 'crabs'. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is another one i LOL. if this is true, then please forgive me, i am not a rocket scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HUQQgnYfzsM/TuoZPwifppI/AAAAAAAADyw/ksBffz8-_28/s1600/health.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HUQQgnYfzsM/TuoZPwifppI/AAAAAAAADyw/ksBffz8-_28/s400/health.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686385238026987154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really, someone told me that in order for you to gain weight, the calories that you need to consume daily must be more than what you actually need per day. true? or myth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's another funny one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3K7rRbD43GM/TuobLQQSyjI/AAAAAAAADzI/aN0prnqPavA/s1600/waist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3K7rRbD43GM/TuobLQQSyjI/AAAAAAAADzI/aN0prnqPavA/s400/waist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686387359664491058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiiiit. so i guess i need to check myself into a hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so a little midnight humor read from me. do note that this post was not meant to insult anyone, i just found it amusing as to how people would react to the mere question of 'how can i gain weight'. i would've gone through the whole thread but that would mean clicking 70 more pages of replies @_@. but as i browsed towards the end of the thread, the advises given became more helpful and rational (as in what to eat, how to exercise) than the easy answer of 'eat McD, KFC and Pizza Hut every day'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have yet to answer that question for myself but lately i started mulling over this matter mainly because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i was dismissed on the basis that i looked light enough to fly away (and that's not via airplane ok) also that i wasn't curvy enough in all the right places; and&lt;br /&gt;2) i saw myself in recent photos horribly resembling an anorexic. sigh. you didn't even need to have x-ray vision to see my skeleton outline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i should get some sleep. today has been quite a record of me posting entries (if you're bored, then wait til i have too much on my plate i won't have time to entertain you peeps =P). goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-4904105904190261206?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iyeUev8h95Q/TunMkq7HPEI/AAAAAAAADyA/ecPUuW4Iirc/s320/392731_10150436687444370_656874369_8905223_1844328631_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686300934901546050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyone interested?&lt;br /&gt;ocean grad hemp, project by Turquoise Fields. size 5.&lt;br /&gt;rm550 shipped. rm20 off if purchased in 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-2442909071110412673?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/2442909071110412673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=2442909071110412673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2442909071110412673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2442909071110412673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/12/blue-ocean.html' title='blue ocean'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iyeUev8h95Q/TunMkq7HPEI/AAAAAAAADyA/ecPUuW4Iirc/s72-c/392731_10150436687444370_656874369_8905223_1844328631_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-4579775692350386630</id><published>2011-12-15T18:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T21:55:08.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dayana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinara'/><title type='text'>when you brush your teeth</title><content type='html'>Dinara loves brushing her teeth, however the elder sister does not. i practically had to get her a new toothbrush before she willingly subjected herself to scrubbing her pearly whites. she still gets into a fight with Bibik over the sink every night though. probably Bibik kasar sangat T_T (she managed to karate chop my glass side table into two, who else do you know is able to do that???).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F0B_XZYQIEY/TunKAXAUEBI/AAAAAAAADx0/fK_L2dTOzKQ/s320/IMG_2733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686298112056102930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this here is Dinara's way of brushing her teeth. first you put abit of toothpaste onto your toothbrush then proceed to brush what little teeth that you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oYx5Xf4UcuA/TunJ_SmyF2I/AAAAAAAADxc/K9xM4sYWmXw/s320/IMG_2730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686298093695407970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think that the amount of toothpaste is insufficient you can add more to your toothbrush. or better yet, to simplify everything, you can just squirt another amount of toothpaste directly into the mouth as per picture below T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1_6hi8mwbjM/TunJ_qa1-5I/AAAAAAAADxs/JsW94A1mc6M/s320/IMG_2732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686298100087782290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rotfl. i need more cartoon episodes featuring the characters brushing their teeth to show the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayana has been inquiring about my earrings and keep saying that she wants to wear earrings too. if i remember correctly i pierced mine when i was about her age. i also remember that i had a friend who chickened out after piercing one ear because she couldn't tolerate the pain. hmmm. we'll wait til Tok Ami is free then we go pierce you earlobes, kay Dayana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm off to get pizza for Dayana. she was asking about it yesterday but i already bought sushi for my midnight snack =P~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-4579775692350386630?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/4579775692350386630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=4579775692350386630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/4579775692350386630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/4579775692350386630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-you-brush-your-teeth.html' title='when you brush your teeth'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F0B_XZYQIEY/TunKAXAUEBI/AAAAAAAADx0/fK_L2dTOzKQ/s72-c/IMG_2733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-5579554149840394233</id><published>2011-12-15T16:10:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T21:56:25.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first time i've heard of sock buns</title><content type='html'>inspired by Adrin's blogpost &lt;a href="http://glam-mama-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/12/sock-bun-curls-using-baby-leggings.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what first came to my mind when i read the first part of her post was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" com="" img="" gifhref="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QkZ3SMeMoow/TumsHuoZ0HI/AAAAAAAADws/7fACViinY8U/s1600/392368_10150449718402974_660282973_8492329_1077877813_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QkZ3SMeMoow/TumsHuoZ0HI/AAAAAAAADws/7fACViinY8U/s320/392368_10150449718402974_660282973_8492329_1077877813_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686265253308518514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;photo courtesy of Lita!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm... the animals in the photo above are sock animals. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so in general socks are very useful. you can do many things with them, including sticking them into your hair. just make sure you don't use a smelly sock, else your hair will end up with curls AND odour. hahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrin has written a lovely post on these sock buns. i am so into curls lately ever since learning how to do the gibson tuck hair style: by tying your hair up and tucking the ends in (although i cheat by using a gigantic scrunchie, you need tons of bobby pins to secure the hair in place). by the end of the day when you let your hair down, you get a nice set of temp curls without even using a curling iron (which i've never tried to use before =P). this hairstyle was inspired by a friend i met during a walk-in-interview a month ago =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjNMLn9Zoe8/TumujpXSIYI/AAAAAAAADw4/uT3esO6dC2g/s1600/Gibson_Tuck_Hairstyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjNMLn9Zoe8/TumujpXSIYI/AAAAAAAADw4/uT3esO6dC2g/s320/Gibson_Tuck_Hairstyle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686267931954127234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the gibson tuck hair style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;image source: google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eIpbzHsBFOI/Tum6lU5vrvI/AAAAAAAADxQ/mZYO9x3aTgM/s1600/IMG_2699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eIpbzHsBFOI/Tum6lU5vrvI/AAAAAAAADxQ/mZYO9x3aTgM/s320/IMG_2699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686281154960797426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my own lousy version, with the scrunchie =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a picture tutorial of the gibson tuck hairstyle can be found &lt;a href="http://frannyslonghair.blogspot.com/2010/05/hairstyle-how-to-gibson-tuck.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another hairstyle i've totally been fascinated about is the rope braid. i couldn't figure out for the life of me how to intertwine strands of hair and not let them unravel by themselves. the secret is to twist the separate strands in the opposite way from the way you twist the strands together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D5_W2YBXvkI/Tum43bDcfsI/AAAAAAAADxE/MAgK6e_KTAU/s1600/ropebraid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D5_W2YBXvkI/Tum43bDcfsI/AAAAAAAADxE/MAgK6e_KTAU/s320/ropebraid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686279266826485442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ta-da! my very own rope braid! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, for future reference, i just wanted to post here the youtube link that Adrin blogged about =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3FV-YO46E8Y" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soo into youtube these days. i'm just too lazy to wait for them to load =P. balik nanti i wanna try with my dot's huggalugs. hahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-5579554149840394233?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/5579554149840394233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=5579554149840394233' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/5579554149840394233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-6349039247585054331</id><published>2011-12-14T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T23:18:30.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>isn't it a wonder</title><content type='html'>squee!!! my bestie Amie used to go nuts over this boyband back when we were in high school. she even bought the album and let me borrow it, on which this song was in. since this song was zaman old skool, i thought i'd never be able to find the mp3. but i did. and i found this as well =D. one of my favorite songs in the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. i'm a 80's baby that enjoy 90's music =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/unxn6yL_DDg" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/unxn6yL_DDg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-7245507903853983290</id><published>2011-12-14T17:05:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T00:44:47.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alot to talk about</title><content type='html'>i was googling Qatar Airways when i came across an interesting read. i barely know the blogger, i just chanced upon her blog and gave it a read. and liked what i see. even though i don't have a clue of who she is. haha. seems like it's hard not to like her after going through her blog. i like how she pursued dream and finally acheived it, which really doesn't happen to just anyone (i guess her physical attributes had something to with it as well, see previous sentence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so after reading her blog, i realized how much i missed blogging. for some reason my life has been pretty dull. i haven't been babywearing in ages, which also means that i haven't been out of the house much lately. so here's some random pics i got from my iPhone with hopes of entertaining whoever reads my blog. i don't get alot of comments so i barely even know how many eyes actually make it to en1x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here are random things i'd like to crap about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. birthday tickets from Nuffnang courtesy of TGV Cinemas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2sbuRES4yF4/TuhrLFfRjSI/AAAAAAAADv8/teMgNi9zxGo/s1600/IMG_2686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2sbuRES4yF4/TuhrLFfRjSI/AAAAAAAADv8/teMgNi9zxGo/s320/IMG_2686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685912367751335202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last month was my birthday month so i received an email from Nuffnang saying i could collect 4 complimentary tickets from TGV Cinemas at their office. woohoo! free movie passes! problem is, i had never been to Nuffnang before and judging from their address (Heritage House) i definitely haven't been around that area before. i had to use my phone GPS to get there, and even then i had to make a u-turn because i couldn't turn right from Sultan Ismail (my gps told me to turn right at a no-right turn wahhahaha). their office reminded me alot of my former company's workplace. seriously. i was like, so this is an office? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a special thanks to Nuffnang and TGV for such a nice gift for a feeble person like me =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i borong-ed Ombak Rindu - the book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rfyK-WyUKkk/TuhrK_SP-HI/AAAAAAAADvw/n-2VfQJaKK8/s1600/IMG_2682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rfyK-WyUKkk/TuhrK_SP-HI/AAAAAAAADvw/n-2VfQJaKK8/s320/IMG_2682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685912366086092914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeee ok did i mention that i h8 the movie? =P~~~ jk! since my friend told me the movie was inspired from a book, and i was told that the book was quite good, so i thought i had to get it. two of my friends wanted to get it as well (i'm not that crazy to borong 3 for myself ok: one for upstairs, one for downstairs, and one in the car? haha) so i got my friend to help me buy them at the MPH fair at MVEC last weekend. i think my theory still stands: if something exists in both book and movie form, whatever form you encounter first will be the one you favor better. no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also in the process of collecting the Twilight books. so far i've only bought two. i'm abit cerewet on the physical look of the book. if anyone comes across the original cover version of Twilight, do let me know? =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. someone's latest progress at flying skool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier today i received a WA message and was just about to open it when i received a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dah tengok?"&lt;br /&gt;"i baru nak bukak. asal?"&lt;br /&gt;"tengok dulu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tUxO9xC_CgE/TuhrLmZwlXI/AAAAAAAADwM/Yc1kNXhkpVU/s1600/IMG_2685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tUxO9xC_CgE/TuhrLmZwlXI/AAAAAAAADwM/Yc1kNXhkpVU/s320/IMG_2685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685912376586573170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chee. someone scored the highest imaginable score ever for Principles of Flight rupanya. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.camwhoring time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the blog i mentioned about earlier? well the blogger practically had photos of herself EVERYWHERE in her blog. i think that's what made her blog seem interesting. haha. i h8 taking photos of myself. i'm reaching my third decade and already i feel old. fuuuhhh~. anyway, here's me camwhoring abit, wahahahhahahaha. don't laugh k =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always wanted my hair to have wavy ends but saloons keep telling me that my hair can't hold big curls. or something like that lah. previously i kept straightening my hair on an annual basis, i last rebonded my hair in early 2009. being not-poker-straight is the new in for me lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vp7gnohI7mg/Tuh43I_tEXI/AAAAAAAADwg/090pTk0MiQQ/s1600/boring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vp7gnohI7mg/Tuh43I_tEXI/AAAAAAAADwg/090pTk0MiQQ/s320/boring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685927418258067826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. my dots books - princess &amp;amp; jigsaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on my way to the posto yesterday when i came across MPH's booth at North Court, G Floor. i simply cannot buy the kids books that are not hardcover based - they simply don't know how to appreciate them. the youngest would burst into a fit of giggles whenever she manages to tear a paper into two, and the eldest simply won't baby her books. she'd campak them everywhere sometimes for game, she even managed to dismantle a hardcover book T_T so all those lovely 365 bedtime storybooks will have to wait until my kids can finally appreciate story time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway for Dayana i bought Princess books - a set of three - i know how much she loves princesses, and for Dinara, a hardcover jigsaw book that contains 4 big jigsaw puzzles - not that she knows how to put jigsaw pieces together, i just found the book too colorful to resist =P. when i showed her the puzzle pieces could be removed from the book, she got mad at me each time i wouldn't allow her to get the puzzle pieces out because she'd end up biting them anyways. Dayana pulak got pretty obsessive over her books, she didn't even allow me to read them. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me? ever heard of 'Guess How Much I Love You'? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. lunch with my former colleagues two days in a row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the participants: karen j, wah jei, and shishi (same opis but we never hang out much). yesterday we had lunch at Aunty Nat. today we had lunch at La Manila. karen recently got back from maternity, and wah jei hasn't been travelling for quite some time, so we met up mostly to crap =D. i told karen next meetup we go alexis for pavlova, but only after CNY. hahahah. next week shishi will be on leave til the new year's to clear her leave T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's raining but i'm pretty lazy to get my butt down, mainly because i'll end up stuck in horrible traffic. a friend of mine is at DEMC. i thought of going after work today but the weather is soo sucky i think i'll drop by tomorrow before work. ta~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and btw, driving to Pos Besar KL is so much easier / less hassle than taking the ktm from mv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-7245507903853983290?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/7245507903853983290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=7245507903853983290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7245507903853983290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7245507903853983290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/12/alot-to-talk-about.html' title='alot to talk about'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2sbuRES4yF4/TuhrLFfRjSI/AAAAAAAADv8/teMgNi9zxGo/s72-c/IMG_2686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-2516224684299342342</id><published>2011-12-12T11:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T22:15:01.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stickies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N2icdbTQAqU/TuV_1Wjf0pI/AAAAAAAADtg/jOyseG8hejQ/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N2icdbTQAqU/TuV_1Wjf0pI/AAAAAAAADtg/jOyseG8hejQ/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685090659189379730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sticky sticky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like Sticky candy. not good for your teeth, i know. haha. i first heard of them during the time i attended the flash mobs in Jaya One, they were randomly handing some small jars to people filled with sticky candy. the jar itself was pretty miniature, and the candies inside were sooo pretty i think if i were to have gotten one of those i would end up hoarding instead of eating them =P. my friends got one, but as usual, nobody offered me any. am i really that stormy? T___T. was even tempted to steal the ones on the table next to us hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dini opened her sticky candy jar and let me try one. gosh instant teeth-rotting agent but ridiculously cute and addicting! i think i can work my way through a whole jar all by myself without me even realizing =P~. she told me their store was in One Utama, sharing the same level with Rotiboy. she knows because she planned to get those as wedding souvenirs last time but the elders wouldn't hear of it hahahah (i'd rather receive 'useful' items than those glam glass ornaments that end up collecting dust on the table btw =P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one day i chanced upon the store with lix and decided to get a jar for me to stuff my face with. they didn't have much choice if you were to buy on the shelf, they only had one jar size available with multiple flavors inside. they even prepared samples for you to try in case you got curious of a particular color. i'm more inclined towards the sticky fruit, the candies that look like miniature weird-looking logs with a little picture on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-roRc9Q7nF3g/TuV_1JY4VyI/AAAAAAAADtU/KK_mHllTQ_A/s1600/photo%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-roRc9Q7nF3g/TuV_1JY4VyI/AAAAAAAADtU/KK_mHllTQ_A/s320/photo%25281%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685090655655188258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one size available ready made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hDyY62j2Zds/TuV_0OAhk2I/AAAAAAAADtM/LffG78DTjjI/s1600/photo%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hDyY62j2Zds/TuV_0OAhk2I/AAAAAAAADtM/LffG78DTjjI/s320/photo%25283%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685090639715341154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see the cute little images! and the colors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't need to refrigerate them. the candies come in weird sizes mainly because they're handmade, at the store i saw with my own eyes how they were chopping the long rod-like candies into pieces (i totally cannot be tasked to do that, i'd be busy fretting at how each piece would turn out - senget lah, too big lah, too small lah hahahahah). i hopped on over to their website, seems like they come in so many more flavors, one could go dizzy just deciding on one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the store takes customized orders priced according to the jar size if i'm not mistaken, but the the minimum order would be 6 kilos =P. you could head over to the website for more info since i don't know what i'm crapping about half of the time =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FNrR7KPG2l8/TuV_z5T70NI/AAAAAAAADs8/spZOdT8qr5o/s1600/photo%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FNrR7KPG2l8/TuV_z5T70NI/AAAAAAAADs8/spZOdT8qr5o/s320/photo%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685090634159608018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what you get in a jar of candy =P~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ok it might not be your cup of tea but i happen to like 'em, so sush!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-2516224684299342342?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/2516224684299342342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=2516224684299342342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2516224684299342342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2516224684299342342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/12/sticky.html' title='stickies'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N2icdbTQAqU/TuV_1Wjf0pI/AAAAAAAADtg/jOyseG8hejQ/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-5341406153907594889</id><published>2011-12-11T10:10:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T11:07:30.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to dress up</title><content type='html'>this year it seems that everyone's annual dinner has some sort of theme which require them to dress up (in order to win Best Dressed haha). the theme could be retro, futuristic, swashbuckling Pirates, or figures the Roman Empire era. for my company, it was Movie Night. i think sil's annual dinner over at EY was following along the same theme too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. gah. what should i dress up as? it's not easy picking your outfit for the night. pffft. i've never even gone out of my way to rent an outfit just to blend in. anyway, here's a record on where you can actually rent a costume if the situation calls for it. a colleague sent us some links a few days before our annual dinner, but i didn't even look at the links (oops... =P maybe i'll add them here later just in case). i tried googling costume rentals online, but i got very few results. only three stores stood out from all the rest, mainly because i'm familiar with the area. i'd rather not get lost in the process of looking for a shop i've never been to, and besides, the dinner was held at the very same night i was looking, so... =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a store in Subang Jaya i heard, but when i tried calling the store from the number i got online, it was disconnected. furthermore i read in forums that they no longer rented but only supplied to-buy costumes, so didn't want to waste my time looking for the store despite being the nearest in case that was true (since i got these information from forums dated 2 years ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second store was situated in KLCC. i heard this was quite famous? from what my sil told me. the store was called &lt;a href="http://www.costumesempire.com/index.php"&gt;Costume Empire&lt;/a&gt;. from their website they seemed pretty established too. it was just too far out of my way to drive all the way down to rempuh jam just to rent a costume which i had to return a couple of days later @_@. i never go down to KL anymore ever since i stopped working in the heart of the bustling city. heck i didn't even know the Angkasaraya building was no more T__T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the store details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Costumes Empire (001771732-D),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lot 2.36 &amp;amp; 2.37, 1st Floor Wisma Central,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jalan Ampang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;50450 Kuala Lumpur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tel: 03 2164 3698 (Linda - for rental assistance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tel: 010 3612565 (Amy - children's  costumes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tel: 019 3000711 (Rose - for custom-made assistance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Opening Hours:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mon-Fri: 1130-1930&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sat: 1130-1730&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other store was &lt;a href="http://costumeworld.com.my/index.shtml"&gt;Costume World&lt;/a&gt;, situated in Pelangi Damansara. so ok i was sorta familiar with the area. i called them up and they said it was possible to rent a costume at such short notice so i decided to try my luck at this store. the store was situated right above 7 Eleven among the shoplots opposite Houz Depot (er, more or less. i recall this blue pedestrian bridge connecting the shoplots to the opposite side of the road).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got to the store, there were a bunch of people inside the store also looking for costumes T_T. i think i felt invisible for almost half an hour being in the store since there was nobody to attend to me. i seriously didn't know what costume to pick and if it were up to me i wouldn't even be there in the first place. i tried browsing through the racks for inspiration and still came back empty-handed. but i must say, their choices are pretty great, but this is my first time being in a store like this, after all. the costumes were arranged by category, and they even came in a range of sizes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even tried asking for help from the store owner (whom i think she was) but she just dismissed me and asked me to go through their available catalogs categorized by theme, which i already did. i think i would've made my choice and leave the store faster if customers didn't keep hogging the catalogs because apparently i overlooked the one labelled 'movie characters and cartoon'. grrr. well, at least try and get someone to assist and suggest to a noob like me, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least the other store owner was nice. i was already in a bad mood by the time i got to the counter with the costume of my choice but at least he tried to make polite conversation. he even entertained a couple who arrived after store opening hours and got his staff to help them choose an outfit. me? grrr. does nobody like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally narrowed my choices after i got my hands on the correct catalog. i might have enjoyed myself if i had a friend along like how the other customers in the store did. and despite feeling like an idiot for the first half of my stay, i'd still like to go back there in case of future functions in need of a costume. it's not always you get to dress up to be someone else, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i almost forgot the store details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Costume World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B-3A-17 Pusat Perdagangan Pelangi Square        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Persiaran Surian PJU 6        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pelangi Damansara        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;47800 Petaling Jaya, Selangor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tel: 03 7729 733&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Opening Hours:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mon-Fri: 1100-1900&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sat: 1100-1600&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my company dinner was held yesterday at the Crowne Plaza, KL. seemed that there were an abundant number of pirates at the dinner, mainly because it was the easiest thing to dress up as. i think there were enough pirates to form Jack Sparrow's crew even, haha. some people dressed up in characters that were abit hard to distinguish (someone mistook Poison Ivy as Tinkerbell haha), others just came as themselves. one of my colleagues even came as Russell from Up, complete with the backpack and helium-filled balloons trailing behind him, lol. he kept giving away his balloons yet always seemed to have a bunch still left about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's to name a few. ugh i look soooo anorexic T_T. anyway, a few random photos below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cZHOhVgtPmU/Tubz72dDdeI/AAAAAAAADvA/pdiXBDSMqXI/s1600/PC101679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cZHOhVgtPmU/Tubz72dDdeI/AAAAAAAADvA/pdiXBDSMqXI/s320/PC101679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685499789157037538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;itinerary of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_CxfKYey2O4/Tub0Xor40eI/AAAAAAAADvY/HeEAgWo0nS0/s1600/dinner_20111210_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_CxfKYey2O4/Tub0Xor40eI/AAAAAAAADvY/HeEAgWo0nS0/s320/dinner_20111210_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685500266497495522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take 20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KC3fogaC1z0/Tub0XRaRBXI/AAAAAAAADvM/TzFReUEO6O8/s1600/dinner_20111210_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KC3fogaC1z0/Tub0XRaRBXI/AAAAAAAADvM/TzFReUEO6O8/s320/dinner_20111210_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685500260249568626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-74guXI-Mt7c/Tub0YXrQsMI/AAAAAAAADvk/2TJal10hH0g/s1600/dinner_20111210_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-74guXI-Mt7c/Tub0YXrQsMI/AAAAAAAADvk/2TJal10hH0g/s320/dinner_20111210_007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685500279111332034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jx8NLoBt5Co/Tubz7HuWI_I/AAAAAAAADuo/2Q8pYdmqX08/s1600/DSC_9052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jx8NLoBt5Co/Tubz7HuWI_I/AAAAAAAADuo/2Q8pYdmqX08/s320/DSC_9052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685499776613098482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--UksGAboseM/Tubz7WX7ahI/AAAAAAAADu0/oSwM4Zlw6FI/s1600/DSC_9048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--UksGAboseM/Tubz7WX7ahI/AAAAAAAADu0/oSwM4Zlw6FI/s320/DSC_9048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685499780545604114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these two won Best Dressed for dressing up as the opposite sex hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Zoxq5yNsoY/TubyXoM8rjI/AAAAAAAADts/UDwb8QVMqRo/s1600/DSC02136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Zoxq5yNsoY/TubyXoM8rjI/AAAAAAAADts/UDwb8QVMqRo/s320/DSC02136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685498067344469554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fBmVm0Qnls/TubyYCrEESI/AAAAAAAADt4/TINBLpagDPc/s1600/DSC02137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fBmVm0Qnls/TubyYCrEESI/AAAAAAAADt4/TINBLpagDPc/s320/DSC02137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685498074450104610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with the Blues Brothers. eiii i had my eyes closed &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qF5U4CYmaxU/Tuby7m2rNYI/AAAAAAAADuQ/PXYXFyqexZc/s1600/dinner_20111210_101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qF5U4CYmaxU/Tuby7m2rNYI/AAAAAAAADuQ/PXYXFyqexZc/s320/dinner_20111210_101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685498685457905026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mvqNDHkFWys/Tuby7NUpVcI/AAAAAAAADuE/ESWpBOUkfQM/s1600/dinner_20111210_066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mvqNDHkFWys/Tuby7NUpVcI/AAAAAAAADuE/ESWpBOUkfQM/s320/dinner_20111210_066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685498678604289474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kyiquQh3TWY/Tuby8J6OdGI/AAAAAAAADuc/BtwXoag4otk/s1600/DSC_9062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kyiquQh3TWY/Tuby8J6OdGI/AAAAAAAADuc/BtwXoag4otk/s320/DSC_9062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685498694868038754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meet Mr. Marilyn Monroe. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-5341406153907594889?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cZHOhVgtPmU/Tubz72dDdeI/AAAAAAAADvA/pdiXBDSMqXI/s72-c/PC101679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-1128739484468553196</id><published>2011-12-09T02:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T02:33:05.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolls'/><title type='text'>bamboletta fever</title><content type='html'>one of the things that frustrates me is, they tend to look prettier irl photos than in their upload photos. lol. not that i would ever score on bigcartel though. the moon would be pink if i ever were to score one at retail. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here are some of the dolls that i love with their irl pics for comparison. i conclude that my first criteria would be the hair, followed by the eyes, and freckles is an added plus =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am glad i scored a 15" DFH instead of a 12". the size is rubbing off me, great huggable size =D (and sometimes when people refuse international shipping, that turns out to be a blessing in disguise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's Bluebell, old-style Bamboletta. she was a giveaway doll, which means she doesn't have a birth certificate. wish she came with her original shoes though T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kXl8HaU8yCE/TuD9nHZ0A2I/AAAAAAAADsM/fRpiECc5Qwg/s1600/BamboBluebell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kXl8HaU8yCE/TuD9nHZ0A2I/AAAAAAAADsM/fRpiECc5Qwg/s320/BamboBluebell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683821578185605986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is Natalie. she has freckles!!! and i seem to love this kind of hair. i think if i only saw her upload photo and not her irl photo, i think i wouldn't even dream of buying her, haha. her original clothes were not helping either =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuDNZBS7ZWQ/TuD9m1cCrMI/AAAAAAAADr8/DIjP44je0T0/s1600/BamboNatalie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuDNZBS7ZWQ/TuD9m1cCrMI/AAAAAAAADr8/DIjP44je0T0/s320/BamboNatalie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683821573363117250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet Pamela, the one that got away, sigh. i was so close, but the i wasn't in front of the PC at the time. i had just raised enough funds for her without me knowing it, so i guess she wasn't meant for me... for now. another freckled lady! see the hair resemblance with the pic above, lol. at least this one came in a much nicer outfit than Natalie, lol. doesn't help that her birthdate is the same day (26th August) as Dinara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nwwHy03Y090/TuD9mnwiW9I/AAAAAAAADr0/hLQxcq1ksGo/s1600/BamboPamela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nwwHy03Y090/TuD9mnwiW9I/AAAAAAAADr0/hLQxcq1ksGo/s320/BamboPamela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683821569690983378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one here is miss simpleton. i actually like her sweater. i read that it's a Nonna sweater? i think. i see alot of Nonna sweaters being bought like hotcakes in the doll community. maybe i can get Aida of Aidafiqs to sew one for Kami, hehe. if only the States was just a row boat away =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DdzctI5S6zc/TuECoIo0UYI/AAAAAAAADsw/ULcNrGiQ4OM/s1600/Bambo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DdzctI5S6zc/TuECoIo0UYI/AAAAAAAADsw/ULcNrGiQ4OM/s320/Bambo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683827093254984066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok just posting them here because i've been saving each pretty dolly pic i come across then i forget who and where i got it from. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of temperature, Dayana's temperature is like a rollercoaster, up and down. she only just fell asleep (funny how the meds didn't konk her out). she's much more agreeable in taking meds, preferring to sit up rather than her lying in my lap. we saw the Dr. this morning (yay i'm ING covered now!) and she refused to even open her mouth for the Dr. to look at. siap jeling lagi. eksi betul. lol. hope she gets well soon. not sure where she got it from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-1128739484468553196?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/1128739484468553196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=1128739484468553196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/1128739484468553196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/1128739484468553196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/12/bamboletta-fever.html' title='bamboletta fever'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kXl8HaU8yCE/TuD9nHZ0A2I/AAAAAAAADsM/fRpiECc5Qwg/s72-c/BamboBluebell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-297805944592774817</id><published>2011-12-08T05:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T05:44:02.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marimekko fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-syF7DflnnK8/Tt_d4Yz4LzI/AAAAAAAADro/KAjpUJWkNX8/s1600/376086_10150442877538836_123687063835_8303852_836169028_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-syF7DflnnK8/Tt_d4Yz4LzI/AAAAAAAADro/KAjpUJWkNX8/s320/376086_10150442877538836_123687063835_8303852_836169028_n.jpg" border="0" http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifalt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683505215567310642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just had to put this up. hahahahahha. taken off FinnStyle's &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/finnstyle"&gt;FB&lt;/a&gt; page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-297805944592774817?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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hmph. so lucky i went down to the centre to ask. picked up gongcha while i was at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i totally respect people who have to contend to bitchy customers in their line of work and still put up a smiley face the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make sure you have a proper phone to fall back onto just in case your primary phone goes wonky. in my case, my trusty Sony E's charger sudah kong so i had no choice but to use the husband's HTC diamond. god i hate that phone. it heats up during calls and when it's plugged into its charger, and the battery life is really short even though you've already had it charged overnight. the menu lags too, it takes ages for it to start up (i keep imagining in case of emergencies, you might die first before the phone fully loads itself to call for help hahah). it doesn't have the most responsive touch screen so whether i like it or not i have to navigate the phone using a stylus because sometimes jabbing your finger at the screen ends up fruitless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the car i'm able to multitask with the iPhone but i fail at handling a stylus-operated phone with a screen so tiny you practically have to focus. for the life of me, i can't even remember why Significant Other ever bought that phone in the first place (i think it was about time he changed phones but the iPhone wasn't out yet. also fil comes to mind, hmmm...). so until today, i really dislike htc, no matter what you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, my last backup data was dated sometime in august, so i lost 3 months' worth of data, mainly sms and chat conversations. oh and i lost my progress in the Smurfs too, sigh. so now i'm back to square one. pfft. i did manage to manually retrieve my photos before i sent the phone to Maxis so i'm glad i still have that. although i wish i could put them back onto the Camera Roll, but i don't think that's possible. oh well. about time i delete unwanted photos and archive them anyway. and i got to reorganize my applications, trimming the ones i don't use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh... iPhone, it's good to have you back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched a Malay movie at the cinema with sil on Tuesday, Ombak Rindu. who would've thunk?? =P. Significant Other doesn't layan Malay movies at the cinema, we both would rather watch on DVD instead. one fine evening sil WA'd me and said 'jom tengok wayang' so i'm like oookay. my WA friends were so into the movie (and Aaron Aziz - maybe i should name my kid Aaron too hahahah) i just had to get curious. the movie is based on a book, in case anyone doesn't know. i didn't either. after watching the movie my friend decided to go hunt for the book, so that's how i know =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to watch at MBO but unfortunately they didn't show the movie there, so we ended up at Pyramid. i was fasting that day so i made a pit stop at Wendy's (baked potato with chilli &amp; cheese!) before heading over to sushi king with sil. thanks to tham tham, i am officially in love with their raw salmon dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got in late to the movie since sil went to fix her phone first. i was so amazed that the cinema was full down to the front row @_@ so i guess we were lucky we managed to get good seats, i bought them over the counter because TGV's ticketing system is nuts. gah i had to go watch Breaking Dawn at GSC the other day because their system was wonky. probably since they're upgrading the cinemas so their movies are limited, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was such a noob about the movie that i accidentally asked for 'Ombak Cinta' instead, hahahah. i think the ticketing lady over the counter laughed at me. ooops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my verdict? ok la, for a Malay movie. nobody died. haha. excuse me for not knowing who the actors were, save for 'abang aaron' lol. lisa surihani reminds me of my friend Amie, i dunno why. can i have hair like her? cantikkkkk. the movie was heart moving indeed, but still nyampah jugak for reasons only known to me hahahahhaha. maybe i simply dislike love movies because they tend to make you move. i dunno lah. malay movies sudah maju, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch this. this reminds me of Love Actually and Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/azJyWHrShxs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized today it's been 4 years being married. thank God i'm still sane. may my sanity does not turn into insanity. just kidding. here's to you, dear. happy anniversary. i can bet you he's too busy studying to even remember what day it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-7572953526146504164?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/7572953526146504164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=7572953526146504164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7572953526146504164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7572953526146504164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/12/connected-again.html' title='connected again'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/azJyWHrShxs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-9140656344597484907</id><published>2011-12-08T03:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T03:42:43.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boss's big day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ckYrJE6iJFw/Tt_Av1EyxuI/AAAAAAAADrc/Cq1BRpgp_HY/s1600/168402_10150105420109153_661714152_5952086_5858827_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ckYrJE6iJFw/Tt_Av1EyxuI/AAAAAAAADrc/Cq1BRpgp_HY/s320/168402_10150105420109153_661714152_5952086_5858827_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683473182698424034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was going through tagged photos of me in FB when i came across this photo. just occured to me that i never blogged about this event. one of my most favorite people in the workforce, he always manage to make his staff smile and feel appreciated (not like some people who doesn't even notice the minions... ahem).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway, he held a reception in KL and invited me and Nadia to come... so it was also a kind of mini reunion of people whom i used to work with... that seemed aeons ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will file this entry accordingly once i figure out when this event was held... i think it was early this year or last year? forgot lah. it's 3am and i'm off to make myself maggi. if anyone have tips on how to put on weight the lazy way, please do tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taaa~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-9140656344597484907?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/9140656344597484907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=9140656344597484907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/9140656344597484907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/9140656344597484907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/12/bosss-big-day.html' title='boss&apos;s big day'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ckYrJE6iJFw/Tt_Av1EyxuI/AAAAAAAADrc/Cq1BRpgp_HY/s72-c/168402_10150105420109153_661714152_5952086_5858827_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-6649474162183749830</id><published>2011-12-07T16:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T03:44:05.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damian mcginty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ko_GOgdt4zs/Tt8qNeS0rSI/AAAAAAAADrQ/dY5yLkC6SVA/s1600/damian_new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ko_GOgdt4zs/Tt8qNeS0rSI/AAAAAAAADrQ/dY5yLkC6SVA/s320/damian_new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683307665723534626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so if i'm ever having a boy, i'm gonna name him Damian. LOL. new craze yup yup no thanks to me downloading The Glee Project. irishmen are so cute, despite me not understanding what they're trying to say most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to rotfl at his rendition of 'i wish i &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; Jessie's Girl'. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurt and Finn are old news (well that's probably because the storylines have shifted... you never know). still head over heels with Blaine though, he's too nice to exist in real life, lol. i wish i had nice long legs like Santana's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i had dinner with sil at sushi king, pyramid (i am officially addicted to raw salmon) when her phone keypad officially konked out again - the letter 'E' was not responding and she needed that letter to unlock her phone =P~~~. didn't help that 'blackberry' had an E in it too. she said it happened before - the letter 'T' wasn't functioning. cost her a whopping rm50 to fix though T___T. suggested to her to get the Samsung SII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i casually told her eventually the next letters to follow suit were: 'Q', 'W', 'R' and 'Y' - to spell QWERTY. hahahahhahahahha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-6649474162183749830?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/6649474162183749830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=6649474162183749830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6649474162183749830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6649474162183749830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/12/damian-mcginty.html' title='damian mcginty!'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ko_GOgdt4zs/Tt8qNeS0rSI/AAAAAAAADrQ/dY5yLkC6SVA/s72-c/damian_new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-3626450578507407595</id><published>2011-12-07T16:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T16:43:40.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smuggling, me-style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. find an empty luggage bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. when no one is looking, quickly put one leg into the luggage bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gkNd3CAjtPI/Tt8knXJm2hI/AAAAAAAADqQ/bmw6-l1deCg/s1600/IMG_2770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gkNd3CAjtPI/Tt8knXJm2hI/AAAAAAAADqQ/bmw6-l1deCg/s320/IMG_2770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683301513412663826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. continue with getting your whole self into the luggage bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YMdqOrY2p8Q/Tt8knu9WeDI/AAAAAAAADqY/U6Enf6HLjAE/s1600/IMG_2769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YMdqOrY2p8Q/Tt8knu9WeDI/AAAAAAAADqY/U6Enf6HLjAE/s320/IMG_2769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683301519803709490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ensure you have plenty of tush room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nm9-ixA--qo/Tt8knyl7t-I/AAAAAAAADqo/GwZnqUY9aUY/s1600/IMG_2768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nm9-ixA--qo/Tt8knyl7t-I/AAAAAAAADqo/GwZnqUY9aUY/s320/IMG_2768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683301520779229154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. make sure you're not caught red-handed on camera like this little one has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4CjJByshUss/Tt8kowRE4jI/AAAAAAAADq4/DbV9opzha5w/s1600/IMG_2766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4CjJByshUss/Tt8kowRE4jI/AAAAAAAADq4/DbV9opzha5w/s320/IMG_2766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683301537334747698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. if you're lonely, bring along a companion. in this case, her sister decided to tag along! @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DVWOzV9YD5U/Tt8kqKE1AcI/AAAAAAAADrA/i38OPpUTsVU/s1600/IMG_2774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DVWOzV9YD5U/Tt8kqKE1AcI/AAAAAAAADrA/i38OPpUTsVU/s320/IMG_2774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683301561442566594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. while you're at it, order refreshments for the journey. hth! =P~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-3626450578507407595?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/3626450578507407595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=3626450578507407595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/3626450578507407595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/3626450578507407595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/12/smuggling-me-style.html' title='smuggling, me-style'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gkNd3CAjtPI/Tt8knXJm2hI/AAAAAAAADqQ/bmw6-l1deCg/s72-c/IMG_2770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-7549270523249374193</id><published>2011-12-07T13:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T13:56:00.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fresher faster funnier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HamAMVL73ok/Tt779pSMF9I/AAAAAAAADqE/QhUbhYClh2A/s1600/IMG_2753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HamAMVL73ok/Tt779pSMF9I/AAAAAAAADqE/QhUbhYClh2A/s320/IMG_2753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683256816260880338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the event&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6iPgbIZy5Zk/Tt77y5rZAvI/AAAAAAAADps/GD9AeVJXEgU/s1600/IMG_2756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6iPgbIZy5Zk/Tt77y5rZAvI/AAAAAAAADps/GD9AeVJXEgU/s320/IMG_2756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683256631682990834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the tickets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this isn't our first time watching Stomp. i first watched it at Istana Budaya in, 2006 perhaps? with my unimate Emmy and her sisters. Significant Other saw it in New York during one of his business trips in 2009. this year the performance was held at Plenary Hall, KLCC, which was really convenient because right after the show Significant Other could pop on over to the PC Fair, also held the same weekend as STOMP T__T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQpegM55VOU/Tt77za-bBiI/AAAAAAAADp4/uyYhXrxm2yE/s1600/IMG_2757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQpegM55VOU/Tt77za-bBiI/AAAAAAAADp4/uyYhXrxm2yE/s320/IMG_2757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683256640621184546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the view from our seats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think last time i bought the performance booklet (is that what they call it? i lupe lah), this time around i didn't because they cost rm30 each @_@ and the tickets were pricey enough already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so STOMP showcases 8 very talented people playing around with your ordinary household items - making music. haha. dustbins, kitchen sinks, pots and pans (kalau bosan masak sorang2 dalam dapur sila buat muzik sendiri ya =P), lighters, plastic bags, basketballs, metal chairs, brooms, etc. children make good audiences, they have great enthusiasm! i think there were a bunch of international students in the audience. i wondered if Dayana would enjoy a show like this. when i bought the tickets it stated that only children 6 years and above were permitted to the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y_zbOAld1WY/Tt77ysFZfWI/AAAAAAAADpg/t9-_td07r4k/s1600/IMG_2761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y_zbOAld1WY/Tt77ysFZfWI/AAAAAAAADpg/t9-_td07r4k/s320/IMG_2761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683256628033977698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first time entering Plenary Hall =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FsU2P-5EIao/Tt77xijnuGI/AAAAAAAADpY/L0DXWEemlCU/s1600/IMG_2762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FsU2P-5EIao/Tt77xijnuGI/AAAAAAAADpY/L0DXWEemlCU/s320/IMG_2762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683256608296515682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyone wants an autograph from him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WHcHnWRbyMU/Tt77xTSe4LI/AAAAAAAADpI/clMb35HGu_M/s1600/IMG_2763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WHcHnWRbyMU/Tt77xTSe4LI/AAAAAAAADpI/clMb35HGu_M/s320/IMG_2763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683256604198101170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;box music, anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the show Significant Other commented that the next time if we were to watch STOMP again, it would be 5 years into the future onwards. hahahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-7549270523249374193?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/7549270523249374193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=7549270523249374193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7549270523249374193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7549270523249374193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/12/fresher-faster-funnier.html' title='fresher faster funnier'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HamAMVL73ok/Tt779pSMF9I/AAAAAAAADqE/QhUbhYClh2A/s72-c/IMG_2753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-5493226492139322237</id><published>2011-11-28T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T23:40:04.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>satu bar baru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQb0vosmADE/TtOirNuJf2I/AAAAAAAADoY/-XHOusoGnv4/s1600/11-1-2011%2B9-48-59%2BPM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQb0vosmADE/TtOirNuJf2I/AAAAAAAADoY/-XHOusoGnv4/s400/11-1-2011%2B9-48-59%2BPM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680062418345623394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can tell that i'm really bored because i want to blog about flying but someone is still grounded til next year. pffft =P. i'm on iPhone-less: Day 6 now. teruk kan? you're so dependent on things at your fingertips that when it's gone suddenly you realize you're disconnected from everything - civilization, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. waaaaaaa malcolm sudah fly!!!! (haha i like peeking thru his albums on FB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone going to &lt;a href="http://www.lima.com.my/"&gt;LIMA&lt;/a&gt; this year? it'll be held from 6-10 December 2011 in Langkawi. i think it'll only be open for public viewing on the 9th and 10th. if i were free and had nothing better to do i'd totally 'donate' myself for the Volunteer Programme lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i feel like 29 is really really really OLD. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-5493226492139322237?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/5493226492139322237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=5493226492139322237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/5493226492139322237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/5493226492139322237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/11/satu-bar-baru.html' title='satu bar baru'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQb0vosmADE/TtOirNuJf2I/AAAAAAAADoY/-XHOusoGnv4/s72-c/11-1-2011%2B9-48-59%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-7321500245280770530</id><published>2011-11-28T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T22:46:54.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another gathering at TC</title><content type='html'>small gathering, great day for picnic-ing. Dayana mogok the whole morning because i promised her i'd take her to the playground, but only after the gathering. it was freaking sunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to try Oscha for the very first time. i happen to like this Japanese Knot Aiko. it's a size 5. doesn't seem to have any stretch imo, but i dunno. hani, mau dibs boleh? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dg-GBuz_Gm0/TtOci-JxrQI/AAAAAAAADn0/ATK7KBhgxp8/s1600/378076_10150375871671920_660106919_8673396_823139357_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dg-GBuz_Gm0/TtOci-JxrQI/AAAAAAAADn0/ATK7KBhgxp8/s320/378076_10150375871671920_660106919_8673396_823139357_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680055679657815298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trying to eek out a DH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YVabVNgChqc/TtOciiK6ReI/AAAAAAAADno/e0eBALAd6uU/s1600/oscha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YVabVNgChqc/TtOciiK6ReI/AAAAAAAADno/e0eBALAd6uU/s320/oscha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680055672146380258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;snugg as a bug in a double hammock lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_VpBbwbmKs/TtOciYh4njI/AAAAAAAADnc/HO2U37sR0Yo/s1600/379392_10150375878106920_660106919_8673457_1952298519_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_VpBbwbmKs/TtOciYh4njI/AAAAAAAADnc/HO2U37sR0Yo/s320/379392_10150375878106920_660106919_8673457_1952298519_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680055669558386226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me n reet, backside view lolz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8CySBqFErqA/TtOcjdmNaGI/AAAAAAAADn8/oifsWpn5IMk/s1600/375567_10150375886046920_660106919_8673485_800660727_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8CySBqFErqA/TtOcjdmNaGI/AAAAAAAADn8/oifsWpn5IMk/s320/375567_10150375886046920_660106919_8673485_800660727_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680055688098572386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the turnout =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to Izam Suzaini's DH for the marvelous piccas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the meet we bought lunch and then headed to KLIA to pick up the fil, who's here for about a month before he goes back to UK again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm still in the mood for destash though, am focusing on other things to get now. hahahah. anything you like do dibs, coz you never know i might just destash it for no particular reason lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-7321500245280770530?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/7321500245280770530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=7321500245280770530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7321500245280770530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7321500245280770530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-gathering-at-tc.html' title='another gathering at TC'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dg-GBuz_Gm0/TtOci-JxrQI/AAAAAAAADn0/ATK7KBhgxp8/s72-c/378076_10150375871671920_660106919_8673396_823139357_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-3632461945093726647</id><published>2011-11-26T21:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T22:23:42.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awal muharram</title><content type='html'>doa akhir tahun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dibaca 3 kali pada akhir waktu Asar atau sebelum masuk waktu Maghrib pada akhir bulan Zulhijjah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ei3ldmfgW5A/TtD0Qfr5frI/AAAAAAAADnE/JRb7yB5lPWE/s1600/doa-akhir-thn0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ei3ldmfgW5A/TtD0Qfr5frI/AAAAAAAADnE/JRb7yB5lPWE/s320/doa-akhir-thn0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679307694334901938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hQ2baAwSN4c/TtD2NU2sQ_I/AAAAAAAADnQ/8QY76JZACZ0/s1600/doa_akhir_tahun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hQ2baAwSN4c/TtD2NU2sQ_I/AAAAAAAADnQ/8QY76JZACZ0/s320/doa_akhir_tahun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679309838911030258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doa awal tahun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dibaca 3 kali selepas maghrib pada malam satu Muharram. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IwnncuVCkwE/TtD0LR5mZ0I/AAAAAAAADm4/AEzTZxxvVe8/s1600/doa-awal-thn0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IwnncuVCkwE/TtD0LR5mZ0I/AAAAAAAADm4/AEzTZxxvVe8/s320/doa-awal-thn0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679307604734928706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnOpItzcxzA/TtDzBm3YOlI/AAAAAAAADmc/96-ImoWXXII/s1600/doa_awal_tahun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnOpItzcxzA/TtDzBm3YOlI/AAAAAAAADmc/96-ImoWXXII/s320/doa_awal_tahun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679306339052436050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-3632461945093726647?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/3632461945093726647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=3632461945093726647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/3632461945093726647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/3632461945093726647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/11/awal-muharram.html' title='awal muharram'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ei3ldmfgW5A/TtD0Qfr5frI/AAAAAAAADnE/JRb7yB5lPWE/s72-c/doa-akhir-thn0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-5107075237977946688</id><published>2011-11-24T14:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T00:22:37.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what being a year older gives you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jFYuO3L0QXg/TtO1EO84VdI/AAAAAAAADo8/umsdKFqNsqo/s1600/DSC02053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jFYuO3L0QXg/TtO1EO84VdI/AAAAAAAADo8/umsdKFqNsqo/s320/DSC02053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680082639381878226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my only birthday present this year lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. what a way to start my 30th year. two days after turning a decade minus 1, my iPhone decided to go kaput on me. i mean seriously kaput. this morning twas working fine, then the next thing you know it's 'No Signal', then when you restart POOF sorry, emergency calls only @_@ and it never sends out periodic warnings to you in advance to back up everything you have in your phone beforehand. so you see why i prefer writing down my to-do-lists instead of storing them into any form of electronic gadgets - ini lah jadinya. sigh. i have never felt so bored in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- no reading mails sporadically&lt;br /&gt;- no twitter updates&lt;br /&gt;- no Smurfs (eGAD!)&lt;br /&gt;- no Whatsapping my peeps&lt;br /&gt;- no easy access to FB&lt;br /&gt;- no taking crappy pictures spontaneously&lt;br /&gt;- no SMS-ing my favorite people&lt;br /&gt;- no SoundHound when i hear a cool song on the radio and i dunno what the title and who the artist is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on, no doubt. turnaround time is 14 days (2 freaking weeks!!!!). how am i to survive??? oh please please please to everyone who is important, don't be trying to call me today. i can only send it for repair tomorrow because i don't have the warranty card with me. double sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prior to this, my monitor at home went wonky. it hibernates, and lo and behold, it doesn't want to wake up from its slumber! i use dual monitor at home, so while the younger one wakes up instantly, the older one i have to wait 5 mins, baru mau bangun, then it got longer - 10 mins baru bangun, one time it was almost an hour before it responded (getting older, eh?) until one time the display didn't want to respond at all @_@. but anyway, we had it like since 2007 so it's done us alot of justice anyway. i had to send that for repair too. just got it back this morning, thank goodness. i'm tired of quarelling with Dayana over the monitor ("Mommy i wanna watch Papee Band!!!" T__T).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to decline my friend's invite to watch Breaking Dawn with her this evening because i have no way of being contacted 'cept for Skype. that is if i'm in front of the PC-lah, i don't even have a land-line. boo. i might be watching stag btw, if i get the time to watch it before Significant Other reaches home next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah, i'm in a really grumpy mood today. i pray things doesn't get any worse later. the best part today was just as i was about to further wallow in my misery, i got this tweet from IslamSpeaks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For you who's day did'nt go as planned, Alhamdulillah it is a reminder that Allah is the best of planners.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so the English was abit kaput, but i do hope it holds a double meaning for me. sigh i've been obsessed with checking my emails the past couple of weeks and wishing that the phone would ring. i got to realize that i'm too old for all this, hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-5107075237977946688?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/5107075237977946688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=5107075237977946688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/5107075237977946688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/5107075237977946688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-being-year-older-gives-you.html' title='what being a year older gives you'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jFYuO3L0QXg/TtO1EO84VdI/AAAAAAAADo8/umsdKFqNsqo/s72-c/DSC02053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-7555670010780441940</id><published>2011-11-22T02:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T03:21:31.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinara'/><title type='text'>so when you can't sleep</title><content type='html'>i'm up at this hour. woke up with the tv watching me and couldn't go back to sleep for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night when i just got back home after a stressful journey on the road, Dinara came into my room and made a beeline for the carpet. every morning when the maid sweeps my room she'll fold up the carpet nicely and store it in a corner of my room. so every time i got home after work, i let the kids in the room and we unroll the carpet together so that the kids could lepak on the floor and watch tv. and then Dinara will happily stomp around the carpet as if she'd just achieved her own little accomplishment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time i wasn't in a hurry but i guess Dinara was impatient because she started patting the carpet and making gesturing motions for me to unroll the carpet like, immediately. and after i unrolled the carpet on the floor, she made a beeline for the container of Cheerios on my side table and brought it to me, demanding for a Cheerio. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know that she bites now? the maid told me earlier that Dinara sunk her 6 pearls into flesh today. hahahah. i've gotten a taste of what those teeth can do for myself T__T. she'd slink up to you, open her mouth real wide like she's gonna kiss you, then takes a bite out of you. sigh. she thinks it's a joke when i scold her for doing so. the maid says she does that when she gets impatient for her milk. to me she'll start to get all whiny if she wants her milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't watch it on tv, but i hear Harimau Malaya won last night? congratulations Malaysia! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dreaming of Bamboletta now. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G2SXI8IXw5w/TsqjnUdFGbI/AAAAAAAADj4/uAgETqdXPxg/s320/382982_10150458665322813_673112812_10393028_1546049537_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677530176154835378" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she shares the same birthday as Dinara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you North America was once connected to Asia by a land bridge? you can read more about it &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beiring_strait"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm signing off, i got work tomorrow and i'm sure the kids will wake me up before 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all those who've already sent me wishes, i thank you and appreciate all your wishes :). it feels great to be remembered once in a while (even though i know Facebook does a real good job reminding people lol!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night / good morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ME just a year older but still looking 20 =P~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-7555670010780441940?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/7555670010780441940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=7555670010780441940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7555670010780441940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7555670010780441940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-when-you-cant-sleep.html' title='so when you can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G2SXI8IXw5w/TsqjnUdFGbI/AAAAAAAADj4/uAgETqdXPxg/s72-c/382982_10150458665322813_673112812_10393028_1546049537_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-7652825798470742222</id><published>2011-11-20T17:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T03:18:53.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tutti frutti</title><content type='html'>ok so this is my second attempt at Tutti Frutti, this time i took what i thought i'd be able to finish (and i did, btw). a word of caution: those gummi bears are really liat, they could get stuck in between your teeth T__T. oh and more longan for me next time =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only just realized what 'froyo' is T__T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend of mine taught me something new about Tutti Frutti, there seemed to be two types of yogurt flavor - tart and creamy. i am a fan of tart =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fjkUl6GAvmo/TsjNJaGXcgI/AAAAAAAADjg/IvfKwfOf7QI/s1600/tuttifrutti_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fjkUl6GAvmo/TsjNJaGXcgI/AAAAAAAADjg/IvfKwfOf7QI/s320/tuttifrutti_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677012891809051138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mine! yummy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rz07WRBlcTg/TsjNJKF0bvI/AAAAAAAADjU/A4Fs2-bZ6uc/s1600/tuttifrutti_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rz07WRBlcTg/TsjNJKF0bvI/AAAAAAAADjU/A4Fs2-bZ6uc/s320/tuttifrutti_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677012887511789298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am one who likes my raisins plain on its own, not with ice cream =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-7652825798470742222?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/7652825798470742222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=7652825798470742222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7652825798470742222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7652825798470742222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/11/tutti-frutti.html' title='tutti frutti'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fjkUl6GAvmo/TsjNJaGXcgI/AAAAAAAADjg/IvfKwfOf7QI/s72-c/tuttifrutti_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-4182061296805081079</id><published>2011-11-20T11:47:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T11:14:48.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for sale'/><title type='text'>a couple of preloved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iKit iPad Carbon Case for iPad2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condition: New&lt;br /&gt;Retail Price: RM118&lt;br /&gt;Price: RM60 (please add RM6 for shipping)&lt;br /&gt;Status: Available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFw5rQc-Ufc/Tsh-f5bSqII/AAAAAAAADi8/UOS8juH4btI/s1600/photo%2B%252813%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFw5rQc-Ufc/Tsh-f5bSqII/AAAAAAAADi8/UOS8juH4btI/s400/photo%2B%252813%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676926416756844674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diesel Red Tank Top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: Red&lt;br /&gt;Material: Stretchable with sequins sewed in front. Detailing at the back. Machine/hand wash&lt;br /&gt;Size: S&lt;br /&gt;Condition: Used&lt;br /&gt;Price: RM20 (please add RM6 for shipping)&lt;br /&gt;Status: Available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DfrOo1MDN0c/Tsh-gLO2X_I/AAAAAAAADjI/rz13thLKOiE/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DfrOo1MDN0c/Tsh-gLO2X_I/AAAAAAAADjI/rz13thLKOiE/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676926421536497650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Zara Basics Tank Top (left of pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Color: Forest Green &amp;amp; Turquoise Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Material: 95% viscose, 10% spandex. Machine wash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Size: EUR M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Condition: Used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Price: RM15 each (please add RM6 for shipping)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Status: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*SOLD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MNG Basics Tank Top (right of pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Color: Dark Brown &amp;amp; Red-Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Material: 96% modal, 4% elastane.  wash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Size: S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Condition: Used (red-orange), New with Tag (brown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Price: RM15 each (please add RM6 for shipping)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Status: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*SOLD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9JGJuacGV4g/Tsh-acclQqI/AAAAAAAADig/bfQH26fDiNE/s1600/photo%2B%25288%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9JGJuacGV4g/Tsh-acclQqI/AAAAAAAADig/bfQH26fDiNE/s400/photo%2B%25288%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676926323078283938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soda Exchange Dress (left in pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: Purple&lt;br /&gt;Material: 92.8% rayon, 7.2% spandex. Hand wash&lt;br /&gt;Size: 04&lt;br /&gt;Condition: Used&lt;br /&gt;Price: RM35 (please add RM6 for shipping)&lt;br /&gt;Status: Available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blook Dress (right in pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: Purple&lt;br /&gt;Material: Satin-ny feel, zipper at the side. Hand wash&lt;br /&gt;Size: 10&lt;br /&gt;Condition: Used&lt;br /&gt;Price: RM35 (please add RM6 for shipping)&lt;br /&gt;Status: Available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vzmh3H_codU/Tsh-Z0TUxVI/AAAAAAAADiY/3jIjGWYhsMA/s1600/photo%2B%25286%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vzmh3H_codU/Tsh-Z0TUxVI/AAAAAAAADiY/3jIjGWYhsMA/s400/photo%2B%25286%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676926312302036306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Radioactive Bubble Skirt (left in the pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: Black, Purple, Silver&lt;br /&gt;Material: 96% modal, 4% elastane. Hand wash&lt;br /&gt;Size: S&lt;br /&gt;Condition: Used&lt;br /&gt;Price: RM15 (please add RM6 for shipping)&lt;br /&gt;Status: Available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Soda Exchange Bubble Skirt (right in the pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Color: Denim Blue, White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Material: 100% Cotton (top), 100% Polyester (bottom). Hand wash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Size: 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Condition: Used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Price: RM20 (please add RM6 for shipping)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Status: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*SOLD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EQb30IU1SSo/Tsh-Z3sfy6I/AAAAAAAADiI/XCKDi5u7ozk/s1600/photo%2B%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EQb30IU1SSo/Tsh-Z3sfy6I/AAAAAAAADiI/XCKDi5u7ozk/s400/photo%2B%25283%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676926313212922786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;MNG Off-Shoulder Top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Color: Black and White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Material: 100% Polyester, zipper at the side. Hand wash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Size: UK8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Condition: New with Tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Price: RM35 (please add RM6 for shipping)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Status: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*SOLD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-IYQeT2TsY/Tsh-ZsXOGqI/AAAAAAAADiA/Pgzh6CQHiIo/s1600/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-IYQeT2TsY/Tsh-ZsXOGqI/AAAAAAAADiA/Pgzh6CQHiIo/s400/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676926310170892962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maa Arwaak Fragrance for him, EDP 50ml from Dubai  (left in pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients: Fragrance, Distilled Water, Denatured Ethyl Alcohol 90% Vol.&lt;br /&gt;Condition: Unwrapped in Box&lt;br /&gt;Price: RM40 (please add RM6 for shipping)&lt;br /&gt;Status: Available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daarej Pour Femme EDP 100ml from Dubai (right in pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients: Fragrance, Distilled Water, Denatured Ethyl Alcohol 90% Vol.&lt;br /&gt;Condition: Unwrapped in Box&lt;br /&gt;Price: RM40 (please add RM6 for shipping)&lt;br /&gt;Status: Available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EjQlhdIMZK0/Tsh-aRe-A3I/AAAAAAAADiw/mah1e3eCWCg/s1600/photo%2B%252810%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EjQlhdIMZK0/Tsh-aRe-A3I/AAAAAAAADiw/mah1e3eCWCg/s400/photo%2B%252810%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676926320135504754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-4182061296805081079?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/4182061296805081079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=4182061296805081079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/4182061296805081079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/4182061296805081079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/11/couple-of-preloved.html' title='a couple of preloved'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFw5rQc-Ufc/Tsh-f5bSqII/AAAAAAAADi8/UOS8juH4btI/s72-c/photo%2B%252813%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-2649376688403287587</id><published>2011-11-20T09:52:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T17:34:34.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>batu seremban</title><content type='html'>yesterday i took the kids out for a dinner outing at the Curve with Lix and Lits, all kids in tow. i wanted to pick up the snoods i borong-ed from DV, my sil pun tumpang a few snoods as well and i think she seemed more impatient than me to get them hahah. we had dinner at their favorite restaurant: SweetChat. i shared the mac and cheese dish with Dayana and Dinara, which i am happy to say they both liked. Dinara seemed very much determined to get far away from Uncle Nizam as possible though. i guess the kids haven't seen them for such a loOOOoOOng time, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k8PhW-ChXVk/TsheuXgI-sI/AAAAAAAADf8/8u69nvWGnU0/s1600/photo%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 239px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676891480976325314" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k8PhW-ChXVk/TsheuXgI-sI/AAAAAAAADf8/8u69nvWGnU0/s320/photo%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my current favorite colors :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so later we went for a round at the street market. guess what sort of damage i created this time? never in a million years would i have thought to stumble across these anywhere, especially in this era! so of course i went a bit nuts mulling over what pattern to take T__T. too bad i forgot what the name of the stall was. oops. and i do feel like going there again, hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tf7NoS5TDRA/TshevusMd2I/AAAAAAAADgg/BWzh6rMtYEo/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 239px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676891504380770146" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tf7NoS5TDRA/TshevusMd2I/AAAAAAAADgg/BWzh6rMtYEo/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pretty pouch bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZHiPhpUnEM/TshevPEbtBI/AAAAAAAADgU/hfSLRoEJCHo/s1600/photo%2B%25285%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 239px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676891495892497426" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZHiPhpUnEM/TshevPEbtBI/AAAAAAAADgU/hfSLRoEJCHo/s320/photo%2B%25285%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;batu seremban!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean come on, kids these days only know PS3, Nintendo Wii, iPad, iPhone, mana main all those old traditional games skarang ni, kan? (think Lat: Kampung Boy lol). when i was young i used to play batu seremban with my friends. i used to have my own set, i had a friend of mine sew them for me (that was almost 20 years ago. don't ask me where they are now). at one point my dad even offered to sew some for me too, but they turned out weird-looking and most of them were not the same size hahahhahaha (it's the thought that counts though eh?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;batu seremban or five stones is a game originally played by girls. you can either play with five, seven or nine stones determining to what type of game you are playing. the objective of the game is to throw one of the stones one at a time and sweeping another on the floor simultaneously, catching the one you threw earlier on. the higher you advance levels, the more complicated the game gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stones would either be triangle-ish (like in my photo) or rectanglish, but they don't really make a difference (although balancing them on your hand face-down would be much easier to do with the pillow-shaped ones =P).i remember playing with five stones when i was in primary school. i can also vaguely recall playing with seven stones (which they refer to as batu tujuh). i sudah forgot how they both differ. the stones were usually filled with green beans, or rice (biji sagu ade orang pakai tak?). Lits asked what would happen if the stones get wet. hahahaha. Lix lagi la tak pernah main the kain version, she 'literally' played batu seremban lolz. maybe i should get a couple more sets to pass down to my daughters one day, hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried googling batu seremban, came across this &lt;a href="http://okinokiyo.blogspot.com/2011/09/tutorial-batu-seremban.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; that teaches you how to make your own batu seremban. and here's a &lt;a href="http://cherishourkids.blogspot.com/2011/10/batu-seremban-7-stone-game.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; that sells them, in fact for a much cheaper price than what i bought mine for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides the batu seremban, Lits showed me an awesome stall that sold really good quality inners, the only thing was i was down to my last rm5. eeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought out my KP yesterday. i think Dinara is a 100% wrap and rs baby, this was what happened when i tried to strap her in an ssc:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-npZ3Po9xhd0/TshetwZsshI/AAAAAAAADfw/vNZG6sYIQew/s1600/photo%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676891470480323090" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-npZ3Po9xhd0/TshetwZsshI/AAAAAAAADfw/vNZG6sYIQew/s320/photo%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-2649376688403287587?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/2649376688403287587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=2649376688403287587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2649376688403287587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2649376688403287587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/11/batu-seremban.html' title='batu seremban'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k8PhW-ChXVk/TsheuXgI-sI/AAAAAAAADf8/8u69nvWGnU0/s72-c/photo%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-4261745902289107746</id><published>2011-11-14T02:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T16:02:57.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dayana'/><title type='text'>Dayana and those shoes</title><content type='html'>here are a couple of ramblings from her at Tesco:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Dayana: Mommy, i botak.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... what she meant to say was, i &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;batuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Me: Mommy wants to buy roti, diapers, sugar and broom. Mommy nak beli apa again?&lt;br /&gt;Dayana: roti!&lt;br /&gt;Me: lagi?&lt;br /&gt;Dayana: diaper!&lt;br /&gt;Me: good. lagi?&lt;br /&gt;Dayana: boom.&lt;br /&gt;Me: one more?&lt;br /&gt;Dayana: shoe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er... either she has new shiny princess shoes on the brain or that's short form for sugar. haha. for the record, kids have excellent memory. provided you don't ask them to memorize the Oxford dictionary on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went sightseeing at Pyramid in the evening with Dayana. the original plan was to drop by Tesco for the above-mentioned neccessities, i didn't have anything in mind to buy but i was hoping the leggings i saw at Jusco MV would be available at Jusco Pyramid, i find it difficult to estimate her sizing these days. i couldn't find it, either dah habis or what i dunno (oooh i wished Uniqlo opened at Pyramid!!!). so we walked walked and walked... and dropped by Cotton On Kids (ni lagi satu punye store that i wish opened at MV!). aiiiiiiiiii the dresses were tdf. i could only afford to look and drool this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayana however, decided to charge in terus. the mannequin at the entrance door was decked in a tutu dress complete with fairy wings and Dayana was going 'look Mommy, princess!'. then she saw all those shiny strikingly pink shoes on display and immediately demanded me to buy them for her. tried bribing her with crocs and ice cream, but failed miserably. sigh. just looking at the shoes i'm reminded of Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, it's really shocking pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qtwY7k250as/TsDY6ApDdFI/AAAAAAAADec/_nMNsmaMzSE/s1600/photo%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qtwY7k250as/TsDY6ApDdFI/AAAAAAAADec/_nMNsmaMzSE/s320/photo%25285%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674774021603030098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shocking pink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got them in size 10 which was still big for Dayana, but i thought at least she could grow into them later as opposed to growing out of them too soon. another girl was also smitten by the very same pink shoes. her mother pun beriya takmo beli because apparently it wouldn't match her envisioned outfit. then i was about to pay when the cashier told me ade offer: 1 for rm44, 2 for rm50 @_@ haih. i took aeons just picking one (she rejected all other designs except for that pink one which she refers to as 'Princess', and now you want me to choose another??). i decided to get a pair for Dinara in size 6 (which i think it'll take awhile for her to grow into them), and in a color i wanted Dayana to take but she refused point blank. beriya Dayana cakap 'i want the shiny shoe Mommy, princess shoe!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ltoVZ4k6Q8/TsDY51gV8OI/AAAAAAAADeQ/xXMDr5ExviI/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ltoVZ4k6Q8/TsDY51gV8OI/AAAAAAAADeQ/xXMDr5ExviI/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674774018613702882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shoes for Dinara, less bling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as they grow older, shopping for clothings get really challenging T___T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh i dropped by Guess to see if my new-found friend was there, and she was. chomel lah minah tu, hahaha. she looks gorgeous yesterday and today (jealous betul i orang muda2 ni). i felt like the harassed-looking mom just standing next to her ahahahaha. maybe i should overhaul my wardrobe, hmmm. babe if you read this could u approve my twitter request? i don't even have your number lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-4261745902289107746?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/4261745902289107746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=4261745902289107746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/4261745902289107746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/4261745902289107746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/11/dayana-and-those-shoes.html' title='Dayana and those shoes'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qtwY7k250as/TsDY6ApDdFI/AAAAAAAADec/_nMNsmaMzSE/s72-c/photo%25285%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-8386024801061894145</id><published>2011-11-13T17:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T17:15:12.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slow Sunday</title><content type='html'>since i spent the whole day at Subang yesterday and didn't bring out the kids, today i woke up early to bring them out to jalan. ok well i actually had a different agenda, i wanted to drop by the Curve's street market, i read Qhaty was gonna be there and i soo wanted to try one of her &lt;a href="http://www.biskybosky.blogspot.com"&gt;Bisky Bosky&lt;/a&gt; CPs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6E4GC3o5obU/TsDaDVBaAKI/AAAAAAAADfM/h-QHZXBeg5w/s320/photo%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674775281204330658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pre-outing with hrs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kids woke me up super early at 7am, knocking on my toilet door @_@. by the time we left the house, Dinara was already woozy, so the journey to was smooth, thank God, because i didn't bring Bibik along this time. and as my luck would have it, i walked from one end of the market to the other until i finally came across Qhaty's booth @_@!!!. cantik-cantik CPs dia (i'm usually smitten by design if anything). Qhaty says her liners are popular but i don't really do liners, they're too thin, so i got myself one day pad and one light pad. but i chose dark colors so that i would be less bothered by the stains later. so... can't wait to use them. heck i don't even remember when was my last cycle, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSmX0efgVew/TsDbZ7ReOZI/AAAAAAAADfk/Alf1ENnR7gs/s1600/photo%25288%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSmX0efgVew/TsDbZ7ReOZI/AAAAAAAADfk/Alf1ENnR7gs/s320/photo%25288%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674776768941013394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;syiok betul velour. almost sayang mau pakai lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought the kids to the playground in front of Mothercare after that to allow Dayana to let off steam, before heading to Ikea for meatballs. heck pukul 11.30am pun dah ramai orang aaaaaaa nyampah betul. and me with two kids in tow too. did i mention bringing out two kids on your own is suicide? haha. ok that's overreacting. but two is already a handful, belum lagi 3 T__T. didn't help that Dayana spotted orange juice boxes and demanded for one on the spot. reasoning with her that we have to follow the line failed, and Dinara was getting restless in FCC. i noticed HRS got diggy in the shoulders after awhile, but maybe it's me (because my shoulders still feel stiff even now). AHI wasn't so. at least Dayana enjoyed the &lt;strike&gt;eyeballs&lt;/strike&gt; meatballs, and her orange juice. Dinara was just happy clutching a french fry in her fist. oh the mushroom soup was good too. Dayana taste tested it first before gulping down 1/2 of the bowl contents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was about to go home when Dayana started asking for the 'car'. earlier on the way to Ikea we passed by the kiddie land where you could rent a toy car for 5 minutes or so and let your kid drive it around the mall. Dayana rode on one before, remote-controlled by her Daddy zaman bile ntah i sudah lupa. so this time she was asking me all the way 'Mommy where's the car? carcarcarcarcarcarcarcar bla bla bla' so ok fine, we went back to kiddie land upstairs. i thought sitting in a stationary car would be enough for her, but she decided she wanted it to move as well so i paid rm3 for a 5 minute ride. Dayana specifically wanted the pink car so we had to wait. we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you know what? just as soon as the car was vacant, that very same lady who i specifically mentioned that Dayana wanted the pink car had the audacity to give the car to another kid who just came out of nowhere. wth? wtf? tunggu sikit punye, Dayana was bouncing up and down, and you do that? ok i was pissed. and of course as soon as she got back to the counter i yelled. i already paid, i had waited, i'm wearing a cranky kid, and you simply give the car away? huh. sorry naik lorry. bukan tak tau, dah tau dah. and it didn't help that the kid's turn lasted for like what, 10 minutes or so? lagi lama la we had to wait (i'm not blaming the kid ok, kids are innocent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it didn't help that at least four of the cars there were not functioning. by the time Dayana got the car she didn't want to ride in it anymore. the lady didn't even offer to compensate, at least that's something la kan. i think Dayana could also sense that i was not in the mood either, either way she seemed totally different from the time she was bouncing up and down waiting for her turn. gahhhh. i ended up yelling at the lady again and demanded for my money back. overreacting? sorry. you do that to me i can understand, you do that to my kid, well... tough luck on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0Vzz6Xpo9c/TsDaDJHBR1I/AAAAAAAADfA/KhSFI3KmBJA/s1600/photo%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0Vzz6Xpo9c/TsDaDJHBR1I/AAAAAAAADfA/KhSFI3KmBJA/s320/photo%25281%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674775278006650706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the lousy culprit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached back home at 1pm. haha. surprised myself. the kids zonked out right after we left the Curve. thought of going to Pyramid but decided to bring the kids home instead, in actuality i yang tak larat nak angkut two kids by myself. maybe it's about time i testdrive my SSCs that's been collecting dust in my closet. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok going out to Tesco now, if i don't get my butt moving now then i'll never will. toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-8386024801061894145?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/8386024801061894145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=8386024801061894145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/8386024801061894145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/8386024801061894145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/11/slow-sunday.html' title='slow Sunday'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6E4GC3o5obU/TsDaDVBaAKI/AAAAAAAADfM/h-QHZXBeg5w/s72-c/photo%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-7029874143293008267</id><published>2011-11-13T16:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T17:05:21.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to Dinara</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9kzDuWFR8U/TsDZkDoMzgI/AAAAAAAADeo/-Fl-QT73j38/s320/photo%25287%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674774743959260674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if Dinara gets a tissue, she'll help Mommy to wipe the table/floor. oh sungguh rajin anak Mommy sorang ni. haha. after that she'll rip the paper to shreds. dulu pantang nampak tissue box, she'll tarik kluar tisu satu satu @_@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she seems to understand what i tell her. like recently i told her to throw something into the dustbin, and she did! but she also threw other things into the dustbin too, like the syringe we use to give her her meds T__T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudah ada skill melukis. give her a pen and paper and she'd lie on her stomach and scribble sepenuh hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NsjRoUt_9qs/TsDZkWmm8AI/AAAAAAAADe0/Y4ACrgTtcvo/s320/photo%25289%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674774749052858370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anytime, anywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our bathroom adjoins with the kids' room. so just now i entered the toilet via the kids' room to wash Dayana's butt and i closed the door because Dinara tends to follow and usually end up on her butt. oooh bukan main marah dia. but she was smart too. since she couldn't open up the door in her room, she decided to round the other side to see if she could enter through there (tough luck, i closed both doors =P). i found her in our room bawling her eyes out. hehe. pandai jugak minah ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinara sudah pandai gigit! T__T she has 6 teeth visible. for fun, she bites me in the flesh. bile kene marah, dia gelak. aiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if she's mad at her elder sister for stealing the limelight, she'll tarik rambut Dayana. hahaha. which obviously doesn't help because it'll end up making Dayana mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... a little of what i've observed on my younger cheeky monkey. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-7029874143293008267?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/7029874143293008267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=7029874143293008267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7029874143293008267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7029874143293008267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/11/back-to-dinara.html' title='back to Dinara'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9kzDuWFR8U/TsDZkDoMzgI/AAAAAAAADeo/-Fl-QT73j38/s72-c/photo%25287%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-5146477772649253276</id><published>2011-11-12T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T04:41:47.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when dreams should be realized once in a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;morning i had an appointment with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xLi70FwTjno/TtOn0rRjeZI/AAAAAAAADow/XRno4XAIKRE/s1600/375380_10150379312648309_744098308_8294642_1028857015_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xLi70FwTjno/TtOn0rRjeZI/AAAAAAAADow/XRno4XAIKRE/s320/375380_10150379312648309_744098308_8294642_1028857015_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680068078455716242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and evening i had an appointment at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNn7JTZbAX8/TtOm77kJJwI/AAAAAAAADok/TUJDSPWx9Jo/s1600/393644_10150402422841880_94246661879_8382536_1486703831_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNn7JTZbAX8/TtOm77kJJwI/AAAAAAAADok/TUJDSPWx9Jo/s320/393644_10150402422841880_94246661879_8382536_1486703831_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680067103576106754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-5146477772649253276?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/5146477772649253276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=5146477772649253276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/5146477772649253276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/5146477772649253276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-dreams-should-be-realized-once-in.html' title='when dreams should be realized once in a while'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xLi70FwTjno/TtOn0rRjeZI/AAAAAAAADow/XRno4XAIKRE/s72-c/375380_10150379312648309_744098308_8294642_1028857015_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-2915453497246233957</id><published>2011-11-10T12:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T12:18:07.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stomp 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wuH_2l3cQek/TrtP6ToZY2I/AAAAAAAADeE/Epl3ZMArGeo/s1600/696678_364181_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wuH_2l3cQek/TrtP6ToZY2I/AAAAAAAADeE/Epl3ZMArGeo/s320/696678_364181_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673216018723988322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am sooo going for this. the last time i saw it, it blew me away. Significant Other jual mahal dulu, and he ended up seeing it in New York terus, lagi class. children 6-years under aren't allowed, so it looks like date-night for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-2915453497246233957?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/2915453497246233957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=2915453497246233957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2915453497246233957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2915453497246233957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/11/stomp-2011.html' title='stomp 2011'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wuH_2l3cQek/TrtP6ToZY2I/AAAAAAAADeE/Epl3ZMArGeo/s72-c/696678_364181_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-7362372198828051555</id><published>2011-11-10T01:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T12:21:36.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>princess</title><content type='html'>three receptions. i know someone who got invited to all three but attended not one.&lt;br /&gt;i know someone who attended all three, i really appreciate it, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just to show what i had to wear during the three different receptions. i was 2 months along at one reception, lolz. don't have a photo of the two of us at the second reception, i couldn't find any (also, i wasn't too fond of what i wore that day, too kampung-ish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking for my gamelan pics on my hdd and instead came across quite a number of photos that i never got around to develop and put into proper albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hw3PXSV0vQc/Trq6lKD6gFI/AAAAAAAADd4/EzMFpXICu80/s320/Wedding%2BPictures%2B%252820%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673051828145258578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i chose the color, and kak mimi did the rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NyQKuKGhqmM/Trq6kWdznMI/AAAAAAAADds/z-yAAczm3_s/s320/DSCN4279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673051814295215298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;didn't decide on anything, just went with the flow T__T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RtR93ZOSWg/Trq6kCnY6QI/AAAAAAAADdg/rbE1oTtVDP4/s320/pose9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673051808966699266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;songket! not my choice either, but you could never go wrong with white and songket, hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if Dayana sees this, she'll surely go 'Mommy, look! Princess!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm off to bed now. i thought i was able to separate Kami from Dayana tonight - mission fail. she charged into my room a couple of minutes later after saying goodnight, asking me '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mommy where's my purple one???&lt;/span&gt;'. chis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-7362372198828051555?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/7362372198828051555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=7362372198828051555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7362372198828051555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7362372198828051555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/11/princess.html' title='princess'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hw3PXSV0vQc/Trq6lKD6gFI/AAAAAAAADd4/EzMFpXICu80/s72-c/Wedding%2BPictures%2B%252820%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-1425911504355399667</id><published>2011-11-09T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:28:14.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>breaking dawn</title><content type='html'>for the record, i still don't know why i dislike this movie. the characters seem too good to be true, so i guess that's why i hate it. not everyone gets their happy ending... and become immortal too. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the soundtrack i like. my friend says she wants to edit her wedding video to include this song, hehe. that's how nice it is. dunno if it's your cup of tea, but romantic it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rtOvBOTyX00" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Heart beats fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Colors and promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How to be brave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How can I love when I'm afraid to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But watching you stand alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;One step closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have died everyday waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Darling don't be afraid I have loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;For a thousand years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'll love you for a thousand more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Time stands still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Beauty in all she is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I will be brave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I will not let anything take away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What's standing in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Every breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Every hour has come to this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;One step closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have died everyday waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Darling don't be afraid I have loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;For a thousand years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'll love you for a thousand more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And all along I believed I would find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time has brought your heart to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have loved you for a thousand years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'll love you for a thousand more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;One step closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;One step closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have died everyday waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Darling don't be afraid I have loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;For a thousand years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'll love you for a thousand more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And all along I believed I would find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Time has brought your heart to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have loved you for a thousand years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'll love you for a thousand more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Christina Perri&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/3598131977493265088-1425911504355399667?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/1425911504355399667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=1425911504355399667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/1425911504355399667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/1425911504355399667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/11/breaking-dawn.html' title='breaking dawn'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rtOvBOTyX00/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-1374925863332096335</id><published>2011-11-09T15:18:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T11:42:43.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i miss those days</title><content type='html'>one of the main highlights in Uni (well, for me anyway) was their gamelan group. we were required to take 3 semesters of co-curricular activities as a requirement to graduate. going through the list, it seemed like the easiest one to take was gamelan - i liked music, and you didn't have to sweat or utilize a huge amount of brain power to pass. haha. ok so i didn't choose gamelan for the above reasons. they didn't have an orchestra group or cultural group at the time i enrolled so gamelan would have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and boy, i never regretted joining the group. even after the three semesters ended i continued on to be a member of Sanggar Kirana, the Uni's own gamelan performing group. once the seniors graduated, my batch mainly dominated the group. my jolly friend Ju was appointed head of the crazy team (most of the group were her housemates anyway) and progressing on we had a couple of juniors joining in (we were short of guy members, lolz).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i had good rhythm i remember being the one to play the gendang, however i didn't have enough power as the guys did (poor guys, i think they eventually got bored always having to get stuck behind the gendang. the other instruments were much more exciting than the gendang i expect). i was given the option to play the bonang, but i decided on the gambang for what reason i sudah lupe. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8hxiJWrsroA/Trq0KXkv8sI/AAAAAAAADdU/e2LXE-HVnmQ/s1600/gamelan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8hxiJWrsroA/Trq0KXkv8sI/AAAAAAAADdU/e2LXE-HVnmQ/s320/gamelan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673044770846405314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my instrument of choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't remember where my collection of photos during University is (makes mental note to korek balik my stuff. alot of photos were in my Friendster account but i think it got deleted when it got converted into a game domain, sigh). we had lots of performances away from home, one time performing at Bukit Merah, an another trip to KL to perform at Hotel Istana. one memorable one was the trip to Kerteh, we took the night bus and arrived the next morning. after our performance there we got a quick tour of one of Petronas' plants, and got to eat sata and air kelapa before returning to campus. i remember how aggravating it was loading and unloading the bus with the instruments - most of the bonangs got mixed up, i remember ifa and ina trying their hardest figuring out which one was which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8pfli3tOCk/TrqxgvY8FLI/AAAAAAAADcg/f85CwQp0T10/s1600/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8pfli3tOCk/TrqxgvY8FLI/AAAAAAAADcg/f85CwQp0T10/s320/DSC00172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673041856661558450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bukit merah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-as_9IYHfKX4/Trqxil1k8ZI/AAAAAAAADc0/6P3pHr8luyM/s1600/test3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-as_9IYHfKX4/Trqxil1k8ZI/AAAAAAAADc0/6P3pHr8luyM/s320/test3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673041888457060754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;performance at hotel istana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2c1HwVvaBjI/TrqxymHb_VI/AAAAAAAADdI/ZNeule1-c4c/s1600/test2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2c1HwVvaBjI/TrqxymHb_VI/AAAAAAAADdI/ZNeule1-c4c/s320/test2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673042163409878354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kerteh trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also played for the officiating of the Chancellor Hall in 2002, during the time of our internship training i think, i forgot. not to mention playing every year for Convocation up to 2003 (since most of us graduated in 2004). whee~. such memories. i even remember filling in teaching gamelan classes at night with Ju during the time Cikgu Zaidin left for Haji. hahahah i was the tukang kira tempo, nyampah betul. kene chop ape ntah by the juniors, lolz (i managed to make three good friends out of those so-called juniors btw. one of them was really cute hahah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fakbiZ4okGw/TrqxgJpnz8I/AAAAAAAADcU/ZxX33zNqX2U/s1600/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fakbiZ4okGw/TrqxgJpnz8I/AAAAAAAADcU/ZxX33zNqX2U/s320/DSC00122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673041846530985922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;officiating UTP's UFO, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmrLLak8Ets/TrqxihrZYwI/AAAAAAAADcs/IgnLhMlNYoM/s1600/DSC00272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmrLLak8Ets/TrqxihrZYwI/AAAAAAAADcs/IgnLhMlNYoM/s320/DSC00272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673041887340618498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Convofair 2003&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh and the songs. i love the songs we played. tak kira lah. i play mainly by memory, i remember sape ntah commenting me about it, dia pelik why i didn't need the music sheet stand. gile kagum, she says. lol. if you love playing the notes will eventually get embedded in your brain, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wBZ2XuVbRQE/TrqxgKmxDoI/AAAAAAAADcI/DkjQHnW743I/s1600/12923342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wBZ2XuVbRQE/TrqxgKmxDoI/AAAAAAAADcI/DkjQHnW743I/s320/12923342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673041846787444354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;performing pro bono at IOI Mariott, 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to Wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A gamelan is a musical ensemble from Indonesia, typically from the islands of Bali or Java, featuring a variety of instruments such as metallophones, xylophones, drums and gongs; bamboo flutes, bowed and plucked strings. Vocalists may also be included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term refers more to the set of instruments than to the players of those instruments. A gamelan is a set of instruments as a distinct entity, built and tuned to stay together – instruments from different gamelan are generally not interchangeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word gamelan comes from the Javanese word gamels, meaning "to strike or hammer", and the suffix an, which makes the root a collective noun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UTP gamelan instruments at the time consisted of (that i remember ya):&lt;br /&gt;- bonang barung (ina, ifa)&lt;br /&gt;- bonang penerus (fidah, lubna)&lt;br /&gt;- gambang (me, teh)&lt;br /&gt;- gendang (awie, shinchan, dino, kamal, hatta, farhan)&lt;br /&gt;- sarung peking&lt;br /&gt;- sarung barung&lt;br /&gt;- sarung demung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(shikin, ayu, ida, yana, ujie, baity, jue, halidi, emmy, er, sape lagi ah? park yourselves in the correct instruments boleh tak?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know UTP now has it's own &lt;a href="http://soulofsanggar.blogspot.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; promoting the arts of Gamelan. i see their uniforms are more elegant from the last time i was part of the team. we didn't have much choice then, it was either blue or yellow gigantic baju-melayu lookalikes with gold trim. hahaha. buruk benor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the students who've graduated have formed their own &lt;a href="http://ensembleing.blogspot.com/"&gt;group&lt;/a&gt; outside of Uni, calling themselves Ensemble in G (EiG) created by &lt;a href="http://farhansthought.blogspot.com/"&gt;Farhan Iqbal Mohd Yusof&lt;/a&gt;, a junior of mine. they've done a great job upholding the group. most of the original members sudah lesap, busy with their own lives it seems. anyway, EiG is currently open for reservation and inquiries for those who are interested to have gamelan music accompanying them for wedding events or other formal events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, how i'd love to play with ma peeps again =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entry is still incomplete, will be updated once i get more info from my parterns in crime. toodles~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-1374925863332096335?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/1374925863332096335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=1374925863332096335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/1374925863332096335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/1374925863332096335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-i-miss-those-days.html' title='and i miss those days'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8hxiJWrsroA/Trq0KXkv8sI/AAAAAAAADdU/e2LXE-HVnmQ/s72-c/gamelan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-6588177224860743806</id><published>2011-11-08T23:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T00:17:00.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gracias!</title><content type='html'>early one morning i was half awake when Dayana snuck into my room. Bibik popped into the room to hand her her bottle of milk, and while she settled next to me, she exclaimed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;'Gracias, bibik!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handy Manny sure got to her badddd. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend 'Stitch Has A Glitch' was on Astro. at first Dayana didn't want to watch but i guess she got engrossed and was halfway through the movie before following me to pick up Bibik at the lrt station. when we got back to my room she demanded,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'Mommy i nak watch &lt;strong&gt;Statch.&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Dinara laks, whenever the part where Mickey Mouse calls for toodles, 'oh toodles!' comes up on tv, Dinara will give her biggest smile and try to immitate Mickey Mouse. her voice will go all high and squeaky and she'll go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'oh tooooooo toooooooooo~~~!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;btw, Jake and the Neverland Pirates ain't bad. haha. the songs are really catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's Dayana with her new best friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-50CWdMYivH0/TrlVmy8Cw6I/AAAAAAAADa0/hOb6AmKxeY8/s320/0b1bc1f7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672659330646852514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kami and Dayana. thanks DFH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-6588177224860743806?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/6588177224860743806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=6588177224860743806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6588177224860743806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6588177224860743806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/11/gracias.html' title='gracias!'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-50CWdMYivH0/TrlVmy8Cw6I/AAAAAAAADa0/hOb6AmKxeY8/s72-c/0b1bc1f7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-1940787865672509201</id><published>2011-11-08T15:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T04:43:26.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aidiladha hols</title><content type='html'>selamat hari raya aidiladha peeps! =) my dad wanted to take a family photo of us (minus Aya, eh Aya nanti mintak abang tolong photoshop aya in kayh) so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GVS07fSOoiU/TrjcTUo5hJI/AAAAAAAADao/1OcPnOg2t0k/s1600/DSC02044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GVS07fSOoiU/TrjcTUo5hJI/AAAAAAAADao/1OcPnOg2t0k/s320/DSC02044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672525955189015698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10-second timer shoot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovely nasi daging from me parents, nyum nyum. kalau boleh nak mintak tapau, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for raya morning ironically i had soto at both in-laws haha. ooh, and someone got an expensive birthday present this year (eh, yakah?). the jakuns that we were, terus mintak test drive. syiok woh. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cm2gC6ckCYY/TrjUJx87XhI/AAAAAAAADZ4/f0KDaQnkcyE/s1600/308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cm2gC6ckCYY/TrjUJx87XhI/AAAAAAAADZ4/f0KDaQnkcyE/s320/308.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672516995165937170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mode syiok sendiri. check out the roof!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since the little one had been sick since last Wednesday and just recovered, on Monday i took her for a short outing... to Tesco. haha. teman Mommy dia beli grapes, milk powder and other junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JYXH5E4gNPs/TrjUKZw6lbI/AAAAAAAADaE/3pPceST3sGM/s320/dinaratdo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672517005852972466" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bored in the car, zZzzZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EtrGOojpAkg/TrjUKs20uqI/AAAAAAAADaQ/yfrgq08fqwQ/s320/dinaratesco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672517010978028194" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;didn't want to be wrapped, so she got the driver's seat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember Jaqi? well Dayana wasn't as attached to her as she was to Kami. she practically brings Kami around everywhere she goes. each time i try to hide it, she'll ask, 'Mommy, where's the purple one?'. haih. Mommy mau pinjam pun tak boleh. grrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my theory as to why she prefers Kami over Jaqi:&lt;br /&gt;1) Kami is 15", bigger and heavier than Jaqi,&lt;br /&gt;2) Kami has shorter hair than Jaqi,&lt;br /&gt;3) she prefers the color purple than pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HsqFXFNjxbo/TrjULDY7OEI/AAAAAAAADac/SLcp2zwqFrQ/s1600/dollies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HsqFXFNjxbo/TrjULDY7OEI/AAAAAAAADac/SLcp2zwqFrQ/s320/dollies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672517017026639938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kami's the dark-head. Willow is iso a new owner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-1940787865672509201?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/1940787865672509201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=1940787865672509201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/1940787865672509201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/1940787865672509201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/11/aidiladha-hols.html' title='aidiladha hols'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GVS07fSOoiU/TrjcTUo5hJI/AAAAAAAADao/1OcPnOg2t0k/s72-c/DSC02044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-6385921777488045324</id><published>2011-11-02T17:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T22:50:13.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and more wish-crafting</title><content type='html'>while watching Greys Anatomy last night, i continued crafting the frames. menarik tak? these aren't finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cQWvcCODpG0/TrEY_pUS-hI/AAAAAAAADZI/wAmYzeAYBdg/s1600/frames.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 239px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670340887537973778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cQWvcCODpG0/TrEY_pUS-hI/AAAAAAAADZI/wAmYzeAYBdg/s320/frames.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's how they look after i've embelished them with little decorations. still unfinished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfB9kE9XAZY/TrFWlP8YjvI/AAAAAAAADZg/9RbpaoqAj1E/s1600/decorated_frames.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 239px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670408603771113202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfB9kE9XAZY/TrFWlP8YjvI/AAAAAAAADZg/9RbpaoqAj1E/s320/decorated_frames.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't figured out what photo to insert into those frames. still got the bows and flowers to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy November everyone! it's birthday month! *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since last night my Dinara is down with a high fever. hope she gets well soon... *muaks*. this morning i brought the kids to the GP, Dayana was feeling OK but just wanted to tag along. she was quite happy trying to make friends with the kid patients waiting for their turn (must enrol Dayana in kindy next year!). in the Dr.'s room, while the Dr. was examining Dinara, Dayana was like 'uhuk uhuk, i batuk'. cheh tu nak mintak simpati Dr. la tu, hahah. in response she got a vitamin to munch on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time sakit takmo makan ubat, time tak sakit sibuk mintak ubat, lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-6385921777488045324?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/6385921777488045324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=6385921777488045324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6385921777488045324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6385921777488045324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-more-wish-crafting.html' title='and more wish-crafting'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cQWvcCODpG0/TrEY_pUS-hI/AAAAAAAADZI/wAmYzeAYBdg/s72-c/frames.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-990888410787839935</id><published>2011-10-31T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T17:00:02.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>high up in the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-94JPbOEFerY/TrJWWHmV3_I/AAAAAAAADZs/SllUkN0Jekg/s1600/soho_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-94JPbOEFerY/TrJWWHmV3_I/AAAAAAAADZs/SllUkN0Jekg/s320/soho_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670689818809851890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCIJItzDVAg/Tq5EuMiIO_I/AAAAAAAADYk/GUi3DoBaxdI/s1600/soho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCIJItzDVAg/Tq5EuMiIO_I/AAAAAAAADYk/GUi3DoBaxdI/s320/soho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669544541335075826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estimation completion: December 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-990888410787839935?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/990888410787839935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=990888410787839935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/990888410787839935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/990888410787839935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/10/high-up-in-sky.html' title='high up in the sky'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-94JPbOEFerY/TrJWWHmV3_I/AAAAAAAADZs/SllUkN0Jekg/s72-c/soho_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-6063450819304956952</id><published>2011-10-31T13:53:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T18:16:29.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how i save a little each time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6DNbTMFSfZc/Tq44J3EhkCI/AAAAAAAADXo/_R8OWIxaGQM/s1600/cps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6DNbTMFSfZc/Tq44J3EhkCI/AAAAAAAADXo/_R8OWIxaGQM/s320/cps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669530722958938146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the top left three are regular pads from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/Pleat"&gt;Pleats&lt;/a&gt;, my favorite because it doesn't pill no matter how much i tonyoh.&lt;br /&gt;the top right three are regular pads from Saffa.&lt;br /&gt;the bottom left two are from &lt;a href="http://www.mamapatch.com/"&gt;MamaPatch&lt;/a&gt;, one regular, one liner.&lt;br /&gt;the bottom two with the floral wings are from &lt;a href="http://randumosity.yolasite.com/"&gt;Randumosity&lt;/a&gt;, one liner, one regular. they're really soft but for me they pill easily and i always have a hard time getting the stains out.&lt;br /&gt;the bottom third from right light blue pantyliner is from Saffa.&lt;br /&gt;the rightmost one i can't remember the brand (cyclez perhaps?), but it's velour and i absolutely love it during heavy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word of advice, if you're a stain freak like me, don't get light-colored pads. get the ones with darker colors or with busy patterns =P~~~. i put this pic here so that i'm able to keep track of how many i actually have. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i wasn't gonna be a CP mama. i first bought a few CPs (read CP: cloth pads) when i was expecting so i only got to try them after i delivered Dinara. i wasn't a fan at first. i didn't mind the first few days cycle, i get irritated during the end of the cycle when the stains were so much harder to come out. i sold some of the many that i accumulated and left me with what's in the picture. they're enough to last me each cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they come in many different sizes and material, with specific usage based on preference. i don't have to stock up on disposables anymore, i only use these. some people get turned off at the idea of cloth pads because they're too lazy to wash them, but hey if i get to save a couple of RM each month, why not? washing CPs are as easy as rinsing clear and then tossing them into the machine together with your normal washes. some mamas i know use menstrual cups, but the idea of sticking one up you-know-where brings shivers down my spine. haha. overreacting, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and btw, they're hygienic =D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i'll try to add links if i can find them later for any of you who might be interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-6063450819304956952?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/6063450819304956952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=6063450819304956952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6063450819304956952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6063450819304956952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-i-save-little-each-time.html' title='how i save a little each time'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6DNbTMFSfZc/Tq44J3EhkCI/AAAAAAAADXo/_R8OWIxaGQM/s72-c/cps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-7149310037118238598</id><published>2011-10-31T13:31:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T14:07:36.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dayana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinara'/><title type='text'>weekend activity</title><content type='html'>instead of continuing to allow Dayana to use up every single piece of available A4 paper in the room, i decided to go out and get her her own artblock, some palettes and paintbrushes. after donning her with one of my oversized T-shirts as a smock and placing a splat mat on the floor, i let her knock herself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1mb5pgs_EYI/Tq42-sCUi7I/AAAAAAAADXQ/Ru0NJmf4t-M/s320/dayana_paints.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669529431506717618" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Picasso at work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially i wanted Dinara to join in as well, so i stripped her down to her dipes and placed her next to her sister, however she was more interested in getting her hands on the palette and trampling on her sister's painting rather than creating her own, not to mention putting the paintbrushes into her mouth in her attempt to turn her teeth green T_T so instead i placed her on the bed and let her play with the paints instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wsF4VadfsmQ/Tq4z-s2byuI/AAAAAAAADXE/6IgHGCC2-cQ/s320/dinara_paints.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669526133190413026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheeky moi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and this morning while i was getting ready for work i heard Dinara wailing in the other room. which was to be expected especially when Dayana loves to bully her younger sister when she feels like it, however i was not expecting to see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jS_YpA95VTA/Tq454Izic8I/AAAAAAAADX0/19YhBmtj3kI/s320/messy_crib.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669532617505141698" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;helppppppppppppppppp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RLp-wSV4dns/Tq46zIwyEFI/AAAAAAAADYA/6xD_6mNnj1U/s320/disaster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669533631105863762" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;drowning in books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if Dayana was trying to help Dinara out or simply finding a way to irritate her. since she couldn't get out of the crib to the toys, i guess Dayana thought she could help bring the toys to her. haha. creative genius. now, who's gonna clean up all the mess?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-7149310037118238598?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/7149310037118238598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=7149310037118238598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7149310037118238598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7149310037118238598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/10/weekend-activity.html' title='weekend activity'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1mb5pgs_EYI/Tq42-sCUi7I/AAAAAAAADXQ/Ru0NJmf4t-M/s72-c/dayana_paints.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-5185221477920599564</id><published>2011-10-30T03:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T03:31:09.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish-crafting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gq4y1NfjBAw/TqxPm-lz3aI/AAAAAAAADUs/nbkZADVt9K8/s1600/DIY_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gq4y1NfjBAw/TqxPm-lz3aI/AAAAAAAADUs/nbkZADVt9K8/s320/DIY_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668993562007821730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought this Chipboard Kit frame quite awhile ago at MPH. Significant Other says it's rubbish, but i thought it would make a good addition to the wall considering i don't have enough frames in the room. with this kit i get to create 3 different frames (which means i gotta decide on 3 photos that should go into the frames, which i haven't done yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kU2vjafdsEk/TqxP4fvGltI/AAAAAAAADU4/EErW7kIX-aw/s1600/DIY_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kU2vjafdsEk/TqxP4fvGltI/AAAAAAAADU4/EErW7kIX-aw/s320/DIY_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668993862962943698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside the box contains 6 printed colored paper, 6 pieces of cardboard shapes (as in the above photo), some ribbons and buttons to serve as the frame decorations. being the bendul that i am, i'm just gonna follow the design that's already shown on the box it came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8veqIdSGTG4/TqxP44UJUyI/AAAAAAAADVE/NFv-i8_77VE/s1600/DIY_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8veqIdSGTG4/TqxP44UJUyI/AAAAAAAADVE/NFv-i8_77VE/s320/DIY_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668993869560763170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've managed to complete cardboard shape #1 this while watching Melissa &amp;amp; Joey on Star World earlier. i'm never one to trust my scissors skill, i often resorted to the blade when it comes to straight lines. but i'm lucky these ones turned out ok. i think i'll work on the square frames tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people can get really creative by just using stuff that's lying around the house. me? so the very cerewet. i'm better off not doing anything, i'd end up with more wastage than anything, oops. i know Dayana would be interested in this. i bought her a cut-and-paste activity book, she enjoys the activity very much (i cut, she paste). she'd bring the book to me and say 'mommy i nak sticker ini!' while showing me which ones she want me to cut out for her. i leave her to the gluing part. if it were up to her she'd finish the whole book by herself @_@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for Dinara, i just give her a pencil and a paper, and she'd start scribbling. i didn't teach her how, i guess she followed by example. role model: big sister Dayana. she can even scribble with both hands ok, kelakar betul. but most of the time the pencil ends up in her mouth. and then she'll start walking around the room dragging the paper along with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm wondering when's the next time i'd be able to brave allowing Dayana to dabble in paints again. i forgot to buy her proper palettes to squirt the paint in. sometime soon before i realize she's all grown up already? haha... time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, happy birthday to my mil, 1 day shy before Halloween =D. duh, no wonder most of the tv series are showcasing pumpkins and costumes and scary horror flicks (like the Walking Dead haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-me0ZYB59Me8/TqxTc9XgWjI/AAAAAAAADVQ/D3vy-xTWAU8/s1600/IMG_4254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-me0ZYB59Me8/TqxTc9XgWjI/AAAAAAAADVQ/D3vy-xTWAU8/s320/IMG_4254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668997787927206450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy XXth birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-5185221477920599564?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/5185221477920599564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=5185221477920599564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/5185221477920599564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/5185221477920599564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/10/wish-crafting.html' title='wish-crafting'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gq4y1NfjBAw/TqxPm-lz3aI/AAAAAAAADUs/nbkZADVt9K8/s72-c/DIY_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-6998497408434930394</id><published>2011-10-29T20:51:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T23:04:17.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kids conversations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;earlier just now, Dinara tumpahkan Cheerios all over the bedroom floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mommy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dinara, no! T___T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dayana: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's ok Mommy, it's ok. I buy you new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dayana: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I go to office buy you new one kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol. chomel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mommy:&lt;/span&gt; Dayana, makan vitamin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Dayana:&lt;/span&gt; thank you, Mommy *eats the vitamin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Dayana:&lt;/span&gt; Mommy, nak vitagen lagi! *referring to vitamin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try as you might to correct her, she'll always refer to vitamin as vitagen without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinara has great lung power. whatever she can't get, she screams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;each time she cruises by the computer, she'll reach out her grubby little hands and try her best to curi tekan the Shift / Caps Lock on my keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mommy:&lt;/span&gt; gimme five!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dinara:&lt;/span&gt; *high fives*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mommy:&lt;/span&gt; flying kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dinara:&lt;/span&gt; *puts her hand at her mouth, takes awhile for her kiss to 'fly' lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mommy:&lt;/span&gt; say 'wow'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dinara:&lt;/span&gt; wowww~~ wowwww~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mommy:&lt;/span&gt; say Mommy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dinara:&lt;/span&gt; MA-MA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T____T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-6998497408434930394?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/6998497408434930394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=6998497408434930394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6998497408434930394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6998497408434930394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/10/kids-conversations.html' title='kids conversations'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-3875840344536403438</id><published>2011-10-27T11:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T17:57:38.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do i look like my sister?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;some siblings look awfully much alike they could practically be mistaken as twins sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... how about us? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sAVjxGinDwY/Tqkq9ZvIyMI/AAAAAAAADUI/Z4iGfPU3WXE/s1600/sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sAVjxGinDwY/Tqkq9ZvIyMI/AAAAAAAADUI/Z4iGfPU3WXE/s320/sisters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668108840391461058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-3875840344536403438?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/3875840344536403438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=3875840344536403438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/3875840344536403438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/3875840344536403438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-i-look-like-my-sister.html' title='do i look like my sister?'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sAVjxGinDwY/Tqkq9ZvIyMI/AAAAAAAADUI/Z4iGfPU3WXE/s72-c/sisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-2386775337140195298</id><published>2011-10-27T00:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T00:56:35.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrap witchery for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;weather forecast for today's gathering: cloudy. just enough time for us to execute wrap witchery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9BgeQPqlJpY/Tqgz9xoB05I/AAAAAAAADSo/Y22FcGqTEG4/s1600/315591_2487084106450_1533115226_2593825_236383320_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9BgeQPqlJpY/Tqgz9xoB05I/AAAAAAAADSo/Y22FcGqTEG4/s320/315591_2487084106450_1533115226_2593825_236383320_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667837267432035218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now declare that spot as 'babywearing land'. whoever defies me... off with their head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sXiVRRU8-4o/Tqg1ZYDrFYI/AAAAAAAADTk/ymfXQOmHp84/s1600/308320_2487046505510_1533115226_2593709_2100678810_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sXiVRRU8-4o/Tqg1ZYDrFYI/AAAAAAAADTk/ymfXQOmHp84/s320/308320_2487046505510_1533115226_2593709_2100678810_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667838841116628354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh... the unsuspecting minions. the perfect victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rIjhfREOf_0/Tqg0oZ-9hsI/AAAAAAAADTY/QGk-Mh1fa2g/s1600/300231_2487060945871_1533115226_2593747_99738483_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rIjhfREOf_0/Tqg0oZ-9hsI/AAAAAAAADTY/QGk-Mh1fa2g/s320/300231_2487060945871_1533115226_2593747_99738483_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667837999820146370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the selected victim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lDc-swPCemc/Tqgz-Q2-OoI/AAAAAAAADTA/NF72s1s8pyE/s1600/307170_2487054945721_1533115226_2593733_771431449_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lDc-swPCemc/Tqgz-Q2-OoI/AAAAAAAADTA/NF72s1s8pyE/s320/307170_2487054945721_1533115226_2593733_771431449_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667837275816213122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby has sensed something amiss... looks the other way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-No5PWT-pWng/Tqgz-i03H1I/AAAAAAAADTI/KhWV5cuyZr4/s1600/321631_2487058105800_1533115226_2593741_59551403_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-No5PWT-pWng/Tqgz-i03H1I/AAAAAAAADTI/KhWV5cuyZr4/s320/321631_2487058105800_1533115226_2593741_59551403_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667837280639197010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;victim ambushed by the wicked witches three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odf3deuh-4I/Tqgz9_WrgvI/AAAAAAAADS4/uvK0FzZ1ckw/s1600/305225_2487076786267_1533115226_2593794_938198001_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odf3deuh-4I/Tqgz9_WrgvI/AAAAAAAADS4/uvK0FzZ1ckw/s320/305225_2487076786267_1533115226_2593794_938198001_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667837271117366002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paparazzi getting ready for story breakthrough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dnCcUMPlZaI/TqgzvCDBlhI/AAAAAAAADSc/LPRiPEca0jU/s1600/310835_2487077106275_1533115226_2593795_967147006_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dnCcUMPlZaI/TqgzvCDBlhI/AAAAAAAADSc/LPRiPEca0jU/s320/310835_2487077106275_1533115226_2593795_967147006_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667837014142195218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;transformation uno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7QOHCZDIjDQ/TqgzuxpnzSI/AAAAAAAADSA/piAR4UB2ZsE/s1600/297866_2487069026073_1533115226_2593767_557341345_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7QOHCZDIjDQ/TqgzuxpnzSI/AAAAAAAADSA/piAR4UB2ZsE/s320/297866_2487069026073_1533115226_2593767_557341345_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667837009740680482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;transformation dos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-788WAbf-8mo/TqgzumIHh5I/AAAAAAAADR4/SYWhE7Bl1jE/s1600/305145_2487065185977_1533115226_2593758_186602990_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-788WAbf-8mo/TqgzumIHh5I/AAAAAAAADR4/SYWhE7Bl1jE/s320/305145_2487065185977_1533115226_2593758_186602990_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667837006647363474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voila~! tres! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(shyte... keping! T__T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-556njLj4tl8/TqgzuzwjM7I/AAAAAAAADSI/0rUs-iNXM1Y/s1600/303121_2487061185877_1533115226_2593748_890785259_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-556njLj4tl8/TqgzuzwjM7I/AAAAAAAADSI/0rUs-iNXM1Y/s320/303121_2487061185877_1533115226_2593748_890785259_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667837010306610098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high table going through final round of judgement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pz_S9sva2gU/TqgwlFOCcsI/AAAAAAAADRg/YTXIu-Ddjfc/s1600/298439_2487072146151_1533115226_2593778_1215234761_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pz_S9sva2gU/TqgwlFOCcsI/AAAAAAAADRg/YTXIu-Ddjfc/s320/298439_2487072146151_1533115226_2593778_1215234761_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667833544660120258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting adjourned... sayonara folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7DE1DRxATGE/TqgwlVfQPxI/AAAAAAAADRs/yBFAXIy-yJM/s1600/312067_2487084546461_1533115226_2593826_389032105_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7DE1DRxATGE/TqgwlVfQPxI/AAAAAAAADRs/yBFAXIy-yJM/s320/312067_2487084546461_1533115226_2593826_389032105_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667833549027294994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wrap witchery was brought to you today by the following wraps:&lt;br /&gt;- carmin&lt;br /&gt;- eisblau shorty&lt;br /&gt;- grad natty linen&lt;br /&gt;- rdbmama's burgundy 2010 pfau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so despite the rushed meetup and the evening rainfall:&lt;br /&gt;- i had fun&lt;br /&gt;- i got smitted by ayam masak merah&lt;br /&gt;- Dayana got to stretch her legs at the playground with Sarah's dot&lt;br /&gt;- i got to eat nasi campur at KLCC's food court (tapi sayangnya takde soup!)&lt;br /&gt;- i got tipped over by how cute Lita's babydoll shirts turned out to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos taken by Roshilla Hashim's super duper DH, we wouldn't have super photos without him. more photos at the MBW group. taaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and Happy Deepavali! RathiDevi, i miss going over to your place for Muruku!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-2386775337140195298?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/2386775337140195298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=2386775337140195298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2386775337140195298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/2386775337140195298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/10/wrap-witchery-for-you.html' title='wrap witchery for you'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9BgeQPqlJpY/Tqgz9xoB05I/AAAAAAAADSo/Y22FcGqTEG4/s72-c/315591_2487084106450_1533115226_2593825_236383320_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-5358231994275518375</id><published>2011-10-26T23:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:21:14.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>get it right</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok sue me. i'm currently stuck in Glee mode =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Get It Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sung by Rachel Barry of Glee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;What have I done? I wish I could run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Away from this ship going under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Just trying to help, hurt everyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Now I feel the weight of the world is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;On my shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;What can you do when your good isn't good enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When all that you touch tumbles down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I just wanna fix it somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But how many times will it take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh, how many times will it take for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;To get it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;To get it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Can I start again with my faith shaken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;'Cause I can't go back and undo this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I just have to stay and face my mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But if I get stronger and wiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I'll get through this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;What can you do when your good isn't good enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When all that you touch tumbles down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I just wanna fix it somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But how many times will it take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh, how many times will it take for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;To get it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So I throw up my fist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Throw a punch in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And accept the truth, that sometimes life isn't fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Yeah, I'll send down a wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Yeah, I'll send up a prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And finally, someone will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;How much I care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;What can you do when your good isn't good enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When all that you touch tumbles down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh my best intentions keep making a mess of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I just wanna fix it somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But how many times will it take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh, how many times will it take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;To get it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;To get it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9kSFZYM6kLM" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/3598131977493265088-5358231994275518375?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/5358231994275518375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=5358231994275518375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/5358231994275518375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/5358231994275518375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/10/get-it-right.html' title='get it right'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9kSFZYM6kLM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-5247410062575252203</id><published>2011-10-25T17:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T17:09:57.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tribute to the ones that make it happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_EOsNPhNf48/TqZ8rYb0cMI/AAAAAAAADQA/IwVrN-MVFxk/s1600/mbw_admin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_EOsNPhNf48/TqZ8rYb0cMI/AAAAAAAADQA/IwVrN-MVFxk/s320/mbw_admin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667354265827700930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IBW Walk Alamanda, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... shida ade flattering pic of yourself tak that you'd like me to put up here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't able to participate two years in a row! tsk. or was it three?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're someone who is interested in finding out more on how you can carry your baby and at the same time be able to still have the usage of both your arms be it at home or out (or would like to make-do without bulky strollers to lug around causing havoc each time the lifts or escapators rosak), do drop by and take a look &lt;a href="http://malaysianbabywearers.org/mbw/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/malaysianbabywearers/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-5247410062575252203?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/5247410062575252203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=5247410062575252203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/5247410062575252203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/5247410062575252203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/10/tribute-to-ones-that-make-it-happen.html' title='tribute to the ones that make it happen'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_EOsNPhNf48/TqZ8rYb0cMI/AAAAAAAADQA/IwVrN-MVFxk/s72-c/mbw_admin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-7616014791033689210</id><published>2011-10-23T01:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T17:38:20.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't duck it with Jagger</title><content type='html'>i didn't manage to influence my close friends to join. even sil wasn't able to join, she had class to attend. so i went by myself, left the rest of the baggage behind. should've brought Dayana along, though. didn't know what to expect at the scene, so better safe than sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used the Maps app on iPhone to find the location; i've never been to Jaya One before. kinda got lost in the parking lot to begin with. Jaya One seems to be like some kind of layered island. of all the shops that i needed to avoid because the music wouldn't carry that far, were the ones i came across first: sushi king, nandos. lol. i rounded the entire complex on the outside perimeter before coming across the big giant Duck, which meant i was at the right place =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met the Deensy twins at Starbucks around 8pm (thank God they i knew someone there, i think i'd have turned straight back home if i didn't). the dance area was tinyyyyyy. and at this time there seemed to be very little mingling about the stage area, which made me worry that we'd end up just dancing amongst ourselves. boy was i wrong. we had to worry about having enough space to flap our arms. the crowd was huge ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time the queued songs starting playing the dance crowd kinda tripled. don't worry about not being out of sync, or having two left feet, because people definitely won't even notice. everyone was too busy dancing it didn't matter what and how you looked like. no pics from my end because i didn't have a cameraman. someone uploaded a video of the whole flash mob dance, and i had to laugh (omg so that was how we actually looked like!). it only lasted for about 3 minutes or so, but i had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were other activities happening the whole day, i only dropped by for the dance only. one of the objectives of this event is to encourage the community to support the cause for cervical and breast cancer awareness and early detection. here's the poster advertising the whole event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BnYMDAbPZzE/TqZ_NKczdiI/AAAAAAAADQU/2u7uGctpNNo/s1600/don%2527t%2Bduck%2Bit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BnYMDAbPZzE/TqZ_NKczdiI/AAAAAAAADQU/2u7uGctpNNo/s320/don%2527t%2Bduck%2Bit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667357045212542498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-svejet6tu_c/TqZ_NLDWIrI/AAAAAAAADQM/dAHPJUHLUNc/s1600/don%2527t%2Bduck%2Bit%2Bagenda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-svejet6tu_c/TqZ_NLDWIrI/AAAAAAAADQM/dAHPJUHLUNc/s320/don%2527t%2Bduck%2Bit%2Bagenda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667357045374198450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vFWP-G-6e7I/TqaDbg5nVUI/AAAAAAAADRU/A911lc0CXX8/s1600/DSC02023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vFWP-G-6e7I/TqaDbg5nVUI/AAAAAAAADRU/A911lc0CXX8/s320/DSC02023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667361689803642178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-FUpiXQbr0/TqaCGk5PpkI/AAAAAAAADQ8/nVke0obgoxg/s1600/DSC02022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-FUpiXQbr0/TqaCGk5PpkI/AAAAAAAADQ8/nVke0obgoxg/s320/DSC02022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667360230586951234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some creative Ducks that were on display&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after boogieing, we went for dinner at Nandos. it was really fascinating to see the little one eat, so totally different from my other two kids who i really wished i had lugged together with me to Jaya One. she likes tomato sauce, okay! hahaha. anything weird-looking, my dots won't eat. although the phase of chewing-then-spitting-out-the-remnants i have gone through with both Dayana and Dinara. Dayana gives me warning first, Dinara doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the only photo of all of us that night. sans the husbands, of course, who decided to go low profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qRMnBMWpQ7I/TqaB7FBS73I/AAAAAAAADQk/7uHhHAADpYY/s1600/DSC02025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qRMnBMWpQ7I/TqaB7FBS73I/AAAAAAAADQk/7uHhHAADpYY/s320/DSC02025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667360033052225394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-7616014791033689210?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/7616014791033689210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=7616014791033689210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7616014791033689210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/7616014791033689210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-duck-it-with-jagger.html' title='don&apos;t duck it with Jagger'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BnYMDAbPZzE/TqZ_NKczdiI/AAAAAAAADQU/2u7uGctpNNo/s72-c/don%2527t%2Bduck%2Bit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-3449723751479312024</id><published>2011-10-21T13:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T13:37:26.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toddling Dinara</title><content type='html'>now that i'm fairly done with wraps, i've started a new interest/obsession - scarves T_T. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i conclude that this desire will never fully be extinguished, sigh.&lt;/span&gt; my friend tried to get me hooked onto handbags, but oddly enough i'm not so interested. i guess it's mainly because i've never been able to find the best bag for me yet. i've been using my FS bag since i've been pumping for the past year but now since i've confirmed that i'm ending my journey, i'm moving back to sling bags, the only type of bag that i've really liked. i like my bags to be compartmental since i bring alot of junk with me wherever i go. i've never used diaper bags because i then to lug around things that i don't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, Significant Other's started his classes already, after a long interval of free-ness. his room has totally transformed from being dull and boring to fun and exciting, seriously. now i almost wished i stayed there too hahaha. you should've seen the amount of stuff he brought to the island. one of his classmates took one look and asked 'is he moving house ah?'. and from 0 chairs to 4 chairs in the room - not provided by management i think, but instead scoured out by the students themselves. still, many things could be improved. let's leave it at that. his battle, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another 3 months before ground school ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh let's talk about Dinara. she can walk now! she reminds me of a mechanical Elmo when she walks. she shares the same milestone as Dayana now, walking at 14 months. Mommy's gonna need to korek balik Dayana's old shoes for Dinara to wear. she has 4 teeth popping out. i noticed that she has 'labial frenulum', which could result in having a gap between her two front teeth (betul ke aku ni? just from observation je, and referring to my friend's dot who also experienced the same thing). but i think i'll wait awhile before deciding on anything. i remember Dayana's teeth pun rupe senget2 when it was growing in, but now that all 20 are out, they seem all straight and pretty. now i wish she'd brush her teeth properly. i used to have to point out that Jojo's Circus brush her teeth too before i can get a toothbrush anywhere near her mouth. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayana weaned off her pacifier by herself at 14 months. Bibik is trying to get Dinara off the pacifier too, but so far i don't know if it's working or not. the kids sleep in their room with Bibik now. last night Dayana even voluntarily went to sleep in her room with Bibik without kicking up a fuss (i told her our TV rosak so my room was looking really boring to a 3-year-old kid haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinara has started showing signs of mengomel-ling with her blanket just like her sister - well, for her any blanket would do, she seems to prefer her sister's smelly blanket rather than hers T_T. ugh am still trying to find a remedy for this one. my parents had to drive Dayana around the neighborhood to get her to sleep one night because we forgot to leave her blanket with her. even giving her Jaci doesn't make a difference. frankly i'd rather have her drag around a dolly than a blankey. who knows how much dirt she's managed to sweep off the house floor!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another issue would be potty train. can anyone recommend me a good parenting book on this one? F1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched Real Steel yesterday. i now understand sil's reaction when i asked her how the movie was the other day. i guess she was expecting the movie to be more action-paced, sans the touchy-feely drama you get when it comes to family movies. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-3449723751479312024?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/3449723751479312024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=3449723751479312024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/3449723751479312024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/3449723751479312024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/10/toddling-dinara.html' title='toddling Dinara'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-6998363406676721053</id><published>2011-10-18T13:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T13:47:45.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i get from FB</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;10 Surah dapat Menghalang daripada 10 ujian Besar Allah&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1- Surah Al-Fatihah dapat memadam kemurkaan Allah SWT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2- Surah Yasin dapat menghilangkan rasa dahaga atau kehausan pada hari Kiamat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;3- Surah Dukhan dapat membantu kita ketika menghadapi ujian Allah SWT pada hari kiamat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;4- Surah Al-Waqiah dapat melindungi kita daripada ditimpa kesusahan atau fakir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;5- Surah Al-Mulk dapat meringankan azab di dalam kubur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;6- Surah Al-Kauthar dapat merelaikan segala perbalahan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;7- Surah Al-Kafirun dapat menghalang kita daripada menjadi kafir ketika menghadapi kematian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;8- Surah Al-Ikhlas dapat melindungi kita daripada menjadi golongan munafiq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;9- Surah Al-Falq dapat menghapuskan perasaan hasad dengki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;10- Surah An-Nas dapat melindungi kita daripada ditimpa penyakit was-was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga dapat menjadi amalan kita semua.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... and a photo which i also got from FB... at first i was stumped when i saw this, it was sooo old-skool... kinda brought back fond memories... hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gzbDq63c5Xc/Tp0SBpYqHSI/AAAAAAAADOs/4Z-riitTL-Y/s320/166912_10150846013260424_631205423_20913123_798130566_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664703725800398114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the relationship would be...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-6998363406676721053?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/6998363406676721053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=6998363406676721053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6998363406676721053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6998363406676721053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-i-get-from-fb.html' title='what i get from FB'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gzbDq63c5Xc/Tp0SBpYqHSI/AAAAAAAADOs/4Z-riitTL-Y/s72-c/166912_10150846013260424_631205423_20913123_798130566_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-6576619985701626898</id><published>2011-10-17T23:14:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T00:33:42.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taming of the hijab</title><content type='html'>i can't manage to wear it successfully without tweaking it every few seconds or so, and i do not wish to end up being a Chipsmore, so... touching the waters first for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the current online craze amongst my friends: tudungs. shawls. huwaaa tu pun boleh jadi macam2 jenis fesyen. gone are the tudung bawals and tudung empat segi, in are the tudung syria, pashmina shawls and goodness knows what else. so... good thing some of them come cheap! (wayyy cheaper than baby carriers anyways =P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--xANr7UjroM/TpxVE9onviI/AAAAAAAADOg/cx1c0I6uMHo/s1600/sputnik_fluffmail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--xANr7UjroM/TpxVE9onviI/AAAAAAAADOg/cx1c0I6uMHo/s320/sputnik_fluffmail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664495975078018594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fluff mail!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently bought a couple of satin shawls (in the photo above), no thanks to Pah's subtle poisoning =P and i wasn't sure what to think of them when i made my purchase. Significant Other's away and the kids are being minded, so i took abit of time (ok la, ALOT of time due to my inexperience) to do a little experiment to see if satin and me go together. i followed the tutorial which was set up by the &lt;a href="http://ami.sptnkswthrt.com/p/hijab-tutorial.html"&gt;owner&lt;/a&gt; herself (which i put here for my reference, it took me ages to track this tute down!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/21037439?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/21037439"&gt;Knotted Hijab Tutorial&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user2627198"&gt;Ami Schaheera&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after much struggling, this is what i came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3amZ_XfSBD0/TpxO3iJOPGI/AAAAAAAADN0/0SHWraFL1Eo/s320/sputnik%2Bsweetheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664489147290500194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;comots benor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still needs tweaking, but i conclude that i look better without glasses, else i look like a makcik T_T. this shawl is not bad. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;now if only i was rich so that i can stock up in every available color they have. hohoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized that there's so many different style of headscarves out there. macam lilit tak habis pun ada. yet they still call it 'fashion'. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also have a couple of &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/DeVeilCreations"&gt;De Veil&lt;/a&gt; snoods i bought from my friend Lix. bought them for convenience though, first time i heard the term 'snood' was from her. &lt;strike&gt;the word kinda makes me think of an inappropriate sound you make coming out from your nose when you're sick: *srott srott* =P&lt;/strike&gt;. i like the lycra snood, easy to wear although i still needed pins. i have one pashmina snood and a couple of chiffon snoods. have yet to determine which i like best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5XNLn7o8v1g/TpxTGOK9gVI/AAAAAAAADOM/8dnUaRUvxH4/s320/dv_chiffon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664493797673632082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ni kawan ai. kawan ai cun! in DV chiffon grad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-6576619985701626898?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/6576619985701626898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=6576619985701626898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6576619985701626898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6576619985701626898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/10/taming-of-hijab.html' title='taming of the hijab'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--xANr7UjroM/TpxVE9onviI/AAAAAAAADOg/cx1c0I6uMHo/s72-c/sputnik_fluffmail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-6201690680370459718</id><published>2011-10-12T19:51:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T14:21:39.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>what's your number?</title><content type='html'>ok no ramblings from me yet. the movie was so-so, i just find Chris Evans hot =P funny how i never realized that in Captain America. and i sure as hell did not find him attractive in Fantastic Four. i found him rather annoying, in fact =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, come one, who wouldn't want a hot neighbor that appears naked every morning at his front door just to pickup the newspaper? KGGAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photos source: Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QV_gVd3abQg/TpWA0OF8wTI/AAAAAAAADNs/CMgLFz1JAsk/s320/chris_evans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662573741112869170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hot hot hot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WYWpbu7RsSI/TpWA0BWTEEI/AAAAAAAADNY/BPtW2Ck1DQM/s320/anna%2Bfaris%2B-%2Bchris%2Bevans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662573737691779138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fairy tale ending that only happens in movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-segoDEi4tsk/TpWAz07iVjI/AAAAAAAADNQ/HBM9eLLQpdg/s320/what%2527s%2Byour%2Bnumber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662573734358308402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*heart*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the story's about this woman (Farris) who has slept with 19 men (oh make that 20) and realizes that she's doomed to spinsterhood for life - "in America 96% of women who've been with 20 or more lovers can't find a husband". so she decides to track down all those men with the hopes that at least one of them might actually be meant for her - people change, don't they? and she enlists the help of her womanizing neighbor (Evans) across the hallway to track those men down. he in return uses her apartment as an excuse to ditch women after a night at his apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't put high expectations on this one. heck it received very low ratings at Rotten Tomatoes, lol. you don't really have to put too much of your mind to figure out everything. so... watch it only if you think Chris Evans is hot? =P~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-6201690680370459718?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/6201690680370459718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=6201690680370459718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6201690680370459718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/6201690680370459718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/10/whats-your-number.html' title='what&apos;s your number?'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QV_gVd3abQg/TpWA0OF8wTI/AAAAAAAADNs/CMgLFz1JAsk/s72-c/chris_evans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-115840620479290321</id><published>2011-10-12T17:05:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T18:22:11.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>glee-rified</title><content type='html'>i distantly remember the first time i saw the Glee advertisement on Star World - Sue Sylvester doing an 'L' with her hand at her forehead. so i'm like, oh, so it's a loser TV-series? hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how wrong i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just started watching Glee and yeah, unlike uolls i caught the Glee bug quite late in the season. i thought it was gonna be another High School Musical, where i'm gonna end up hating the hero and heroine (i don't like Gabrielle! sue me!). and there'd be tons of singing la la la (duh~) and then i'd start wishing i was 17 again. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my opinion, songs sung by the Glee cast get far more fame and hits than any other usual song - heck, you get to promote your song for free! seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glee however was somewhat different (this is just my humble opinion after watching it starting from mid-second season onwards =P). Star World currently airs it in the middle of the night and we got to watching it after a new late night stay-ups, somehow we got hooked. i've had the whole season sitting in my harddisk but never bothered to watch it til now. so now that we're done watching Season 2, we're starting back on Season 1 lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i happen to like the characters in the Glee club, although some characters are a bit far-fetched, like that crazy Sue Sylvester =P (btw, she's starting to become one of my favorite characters now haha). if you notice relationships don't run far from the group - i'm reminded of 'the Bold &amp;amp; the Beautiful' where this Brooke character had relationships with practically all the males in the Forrester family lolz. basically the team itself has diversity. the series touches a number of real-life issues - relationships, sexuality and social issues, to name a few. i didn't know high school could be so complicated. and slushee throwing? does that really happen in high school? LOL. be very afraid. oooh and don't forget the singing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this series stays awhile. i've never even heard of the cast members prior to Glee. can i gush over some of the cast like a tween? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;photos source: Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rachel Berry&lt;/span&gt;. strong willed, ambitious. i just wish she was more prettier - i'm not implying she's not pretty, but if you compare her to Quinn, don't you think Quinn takes the cake? (habis la Lea will put me on her ban list after this) is it true that square-faces are more prettier than oblong-faced? (totally off-topic, but i do wonder). i didn't like her that much because she tends to hog the limelight most of the time, but i admire her determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9j9JZ5qSQng/TpVz_X4LMtI/AAAAAAAADNE/ynI8nUiGSVw/s1600/rachel-promo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9j9JZ5qSQng/TpVz_X4LMtI/AAAAAAAADNE/ynI8nUiGSVw/s320/rachel-promo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662559639066850002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Finn Hudson&lt;/span&gt;. to me sometimes he looks cute, sometimes he doesn't. to me, anyway. he doesn't have the looks of a quarterback. he's totally undecided between Rachel and Quinn. i remember a dialogue in one of the Glee eps mentioning that 'you will always remember your first love' (i think Rachel said that to Finn). me? i'm still deciding who &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; my first love *runs away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DRDgBdzU56E/TpVzk0KHI7I/AAAAAAAADMs/XqGb41TQL90/s1600/finn-promo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DRDgBdzU56E/TpVzk0KHI7I/AAAAAAAADMs/XqGb41TQL90/s320/finn-promo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662559182801806258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Quinn Fabray&lt;/span&gt;. she's so cute!!! she has this doll-like air around her, she totally reminds me of Paris Hilton, no joke. Significant Other keeps saying that she should be the main character instead (he's bias, please ignore him). and she's a mother? @_@. she can be snotty at times. but she can be nice too. i didn't like the promotional Fox poster of her, so here's a different one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFAhJOiIG_Y/TpVzkcPsZ_I/AAAAAAAADMk/nqndXNmCGCI/s1600/quinn-promo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFAhJOiIG_Y/TpVzkcPsZ_I/AAAAAAAADMk/nqndXNmCGCI/s320/quinn-promo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662559176382769138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Kurt Hummel&lt;/span&gt;. his voice does sound a tad girly-ish sometimes, and sometimes the way he walks irritates me, but i like him anyway. he has that confident persona about him, even after baring the skeletons in his closet. seemed like a sissy in the first season (him fighting with Rachel over Finn? T_T) but his character warmed up to me from Season 2 onwards. i didn't like this promotional Fox poster of him either, but i couldn't find any photo that portrayed the Kurt that i like in the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-shC_t5866xU/TpVzkSsSf_I/AAAAAAAADMU/Hx6U5GdvTeo/s1600/kurt-promo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-shC_t5866xU/TpVzkSsSf_I/AAAAAAAADMU/Hx6U5GdvTeo/s320/kurt-promo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662559173818351602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Blaine Anderson&lt;/span&gt;. super cute! super cute in his Dalton outfit. super confident, despite being gay. eeeeeeeeeeeek! he sings really well too. and the part where he kisses Rachel? super steamy. haha. ok i sound like a school kid again. i wonder if he's this upbeat in life. if he is, brownie points! makes a great partner for Kurt. too bad he's too young for me *rofl*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jW9_eFgBAs8/Tq_GcIEUgCI/AAAAAAAADYw/2JOGd9BxwTM/s1600/blaine_promo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jW9_eFgBAs8/Tq_GcIEUgCI/AAAAAAAADYw/2JOGd9BxwTM/s320/blaine_promo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669968642386984994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... to name a few. the other casts rock as well, each with their own storyline =). &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Will Schuester&lt;/span&gt; is pretty steamy too sometimes. Significant Other says he looks so much like Justin Timberlake, haha. and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chord OverStreet&lt;/span&gt; should continue on in the series, he's makes a hot Justin Beiber lookalike =P~. it's too bad they'll all have to eventually be replaced when they graduate in the series. you can see that i'm sooo not into changes =P. funny how they can all create rifts between each other (boyfriend fighting, girlfriend stealing, fighting over prom queen) yet still stay together in the same group. if they were people that i actually know in real life, they'd probably severe friendship ties (and Facebook connections) with you, want nothing to do with you, and formed separate groups of friends by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also wonder, do you think high schools in Malaysia have their own Glee club now? =P~~ i mean, there was a time cheer-leading clubs started surfacing ever since the 'Bring It On' movies were released. so... no Glee? hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motive of this post? saja. just to remind myself that i was once a Glee fan, looking back. rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me: i must update my iPod playlist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598131977493265088-115840620479290321?l=en1x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/feeds/115840620479290321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598131977493265088&amp;postID=115840620479290321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/115840620479290321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598131977493265088/posts/default/115840620479290321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en1x.blogspot.com/2011/10/glee-rified.html' title='glee-rified'/><author><name>E`n1x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984732278723446403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8a8ksmaZP0/SEZwtUBMNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i_xfDWR4LeI/S220/lilo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9j9JZ5qSQng/TpVz_X4LMtI/AAAAAAAADNE/ynI8nUiGSVw/s72-c/rachel-promo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598131977493265088.post-4490071104004820214</id><published>2011-10-12T14:47:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T18:03:40.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Langkawi info</title><content type='html'>i stumbled across this only AFTER i started cursing Google. lol. useful information for those who plan to migrate to the island. bringing vehicles to the island isn't as simple as loading your car onto a ferry (like Penang) so... putting this down here for reference. God know how many time i keep misplacing information that you think is insignificant... but when you when you really need it, you got no idea where it is. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wantas Shipping (Langkawi) Sdn. Bhd.&lt;br /&gt;Kuala Kedah Office&lt;br /&gt;2A, Jalan Kuala Kedah, 06600 Kuala Kedah, Kedah&lt;br /&gt;TEL: 04-762 4130, 04-762 7188&lt;br /&gt;FAX: 04- 762 4931&lt;br /&gt;Email: info@wantas.com.my&lt;br /&gt;Website: www.wantas.com.my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
