<?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-1053359941570562744</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:29:26.046+08:00</updated><category term='LOL'/><category term='2008 Aidilfitri'/><category term='Anwar'/><category term='mimpi'/><category term='tired'/><category term='Datuk Saberi'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='death'/><category term='cruelty toward babies'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='mee curry'/><category term='debate'/><category term='cari barang'/><category term='Intan Era'/><category term='family outing'/><category term='hope'/><category term='balik kampung'/><category term='Dainty Dazzling'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='hari raya'/><category term='euwww'/><category term='memories'/><category term='massive jam'/><category term='free lunch'/><category term='course'/><category term='Dr Zamri'/><category term='marah'/><category term='new year'/><category term='Komuter'/><category term='nose'/><category term='Mr H'/><category term='geram'/><category term='cuti'/><category term='cheeky'/><category term='work'/><category term='training'/><category term='muzani'/><category term='PCOS'/><category term='no mood'/><category term='children'/><category term='road blocks'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Mr H pemurah'/><category term='Rantau Panjang'/><category term='farewell'/><category term='petua untuk ibu'/><category term='new beginning'/><category term='makan'/><category term='school'/><category term='rare'/><category term='cyst'/><category term='Amalin'/><category term='peria'/><category term='James Bond'/><category term='bulu hidung'/><category term='DEMC'/><category term='movie'/><category term='treasure hunt'/><category term='ketiak'/><category term='hormon'/><category term='handphone'/><category term='hari pekerja'/><category term='miscarriage'/><category term='office politic'/><category term='Isma'/><category term='buang bayi'/><category term='ridiculous'/><category term='budak kelantan'/><title type='text'>A Zing of Lila</title><subtitle type='html'>All about me and my surroundings. I am a wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend and what ever I wanna be.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-970730250112064859</id><published>2011-04-23T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T22:28:17.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PCOS Still Going On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I know such a long stop after my last post. So hook-up with work and housework. But still going to see my gynae for my follow-up on PCOS problem. If you want to know about this PCOS, read it &lt;a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0001408/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.The last one I had a session was this morning. Of all the days in a week, it got to be today (a long wait because Saturday is when everybody who is working to see him) because of the last hormone pill he gave me in the last session. The pill is &lt;i&gt;clomiphene&lt;/i&gt;. He wanted to test out whether my eggs will grow when the pill is taken.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He was happy to see that one of my eggs is grown to an acceptable size. Yes, one of the eggs. I got plenty of it. That is why its called poly-cyst. He explained about my situation and what he'll do next. He said, people with poly-cyst chances of getting pregnant is higher than those who suffered endometriosis. Or in layman term, &lt;i&gt;senggugut&lt;/i&gt;. He said, if it is not being controlled, those with poly-cyst tends to have twins / triplets. He gave me a shot of hormone. I cannot remember what was the jab all about. He explained. But cannot remember. Aiyoo.. me with my short term memory loss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He told me to have an urine test if I don't get my regular menses. Otherwise, to see him again in my next cycle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Friends, I'm begging you for those who are having irregular menstrual cycle, do seek advice from your gynae. It is a common problem among Asian women. My gynae told me, most people think it is normal not to have menstrual in a month. However to young women, it is not. It is always good to have earliest treatment rather than its too late. Not having regular menstrual can lead to so many problems to us women, especially if you have family members who are suffering heart problem, diabetic or high blood pressure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If I were pregnant this time round, hopefully its going to be a boy. I already have 3 girls. Pray for me friends.&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/1053359941570562744-970730250112064859?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/970730250112064859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=970730250112064859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/970730250112064859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/970730250112064859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2011/04/pcos-still-going-on.html' title='PCOS Still Going On'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-8029595287520735487</id><published>2011-01-25T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T23:16:14.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Komuter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><title type='text'>Bored and Sweaty Situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After 2 days&amp;nbsp;duelling&amp;nbsp;with a very dull trainer, I was so glad at the end the course ended. The modules of the course are fascinating enough for us to choose it. But we were really disappointed with the trainer. He doesn't know how to attract the class, he bragged about himself, he can do magic to everything he touches. And it will turn out very successful. Be it in recession or not, he'll do well. We were not amazed at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And we came in this morning, there were some of us who were late, thanks to the Federal Territory Day Rehearsal, he showed us videos on his daughter's singing in some occasions. Not only that, he actually gave the key word to search in YouTube! Oh god..... help him please.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When the training ended, I was trying to call dearest Mr H. He was not replying my sms... he was not even picking up the phone calls even though I've tried so many times. So normally when this thing happen, he's sleeping. Yes, he is always in a dead log sleep. A very dead log. Don't be surprised if he talked to you with open eyes but actually he's sleeping. Some of his friends already kena this thing. When he attended courses outstation and woke him up the next morning. He responded the correct answer to your questions but he's actually sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hitched a ride with my friend till KL Sentral. Took Komuter from there until Shah Alam. This is the first time I got to try the supposedly pink coach. The coach I got is actually blue with pink woman figure sticker. And.... I managed to fight to get into the coach. I actually stucked at the stainless steel pole. I need not to use my hand to grip anything. I can just stand there and not moving even when &amp;nbsp;the driver brakes. It was that full loaded of people. One thing I'm thankful enough, I got to breathe decent air. No sweaty armpit smell, no one had let go windy gas (I cannot imagine if someone had eaten tempoyak and sorts and decided it was about time to let the wind pass) and no smelly hair. I reached Shah Alam safe and sound and quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm supposed to do the finishing touch to my Leadership Assignment which is due tomorrow. But here I am, cannot wait to write down the experience I had today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Selamat malam everyone!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-8029595287520735487?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/8029595287520735487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=8029595287520735487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/8029595287520735487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/8029595287520735487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2011/01/bored-and-sweaty-situation.html' title='Bored and Sweaty Situation'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-1854919117472741703</id><published>2011-01-09T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T19:59:56.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new beginning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>New Year New House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our previous house we rented has cracked to the max. Yes, it is literally cracked. Especially the wall of our master bedroom. We can actually see lights from the staircase. Since we are comfortable living in the neighbourhood, we decided to find a house in the area as well. Despite that there are no school bus for my Amalin who is attending a school in Section 7. Most of them are schooling either in Section 9, 6 &amp;amp; 4. So why did we send Amalin to Section 7? Because the father likes the school. Its still new. Anyway we didn't encounter transportation problem the first few months. Until the bus driver suddenly feels like quitting and he did! And a headache to us as the bus operator couldn't find a replacement. So hubby being sending her to school everyday and sometimes we pick her up from school. Other times, my sister pick her up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With the new house, a slight change, I'm still putting on hope that everything will turn out well. Even though there is still minor worry of whether things will happen again. I couldn't just put it away because I don't want to be too comfortable when things happen. I want to have firm feet on the ground shall it strike.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some people which I haven't realize before do makes me feel good about myself. I know I'm being taken care of in nice ways. Just by asking simple question like how am I doing means a lot to me. So I would like to say thank you to these people. You know who you are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ttfn...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-1854919117472741703?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1854919117472741703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=1854919117472741703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1854919117472741703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1854919117472741703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-house.html' title='New Year New House'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-7970876577877736020</id><published>2011-01-01T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:23:18.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming The New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've been hooked up with a lot of things. Hence, the abandoned blog. Hooked with work and personal life. 2010 has bring me joy but at the same time a lot of emotional drama. So many unbelievable things happened and yet I believe it happened because of reason. Perhaps Allah is planning something good for me? No one knows. I'm just hoping for the very best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The things happened I just couldn't put into words. It will remains as part of my life and I have to accept that. Its just that I need to thinnk how to avoid it. Close friends might understand, well, some don't. But everyone has been supportive toward me and I do appreciate it. Some giving me 100% support on the decision I've made and the other percentage might just say, "are you sure you are not regrettting it?". I couldn't guarantee on it. The hope things will work out well is my only chance. Pray for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This new beginning of 2011, I'm putting so much hopes of things will get better and better, not for myself but also for everyone. Let us spread happiness everywhere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happy New Year to All and May It Birngs You Health, Joy n Prosperity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-7970876577877736020?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/7970876577877736020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=7970876577877736020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/7970876577877736020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/7970876577877736020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2011/01/welcoming-new-year.html' title='Welcoming The New Year'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-629224398588093511</id><published>2010-11-12T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T17:30:09.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face Masks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mind being a bit numb for the past few days. Couldn't think whats right or whats wrong. Just a film of memory keeps on playing again and again. As if I press play and then when it has finished, I press rewind button and it starts all over again. But all these reminded me of the masks that I'm wearing or more like I have to wear it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have put a brave, happy, nothing happen and all sorts of face masks to hide the deepest feeling inside me. I dare not putting face masks like sad, pity me or that sorts when my dignity is put at stake. But then again, suddenly I remembered, normally emotions shows through eyes. We can't lie what we are actually feeling deep inside. If someone were to look at you straight in the eyes, he/she will eventually ask, tell me what happen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If the person is your best friend, you'll not hesitate to pour out everything even jeopardizing your dignity. You'll be telling the whole story from A to Z. And being a good listener, she/he will try to help you in anyway. Moral, financial or whatever sorts of support you needed that time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my case, I would rather keep it silence. I avoid eye contact, avoid having casual talk with my bff as I don't think I'm ready enough to tell the truth. Nothing but the whole truth. Until when I would keep this silence, I wouldn't know. It doesn't bring me any good. But I just can't help it to pour it out. Its so humiliating.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not expecting you to understand what I'm writing. Its just a reminder for myself for what I've been going through. And yes, it hurts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have a great weekends everyone. Enjoy it with your love ones. TTFN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-629224398588093511?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/629224398588093511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=629224398588093511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/629224398588093511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/629224398588093511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2010/11/face-masks.html' title='Face Masks'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-1180272056401451121</id><published>2010-10-01T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T14:01:34.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Training I Enjoyed Most So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This week it started off so good. I attended a 2-days course at The Curve. Interesting place to have a course kan? This course is actually the second part of my 3 modules on leadership. This time round instead of having the normal theory session, we played a board game. The objective of the game is how you are going to sustain your business, where are you leading your business and all sorts of business related. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its like a monopoly but different concept. Perhaps I could say its like a Donald Trump monopoly? Well, everyone in the course were enjoying the game. For lunch, we had at 2 different places this time. And better taste from the first time we were having the course there. And they served starter and desserts as well. The only thing we hated about the course was.. we have to do an assignment. Yes, for this leadership course, each module has their own assignment that we need to submit. And we have 2 session on coaching to guide us in giving the correct or best answers. Not bad. But it really take time to do it plus the existing office work. I wonder how those who further study manage to do it. Whatever it is, I know I can do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Signing off now. Enjoy your weekends folks. &lt;em&gt;TTFN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-1180272056401451121?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1180272056401451121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=1180272056401451121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1180272056401451121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1180272056401451121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2010/10/training-i-enjoyed-most-so-far.html' title='A Training I Enjoyed Most So Far'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-8510608618542878377</id><published>2010-09-17T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T17:26:44.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Honeymoon Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As the title suggested, today is the end of our honeymoon time. The kids have arrived safely from Kelantan. Alhamdullillah.. But I didn't manage to see them before I'm off to work this morning. So I'm going back straight to home in a while.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;While they are gone, we have few activities placed. It started off on Wednesday night on 15th Sept, 2010. We make a double date with my cousins to have steamboat for dinner. She suggested a place in Ampang. It's eat all you can style so for being us, it's so worth it. The place is called Restoran Q Thai Village. You may refer it at this page for telephone no, location map and so on. Click this &lt;a href="http://www.foodstreet.com.my/food-street/page.s?outlet=Restoran+Q+Thai+Village&amp;amp;pid=2095"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. The tom yam soup is superb and it's very spicy. So those who can't stand the &lt;i&gt;spicyness&lt;/i&gt; you can take up the normal chicken soup. It's tasty as well. The spread is a lot. They have all kinds of fishball and friends, vege, mushrooms, and seafood. All are fresh. After we have loaded ourselves with the food, my hubby and I were too tired to drive back to Shah Alam. So my cousin, being generous enough, invite us to sleep over at her house. And we agreed so readily. Thanks cous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So the next morning, everyone woke up very late well, it's more toward the guys who woke up late. As usual the women need to prepare breakfast. So kinda of having brunch. Pancakes with honey, sausages and half-boiled eggs. All are finished within seconds. Huh! As if we have not eaten in such a long time. Then when the stomach has been filled to the max again, our eye lids couldn't be opened wide anymore. Again, everyone dozed off and we have planned to go to Melaka. We scheduled it at 3pm but it only took-off at 5pm. And by that time, we were hungry again. We decided to try out the Triple Cheeseburger. But Mr H missed it. He thought the restaurant is located after the Sg Besi toll. So, there were no more Mc'D along the way. We then decided to have it in Melaka. Since my cousin going to see her long lost teacher who stays in Terendak, we took the Alor Gajah exit. Sadly to say, there were no Mc'D there. Anyone opening up a Mc'D there? We have to settle for KFC.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/TJMzvYE_CqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Bnnce2O3_T4/s1600/triple+cheeseburger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/TJMzvYE_CqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Bnnce2O3_T4/s320/triple+cheeseburger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The burger we longed for.... Sigh...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then only everyone is smiling and we move on to the next agenda. Meeting up my cousin's long lost teacher. We stay there for about an hour or so. Then next to Mr H's cousin in Bukit Baru. She invite us to eat. Apparently she has cooked &lt;i&gt;Nasi Beriani, Ayam Masak Merah, Dalca, Acar Timun and Kerabu Tomato. &lt;/i&gt;Who can resist that? Then at about 10.30pm, we make a move to go back to Melaka.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And along the way exiting to highway, there were about 3-4 Mc'Ds along the road side... How cruel it can be? No.. we did not stop for it. There were no room for triple cheeseburger. We headed straight to KL and we arrived in Shah Alam at 12.30am after sending back my cousins. That's the end of our children less program. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, I'm signing off. Its time to see my precious ones. TTFN! Have a nice weekends!&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/1053359941570562744-8510608618542878377?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/8510608618542878377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=8510608618542878377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/8510608618542878377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/8510608618542878377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2010/09/end-of-honeymoon-time.html' title='End of Honeymoon Time'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/TJMzvYE_CqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Bnnce2O3_T4/s72-c/triple+cheeseburger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-1447570083145148825</id><published>2010-09-14T10:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T10:45:24.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Assalamualaikum and hello to all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I would like to wish all muslim Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri and sorry for all the wrongdoings we've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from my short leave. Shall I mention the word "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt;"? Yes! Definitely. As some people are so lucky to have this whole week off. Jealous? Well, yes but not that much. Thinking that the road will again be jammed. My trip yesterday was smooth. Officially we take-off from Kota Bharu roughly about 7.30pm. Unofficially we left the house at 4.10pm! Where we went? Well, we try to get our stock of serunding. Unfortunately they ran out of stock! Then we headed to buy some other things. Then Mr H wanted to see his friends and we were stuck in the jammed for one and half hours. Ohhh... just don't ask me how do I feel about it... I was simmering nicely inside the car despite of the coldness of the air-conditioning. So I made my own conclusion that just because Mr H needs to see his friends, we were late. And I have to work today. I'm still feeling tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of using the Gua Musang-Kuala Lipis route, we decided to use the Lojing-Simpang Pulai route. Less vehicles there. Less 10 vehicles in total. Then at around 12pm, my cousin called me from Cameron Highlands asking us to join them there. So since we were hungry, Mr H agreed to climb the highland with our new Savvy. And I could say I'm 100% recommending the car to anyone who would like to purchase compact cars. The car can easily climb the hills, petrol saving and the best part, it doesn't fail you when you are handling the cornering. But, being a national car, there are still some hiccups which at the moment I can still manage not to have it. We reached Tanah Rata about 12.40pm and finding a place to eat at that hour is a very hardwork. At last we end up at the mamak there. That's the only place available. Unfortunately most of the food has gone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin and her husband was trying to persuade me to sleep there and took today's off. They rented an apartment and have extra bedroom. And start listing all the good things we can do overthere. However, I was behaving like a saint last night and insisted that we shall be leaving to KL soon. And they were not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Cameron about 3.15am. And we reached Shah Alam about 5.30am. We have a quick nap just to let the body rest for a while then off Mr H send me to work. And I am late for work today. I reached office at about 9.30am. And I am so hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm signing off now... So those who are still in kampung, have a safe journey back. And don't over eat during the open houses invitations! TTFN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-1447570083145148825?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1447570083145148825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=1447570083145148825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1447570083145148825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1447570083145148825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2010/09/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-8465757293879898807</id><published>2010-07-27T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T08:18:41.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories Lingering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was waiting for my husband to pick me up the other day at one of the LRT stations. And there was a group of college students chit chatting among themselves. I think their issue was how to spend that evening together. I'm not going to tell story about them. It's just how I remembered myself when I was at their age. The college years or the student life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I enjoyed my student life so much. Whether during secondary school or college. I enjoyed both. So less to think about problems of life. Not to think of house rentals, whether my children will excel in school, where my husband is and so on. All I need to think were whether my assignments is good enough for the lecturers, can I send it on time, what's my exam result going to be and would I make it through? Much more simple questions to answer rather than with career and marriage life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My friends and I used to spend the whole day at water theme park just to ease our tension for the upcoming exams. Or we might just go for a shopping trip. That time our favourite place was either Sungai Wang Plaza or Bukit Bintang Plaza. Movies were always up-to-date. I think I was going for the movie mostly every week! Oh.. how I long for those days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But those days remained those days. We need to grow up and take life as it is. Take it slow or fast, it depends on ourselves how we deal with it. Life experiences are the lessons which teach us how to be mature. How to overcome problem that occurs. The lessons we attended in classes are to enhance our decision making. That is my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think most of us enjoy the student life as well. That was the time when we live life at the fullest. Do whatever things we want to do. And those were the days.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-8465757293879898807?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/8465757293879898807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=8465757293879898807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/8465757293879898807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/8465757293879898807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2010/07/memories-lingering.html' title='Memories Lingering'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-3183816779750610241</id><published>2010-06-28T15:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T16:29:16.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><title type='text'>A Missed Miscarriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have made a self test on pregnancy somewhere in early June and it turns out positive. Was is a surprise? Yes it was. I wasn't sure that I was pregnant as I thought my PCOS has returned. But since it was a positive test, then I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a first visit to a normal clinic to confirm. But at that time the doctor estimated I was about in my 5th weeks of pregnancy and she is so sure she won't see anything thru scan but I want to give a try. And I did. True enough what the doctor said, couldn't confirm anything. I decided to wait at least 2 weeks later to have another round of scan. Two weeks came and go, I failed to go to the clinic. Due to some petty problems like fatigue and so on. But I've started the morning or sometimes evening sickness. Vomiting after each meal and feeling so cold on a very hot day. This has carry on till the last day of my pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, 24th June 2010, my hubby forced me to go to the clinic and since my regular gynae has closed down his clinic for a relocation, I've decided to go to another one. The clinic is Poliklinik Umra and it's open in the evening for a checkup with the specialist. How convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being lectured by the doctor who saw me. He said, why do I wait this long to come and see him. I have no particular answer to give so I just smiled. And he told my husband, it is not good to wait till 2 months to come and see the doctor as there might be other complication can occur. Okay, lesson 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he learnt that the first doctor I went to see did not prescribed me any folic acid, again he is annoyed. He said folic acid is the most crucial vitamin to be consume once the pregnancy is confirmed. Lesson 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked permission to scan and we have no objection. At the first look, he said he is not happy. The sac is there but he cannot see the embryo. He said there are 2 ways determining, to wait for another week to see the progress or the fastest way is do a blood test. Since the Karambunai trip is so near, we decided on the blood test. And asked us to come back on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the clinic again on Saturday. He scanned for another round and asked the expert to do a vaginal scan. Both of them confirmed whatever they are confirming. And the doctor invited us to another room for a chat session he said. And I thought there must be something amiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough. He told us, what I'm experiencing is &lt;a href="http://www.ourmiscarriage.com/missed_miscarriage.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;missed miscarriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or the scientific name is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anembryonic_gestation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anembryonic Pregnancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. In normal language, the sac is there but somewhere in between, the embryo never developed. He was 99.9% sure from the first time he scanned me. But he doesn't to say it that time because that was our first time meeting each other and it will not look good. He said I need to take it out and explained how the procedure will take place. It sounds scary and he ensure me that I will not feel anything as I will be put on sleep. My hubby asked me to do it the very next day. If we were to wait, what happen if it occur a day before our trip to Sabah or when we are there? It can be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday came and with a anxious feeling. Scared as well. But hubby was there with me. Ensuring that everything will be alright. The last picture in my mind before the procedure is when the doctor jab me with the anesthetic med and I woke up in the ward. As if nothing has happened. And the nurse is kind enough to put my handphone in my palm. I remembered talking to my hubby telling him I'm already in the ward as before. He was at the office as he has made few appointments with his customer. We weren't expecting this to happen so he has to go. I don't mind. He couldn't do much when I was in the operation theater anyway. I don't know how many times I woke up and dozed off again. At last about 5pm, I managed to wake up properly with a little bit of dizziness and check myself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am at home resting and recovering. Hopefully everything goes well in future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-3183816779750610241?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/3183816779750610241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=3183816779750610241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/3183816779750610241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/3183816779750610241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2010/06/missed-miscarriage.html' title='A Missed Miscarriage'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-155928831409797821</id><published>2010-06-03T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:32:38.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bukan tak nak update blog ni. Tapi rasa macam tak de apa yg betul-betul "happening" for me to update. Except few things that are insignificant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I manage to get approval for a loan I've applied to clear out my name. So the song "Gali Lubang by Salih Yacob" is very kena-mengena. He he he.. What to do. I actually took a day leave last Monday just to have everything settled. And the irony is I've forgotten to call them up. Will do tomorrow morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm in the quest of searching a home to rent. The one I'm having now is a danger house. The walls have cracks which doesn't look good anymore. Especially in my bedroom. You can in fact, slot a 50 sen coin in it. But since my Hubby is working every weekends, the quest is yet to fulfilled. Hopefully we'll find one soon enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I did not go and see my gynae for the follow-up check-up. Couldn't stand the injection I'm going to receive again and again. Hopefully everything goes well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nite nite everybody. Thanks for stopping by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-155928831409797821?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/155928831409797821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=155928831409797821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/155928831409797821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/155928831409797821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-new.html' title='Whats New'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-3812852374479946824</id><published>2010-05-05T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:53:54.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ketiak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Ketiak Oh Ketiak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Last weekend hubby and me decided to watch a movie. Since we can't even remember the last movie we watched. We do have some wish list movies to watch but because of the time and some other factors, we couldn't make it happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As you can guessed, the movie we wanted to watch is Iron Man 2 but we couldn't get the ticket even sitting right in front of the screen. Since I've watched Losers movie trailer in a TV programme, I suggested to hubby. We managed to get the couple seats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;While waiting the cinema ready to be seated, we queued for popcorn and some other things. End up, the food actually cost more than the ticket! And while we waited for our food, there were some commotion coming from behind of us. It seemed that a group of gang was having some problem with another. The other gang were actually patrons of the cinema. The bad gang came right behind of the good one and start punching him till they nailed him to the poster box. The consequences? The glass for the box shattered which irritates the theater manager. How do I know which is bad and which is good? I'm making assumptions. Because the patrons did not actually fought really hard. He managed to punch back few times and walked away straight to the movie theater. While the other kept on calling names and eventually walked away as well. Thank god!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When our turn to go into the movie, we managed to find our seats just nice and there were a young Malay couple. Both smiled at us. And we settled ourselves. Suddenly this conversation&lt;/span&gt; striked between us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Hubby : You ada bau masam tak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Me : Bau masam as in bau ketiak ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Hubby : Ha aa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Me : Ada, ada (impatiently agreeing). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then I looked to his side and saw the boy actually put his hands upwards and resting it behind his head. Now we know where the smell come from. And being Mr Hubby, he is very impatient in this kind of thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Hubby : Bau ni sampai ke tempat u ke? (I was seating one seat further from that boy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Me : Yup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And since he couldn't stand it at all and movie has yet to start, he directly said this, "Bau masam la woi. Tutup la yang mana patut." Thank God again the boy understood. And the girl selamba sardin peluk the boy! Huh! If I were her, sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We managed to watch the movie till the end without any more distraction of smells. However, Hubby said the boy was actually fondling the girl's breast and he managed to give them few stares. Ha ha ha.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is entertaining. I wouldn't mind to watch it another round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&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/1053359941570562744-3812852374479946824?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/3812852374479946824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=3812852374479946824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/3812852374479946824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/3812852374479946824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2010/05/ketiak-oh-ketiak.html' title='Ketiak Oh Ketiak!'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-2103784822562904920</id><published>2010-04-17T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T17:10:11.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office politic'/><title type='text'>I've Failed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I've failed again despite of the tonnes of vows I've made to myself. I've vowed I'll update my blog regularly but still I didn't do it. Instead of the tonnes vows I have, my laziness has overcome it. Ohhh.. and how I hate it. I'll try to make it more regularly from this moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;For those who has followed my PCOS thingy... I'm still having it. My female hormones still not up to the standard. What else I could do? Anyone know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;And March 2010 is my first anniversary working with my current employer. So far so good. My workload is adding and I don't mind about it. I just love to work. Even though there was someone told me my workload is not that much compared to him. Huh... Well, for a start, he has some title in office and of course his workload is more than me. Why are you complaining? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;There were so much things happen to me and I don't know whether I should be writing it here. I might be getting myself into trouble. Ha ha ha.. Someone give such a subtle threat to me few days back just because he/she is having a very close relationship with the tops. If you are having that close relationship, then why are you backing out? I just hate this kind of office politics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Nevertheless, that wouldn't affect my work. I'm a tough person. I know where I'm standing. And as long as I can finish up my work, then I'll be safe. Insya Allah. God help those in needs. Am I right?&lt;/span&gt; Just pray to him. Without&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; any doubt. He'll help you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Soo peeps, have a nice weekends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-2103784822562904920?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/2103784822562904920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=2103784822562904920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/2103784822562904920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/2103784822562904920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-failed.html' title='I&apos;ve Failed!'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-6550519523796590733</id><published>2010-02-19T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T19:02:32.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCOS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cyst'/><title type='text'>P.C.O.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm... I haven't update my blog for some time now. I am so hooked up with work load. By the time I reached home, feel like doing nothing. And during weekend, sangat la bestnya kalau dapat bermalas-malasan... I got the chance for last CNY holidays. My ironing load also quite high than usual. Ha ha ha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I do make time to see my gynae for follow-up check on my problem. Last I met him on 13.2.2010. And this time round he is 100% sure it is the PolyCystic Ovary Syndrome (PCOS). Besides his not so brief explanation, he does ask me to search it in the net. So far I've found this forum from Dr Hamid Arshat's site. So here is some sharing info for all you readers. Do let me know if you have any tips how to overcome it. I'll let u know other information once I've read every single article I've found. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (PCOS) &amp;amp; Kesuburan Wanita    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Polycystic ovary syndrome atau PCOS adalah suatu keadaan di mana kilang telur atau ovari pada seseorang wanita menjadi bengkak oleh sebab benih-benih telah terperangkap dalam ovari dan tidak boleh menetas pada waktu subur. Maka apabila berlaku keadaan seperti ini lama-kelamaan ovari akan membengkak dan menimbulkan berbagai jenis masalah pada wanita tersebut. Kejadian penyakit ini kian meningkat di kalangan wanita-wanita Malaysia ke taraf yang membimbangkan kerana ia menjejaskan kesuburan dan keupayaan mereka untuk hamil dan melahirkan anak. Wanita yang gemuk, pusingan haidnya tidak teratur dan tumbuh rambut pada kaki, badan atau muka berwaspadalah mungkin anda mengalami masalah kilang ovari bengkak atau ‘polycystic ovary’. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apakah tanda tanda penyakit Polycystic Ovary? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;Tidak Subur atau mandul&lt;/strong&gt; - Kebanyakan dari pesakit-pesakit PCOS datang berjumpa doktor pakar sakit puan sebab sukar hendak hamil walaupun telah lama mencuba. Ada yang telah beberapa tahun berkahwin tetapi masih belum medapat zuriat. Ada yang berjaya mendapat anak pertama dan gagal untuk hamil lagi selepas itu. Mereka ini mudah meningkat berat badan mereka dan seringkali peningkatan ini berlaku secara mendadak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Haid tidak teratur&lt;/strong&gt; - Tanda yang biasa ialah haid yang tidak teratur, biasanya lambat datang haid dan kadang- kadang jarak antara haid menjadi begitu jauh sekali sampai hingga 3 atau 6 bulan barulah datang haid yang berikutnya. Ada setengah wanita pula sampai setahun tidak datang haid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;Gemuk&lt;/strong&gt; - Tanda lain ialah peningkatan berat badan menyebabkan wanita itu gemuk atau obese. Seringkali peningkatan berat badan ini berlaku secara mendadak selepas ia berkahwin dan pada ketika itu pusingan haid pun menjadi lebih tidak teratur dan kesuburan mereka sangat kurang ataupun langsung tidak subur kerana telur tidak dapat menetas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;Darah haid sikit atau/dan berpanjangan&lt;/strong&gt; - Wanita pula mengalami selain daripada pusingan haid yang begitu panjang jangka waktunya, ialah perdarahan haid yang mungkin berlaku dengan sedikit sekali, tidak seperti biasa haid akan keluar dengan sederhana selama seminggu. Tetapi wanita yang mengidap penyakit polycystic ovary akan mengalami haid yang sangat sedikit hanya menitis selama 2 atau 3 hari. Ada juga dikalangan mereka yang mengalami perdarahan yang berpanjangan sampai 15 hari ataupun 30 hari tanpa berhenti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;Tumbuh rambut&lt;/strong&gt; - Setengah wanita pula tanda-tanda lain ialah tumbuh rambut pada kaki, tumbuh misai dan janggut dan juga tumbuh rambut pada bahagian tangan dan ada kalanya di bahagian dada. Ini menandakan peningkatan dalam hormon lelaki dalam darah wanita tersebut. Iaitu satu keadaan yang sering berlaku dikalangan pengidap penyakit polycystic ovary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bagaimana Ia terjadi&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sebenarnya punca bagi penyakit ini tidak diketahui. Mungkin satu keadaan semulajadi di mana terdapat kelainan atau gangguan pada enzim yang mengawal pembentukan hormon. Oleh itu biasanya jika dikaji paras hormon dalam darah, kita dapati wanita tersebut terganggu dalam hormon kesuburan mereka iaitu tahap hormon FSH (normal), LH – tinggi, hormon estrogen – tinggi, hormon progesterone – rendah, hormon testosterone (iaitu hormon lelaki) – tinggi. Adalah dipercayai bahawa peningkatan berat badan ada kaitan dengan peningkatan hormon testosterone dengan estrogen dalam darah wanita tersebut. Mungkin ada ciri atau pengaruh kebakaan atau keturunan dalam penyakit ini. Walau demikian faktor pemakanan iaitu dari segi tabiat dan jenis makanan yang mengandungi banyak karbohidrat dan gula, perisa dan pengawet makan mungkin mempunyai peranan penting dalam kejadian penyakit PCOS. Faktor stress atau tekanan fizikal dan mental yang timbul dari suasana tegang dalam perkerjaan dan rumah, pergeseran dan konflik di kalangan keluarga atau saudara-mara dan dalam kenderaan ketika memandu mungkin juga ada memainkan peranan dalam kejadian penyakit ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(Extracted from: &lt;a href="http://www.hamidarshat.com/smf/index.php?topic=3269.0"&gt;http://www.hamidarshat.com/smf/index.php?topic=3269.0&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In terms of the tanda-tanda, I have all the signs except no. 1 &amp;amp; 5. Instead of having extra hair, I'm losing quite a lot. And I hope I'm recovering soon. Dah tak larat nak kutip rambut2 yang bersepah bila sikat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I hope, with this info, I'm helping me and others as well. Feel free to contact me if you want to share your experience or anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And do drop me comments! Thank you for reading.  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYMY" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/1053359941570562744-6550519523796590733?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/6550519523796590733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=6550519523796590733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/6550519523796590733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/6550519523796590733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2010/02/pcos.html' title='P.C.O.S'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-7843943008479503901</id><published>2009-12-31T14:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T15:09:52.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>A New Year A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year everyone. I feel so much blessed. I am thankful to Allah, I'm still here in these new years. 1431 Hijrah and also 2010, Insya-Allah. I changed my career path in 2009 and  hopefully more good opportunities will drop by for me and my family. I'm not searching for new job though. Semoga diberikan rezeki yg murah dan berkat, dikurniakan kesihatan sentiasa dan kehidupan yang bahagia di dunia dan akhirat. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started working last Monday after a short break before Xmas. And when I reached office that Monday morning, I just found this box on my table. Wonder what box it is and whether has been wrongly placed on my table, I don't know. So I was so very glad when my name was on the box. I was so happy, and of course I opened it immediately. And tadaaaaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SzxNcXWVFxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2Bntg4lb1y8/s1600-h/Photo_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SzxNcXWVFxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2Bntg4lb1y8/s200/Photo_0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421293201146582802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SzxNct120FI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WQEejmX2ldQ/s1600-h/Photo_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SzxNct120FI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WQEejmX2ldQ/s200/Photo_0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421293207184396370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big one is the 2010 diary and the smaller one is the memo pad plus the stick-on notes. It is a gift from my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the weekends, we spent a few hours to search for school uniform. Bougt it at Carrefour. Stationeries will be on later dates as I don't want the kids to tag along. So many pilihan and demands. Mummy will go crazy! Ha ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, me and family would like to wish everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A New Year is A New Beginning&lt;br /&gt;Be Cautious for Upcoming Challenges&lt;br /&gt;Careful For Every Decision Made&lt;br /&gt;Dragging The Past With You Is Not Good&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy The Life With Your Loved Ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year &amp;amp; Selamat Tahun Baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-7843943008479503901?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/7843943008479503901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=7843943008479503901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/7843943008479503901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/7843943008479503901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-new-beginning.html' title='A New Year A New Beginning'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SzxNcXWVFxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2Bntg4lb1y8/s72-c/Photo_0027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-55505301796439857</id><published>2009-12-09T23:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:58:46.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amalia's Interpretation of Hot Rods</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last few weekends we (as in me &amp;amp; Mr Hubby) brought the children to McDonalds for usual makan-makan. So they all had the fried chicken Happy Meals and we had prosperity burger. Nothing happen here actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... the very next day, while watching TV, there were only me &amp;amp; Amalia. She will not stop talking from the moment she open her eyes till she close it again. Huh! So many questions and statements from her. While watching the TV, the KFC Hot Rods commercial was on air and this conversation had happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amalia : Mummy, nak tu (her lips were puckering to point to the TV commercial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Nak apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amalia : Tu nak ayam tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Kan semalam kite dah makan ayam. Tak boleh la makan ayam hari-hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amalia : Ala... semalam ayam besar. Yang tu ayam kecik...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Managed to give her a wide grin only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking, this 2 year old kid knew how to differentiate the chicken. So for her one piece of fried chicken is ayam besar. And the hot rods are ayam kecik. Thankfully she did not nag me to buy the hot rods. Macam tak menarik. He he he.. I'm not a fan of chicken anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about her is, whenever she sees me using laptop, she'll would simply come to me and says, "Mummy, nak main game boleh tak?". And you read it right. She is a toddler without the problem of saying every word loud and clear. She is not replacing K with T or R with L. I think it's because she loves &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parroting&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my parent tip for today is pronounce the word correctly. Don't ever use the baby language. Even though some might find it cute! Not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-55505301796439857?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/55505301796439857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=55505301796439857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/55505301796439857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/55505301796439857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2009/12/amalias-interpretation-of-hot-rods.html' title='Amalia&apos;s Interpretation of Hot Rods'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-4561404194916950595</id><published>2009-12-05T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:51:58.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dainty Dazzling'/><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I should have start this business quite sometime ago. But there were few distractions which I need to settle first. Since my mind is at ease at the moment with hormonal problem, I decided to launch my blog shop. Do come and pay a visit at &lt;a href="http://daintydazzling.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://daintydazzling.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. The items are not much but will update it as often as I could. You may drop any suggestions or any wishlist that you would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell your other friends to come visit it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support!&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/1053359941570562744-4561404194916950595?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/4561404194916950595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=4561404194916950595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/4561404194916950595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/4561404194916950595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-5905335193086713766</id><published>2009-11-26T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T12:52:33.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hormon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEMC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr Zamri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cyst'/><title type='text'>Hormonal Imbalance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally I gathered my courage to book an appointment with a gynae to find out what's wrong with me. Scared, anxious, curious and every bit of other feelings has mixed into one. Scared to find out about the truth, anxious and curious to know. I called up DEMC to find a suitable gynae even though I've given birth to Amalia there last 2 years. Reluctant to meet a male gynae but for today's slot, only him is available. And ironically, he was there when I gave birth. He was the doctor on-call. Actually, I like him too. He is a good doctor. He'll explain from A to Z in the simplest word and he ensures we understand what he has explained. He even tells us what are the consequences will be so that we will get the idea. Basically he'll inform you before you asked. And he is also a specialist in fertility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When he saw my scanned picture given by the general clinic, he said there shouldn't be anything to worry about. It looks like my cyst has swollen from its original size. But he said, he is going to do another scan to look deeper. Then he asked me to tell him since when it went wrong. So I started telling him. Not leaving any intimate details so that he'll get the better picture. Its crucial. And my Mr Hubby is there as well. Then he took note on my weight and height. The horror part : I"M OBESE. Obese due to this hormone imbalance. He has expected that actually. He also told me, that is why I'm facing with hair loss too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then he started to do the scanning. He also ensure Mr Hubby is with him. Understand what the situation like. Then he asked Mr Hubby to leave the room as he needs to do scanned from down under. I did not ask why but I think I can figure out why. Some husbands are very offended when somebody else is doing something at his wife's vagina. Well, that's the reason I assume. I might be wrong. From the scan, we can actually have a better view of the cyst and womb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thankfully the cyst only swollen. There are nothing in it. However on the other side of ovary, the are some poly-cyst. As Dr Zamri said, "We called it poly because it is more than one". Then Mr Hubby is called into the room again and Dr Zamri by now has everything ready in hand. He has the figure of ovary. He explained clearly what actually happen. The cyst is only 3cm. He said we shouldn't be worry about anything, but.. the cyst might getting bigger. So he is going to monitor my case closely. He said if you are wondering whether this kind of cyst will lead to cervical cancer, I wouldn't lie. It might but then again will depends on other factors as well. So for the time being, he wanted me to stop worrying. And the other ovary which has the poly-cysts. So far, it occurred due to hormone imbalance. And unlucky for me, it has increased the male hormone instead. The famous - T.E.S.T.O.S.T.E.R.O.N.E. What it does to my body? It cause the body to be obese. And as the first step to curb this, Dr Zamri is going to put me into a weight-management program. He prescribed me a medicine called Slenfig-10. To take daily for a month and to come back to see him. He also prescribed me Glucophage to curb sugar level. Mine is not high but since my family has the history of diabetes, to avoid before it happen. This is due to the male hormone. And I was out from his room smiling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why I was smiling? Because, it explained why I cannot fit into some of my clothes and those unnecessary numbers on weight scale. Even though I hate to admit it's because of my eating style as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I'll start the medicine tomorrow and we wait and see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Till then, Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha to all Muslim. &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/1053359941570562744-5905335193086713766?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/5905335193086713766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=5905335193086713766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/5905335193086713766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/5905335193086713766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2009/11/hormonal-imbalance.html' title='Hormonal Imbalance'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-4717877982829236175</id><published>2009-11-24T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:54:58.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Worrying Situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oooooohhhh.... I have a worry to worry about. How's that? I need to find a gynae to identify my current problem. And I'm just scared stiff to find out the truth. Well, better late than never. Right???? Pray for me people. Hopefully nothing serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;With that I end up tossing and turning last nite thinking about it.... I hate this feeling. And Mr Hubby is no help! He kept on telling me don't worry don't worry and he seemed so relax about it. Like he is not bothered at all. How la? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dan saya ketandusan idea untuk menulis lagi disebabkan oleh masalah di atas. Apa2 pun, tolong doakan saya ye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-4717877982829236175?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/4717877982829236175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=4717877982829236175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/4717877982829236175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/4717877982829236175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2009/11/worrying-situation.html' title='A Worrying Situation'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-5217907788590900420</id><published>2009-11-09T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:39:34.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My......</title><content type='html'>I am getting worse in updating my blog. Why? Been busy and been lazy. He he he.. Yup that's me! So sorry who has been dropping by here to read what's up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the last few months, I was also battling with my so-called-women-problem. To jump start my life after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;raya&lt;/span&gt;, my menses went missing somewhere else! I'm panicked of course. All questions were in my brain. Ransacking my own brain for any clue did i miss my pill. And I am very sure that I am a keen consumer of the pill. I have not missed it by any chance. If I were asleep before I took the pill, I will be suddenly remembered that I have yet to eat it in the middle of the night. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;abruptly&lt;/span&gt; I'll walk to the drawer and took one. Then go back to sleep. Even the doctor also cannot guess why I have to miss it for the last couple of month. And my test also came back negative. My weight also has gone up to numbers that I only reach during my pregnancy! Yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;frens&lt;/span&gt;... I am that fat now. But still I'm not dieting. Why? Because I dunno how. I just cannot resist the temptation of food. Yup, it's bad. But I want to diet. Will start soon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Insya&lt;/span&gt; Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My menses did come at last. And it has stopped my speculation of being pregnant. Even though my bulging tummy still say I do. He he he.. Now... where's that diet plan I plan to take? Oh yes.. It's only my mental notes. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;frens&lt;/span&gt;, please... don't ask me whether I am pregnant or not when you see me. I don't mind actually. I do feel sad in a while. And that a while is very brief! He he he..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you wondering what are mental notes to make myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kurus&lt;/span&gt;? Here goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To start walking every weekend (damn.. it's so hard to wake-up early)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Not to eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nasi&lt;/span&gt; for dinner (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tapi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nanti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;marah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kalau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nasi&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lauk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;habis&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To buy detox tea (the only thing I can consume for detox process).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. To eat in small portion (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;urrghhhh&lt;/span&gt;... try to get smaller plates everywhere I go).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all my plan are. Do you think it is workable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during the MIA of menses, I was thinking whether do I truly don't want another baby? I do love babies but I am so lazy to take care. Lazy to change the diapers, to wake-up in the middle of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;, to get-up early in the morning, etc......  But then, reading one of my friend's status pertaining on paying a big amount to have a baby / babies.. makes me think again. And I think I want. When? I dunno. Can I afford it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Insya&lt;/span&gt; Allah. Babies give you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;rahmat&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;rezeki&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-5217907788590900420?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/5217907788590900420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=5217907788590900420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/5217907788590900420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/5217907788590900420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-my.html' title='Oh My......'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-7594429751091798526</id><published>2009-09-17T14:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:20:29.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SrHU4wPdDdI/AAAAAAAAAH4/bqyaRKvPotc/s1600-h/Hari+Raya+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382317101171936722" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SrHU4wPdDdI/AAAAAAAAAH4/bqyaRKvPotc/s200/Hari+Raya+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wishing all of you Selamat Hari Raya and drive safely to those who are driving. Hopefully this year Syawal will bring you happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-7594429751091798526?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/7594429751091798526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=7594429751091798526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/7594429751091798526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/7594429751091798526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SrHU4wPdDdI/AAAAAAAAAH4/bqyaRKvPotc/s72-c/Hari+Raya+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-2154332509598106422</id><published>2009-08-27T11:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T11:18:22.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Ramadhan 1430 / 27th Aug 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Salam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ramadhan&lt;/span&gt; to all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yes, I failed to update my blog again. Sorry. The time is just not right. Well, now also you can consider it's not right but my eyelids are getting lower and lower. I cannot think properly to do serious work at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm yet to update pics of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pangkor&lt;/span&gt; Island Beach Resort. It's still in my camera. Even the camera is not been moved since we came back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pangkor&lt;/span&gt;. Now, that is plain lazy or not enough time for blogging? Perhaps a bit of both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The first 3 weeks in August, I was busy attending training here and there. 4 days for internal course and another 4 days outside. But I like it. Of all the sudden all the courses I need to attend are in August. Have another somewhere in November soon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ooohhh&lt;/span&gt;... just love been here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For next month agenda, there will be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Majlis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Buka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Puasa&lt;/span&gt; for staff &amp;amp; family organised by the company. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Majlis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt; or they called it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Syawal&lt;/span&gt; Nan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ceria&lt;/span&gt; will be in October. They have lots of event here in this company. During this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ramadhan&lt;/span&gt;, they organised &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ceramah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Agama&lt;/span&gt; from Monday to Thursday during 1 hour lunch break. All the speakers are different. Then we off from work half hour than usual. So nice...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Alright, signing off now. My eyelids are stronger now. Thank people for visiting my blog and hopefully all of you will have a bless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ramadhan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Assalamualaikum....&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/1053359941570562744-2154332509598106422?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/2154332509598106422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=2154332509598106422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/2154332509598106422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/2154332509598106422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2009/08/6-ramadhan-1430-27th-aug-2009.html' title='6 Ramadhan 1430 / 27th Aug 2009'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-8024026762537182565</id><published>2009-06-29T17:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:32:52.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amalin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mee curry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>A Family Affair : Amalin's Bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since 30th June 2009 will fall on Tueday which is a working day, so we decided to push forward Amalin's birthday celebration on last Sunday, 28th June 2009. Not much of invitation though. It's only a small affair. The invitation was only extended to 2 families, i.e. my uncle and cousin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The menu of course a birthday cake which I have ordered from my old friend, Izura. It was a strawberry sponge cake decorated with fresh cream. You can sneak peek her other creation at this web page : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://izurasweettouch.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://izurasweettouch.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Lovely cake it is. I highly recommended it. So here is the birthday cake pictures for your viewing. I'll try to upload the rest when I got the time or perhaps in my FB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SkiIxIdJDDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/BoSAcUnH_Zc/s1600-h/Bday+Cake+Amalin+7(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352678534794513458" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SkiIxIdJDDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/BoSAcUnH_Zc/s200/Bday+Cake+Amalin+7(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SkiJtQc7tcI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7zrrBKmgFsg/s1600-h/Bday+Cake+Amalin+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352679567733274050" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SkiJtQc7tcI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7zrrBKmgFsg/s200/Bday+Cake+Amalin+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Other menu will be like mee curry, sagu gula melaka and almond brownie. All is finish just nicely and Mak actually cook another batch of the mee curry. For our internal consumption. He he he... for the second round, mind us. But we do still have the sagu gula melaka left a bit more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amalin was happy to get that cake. But Amani was not. I only ordered the Oreo Cheesecake minus decoration on hers. Next time round ye sayang. Mummy just discovered Aunty Izura's baking website. &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/1053359941570562744-8024026762537182565?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/8024026762537182565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=8024026762537182565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/8024026762537182565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/8024026762537182565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-affair-amalins-bday.html' title='A Family Affair : Amalin&apos;s Bday'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SkiIxIdJDDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/BoSAcUnH_Zc/s72-c/Bday+Cake+Amalin+7(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-4193874369621358618</id><published>2009-06-08T11:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:04:36.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr H'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muzani'/><title type='text'>It's Been A Long Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry for all of you out there who has been following my blog. I was so busy since December last year. So many unexpected events took place since the last entry I wrote. If you were guessing how am I, then I'm good. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alhamdullillah&lt;/span&gt; in every way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm employed by another big corporation now. Since March 2009. So during that December - January, you can say I'm busy attending interviews. He he he... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then in February, I was busy preparing hateful email for my last day. Well, for some it was a hateful one. Not that I'm doing it purposely to invent a group of enemies.... The main objective was to open up the boss's eyes. But it failed. It's okay, I'm already out from there. However, I did receive some grateful wishes on the email. They liked it! Ha ha ha... Oh well, being outspoken is not good in some ways, but it has some advantages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;March I was busy being friendly with everyone in the new company. And so far so good. And in this particular month also I lost my favourite brother-in-law. On 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; March 2009 to be exact. He was having regular fever and admitted in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DSH&lt;/span&gt;. Even though it's normal for him to be hospitalised, but this time round he was admitted in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HDU&lt;/span&gt; - High Density Unit. And glad enough my parent-in-law knew about it. Yup, all this while if he were admitted, they won't know. Doctor couldn't find the exact cause why he was having the fever and his right leg was swollen like nobody business on his last day. But he was having difficulty in breathing. The scenes on that particular day was still playing in my memory over and over again. We weren't expecting that he'll be gone forever. In fact, Mr H and me were the last person talking to him that night. We were back at home for about 1 hour and we received that one particular call we hated to receive. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Abg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Muzani&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;semoga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;roh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;abe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dicucuri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;rahmat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ditempatkan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;kalangan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mereka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;yg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;beriman&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Amin&lt;/span&gt;. Al-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Fatihah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The post-gone of my brother-in-law started. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dearie&lt;/span&gt; Mr H couldn't come to his senses that his brother has left him for good. I was battling with him so that he will not be drifted away too far. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Alhamdullillah&lt;/span&gt;, he came back to be as he is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So that is my story at the moment. Hopefully it will satisfy your curiosity for those who doesn't know anything what's going on in my life at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Till my next entry, I'm signing off now.&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/1053359941570562744-4193874369621358618?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/4193874369621358618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=4193874369621358618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/4193874369621358618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/4193874369621358618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s Been A Long Time'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-5639376819975265851</id><published>2008-12-23T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:47:40.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were A Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Something came up and I just feel to have this song lyric inside my blog. So enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I Were A Boy - Beyonce Knowles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I were a boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even just for a day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’d roll outta bed in the morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And throw on what I wanted then go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drink beer with the guysAnd chase after girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’d kick it with who I wated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I’d never get confronted for it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause they’d stick up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I were a boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I could understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear I’d be a better man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’d listen to her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause he’s taken you for granted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could turn off my phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell everyone it’s broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So they’d think that I was sleepin’ alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’d put myself first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And make the rules as I go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I know that she’d be faithful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waitin’ for me to come home (to come home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;It’s a little too late for you to come back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say its just a mistake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think I’d forgive you like that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you thought I would wait for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You thought wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;But you’re just a boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don’t understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah you don’t understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How it feels to love a girl someday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wish you were a better man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don’t listen to her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don’t care how it hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until you lose the one you wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you’ve taken her for granted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything you have got destroyed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you’re just a boy&lt;/em&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/1053359941570562744-5639376819975265851?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/5639376819975265851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=5639376819975265851' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/5639376819975265851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/5639376819975265851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-were-boy.html' title='If I Were A Boy'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-2444295830576571406</id><published>2008-12-17T18:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:33:45.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruelty toward babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buang bayi'/><title type='text'>Very Very Depressing News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is a trend now for sinners to add another sin by throwing away babies. This kind of news always depressed me. I just couldn't stand to look at the baby face who is so helpless and it is so obvious it need special care and attention. They were promised by Allah, someone as good as the angel will take care of them. And yet, they were thrown away at unthinkable places. Toilet bowl, dustbin, under a tree and who knows what places it can be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To those who have yet to read the news, it was published in major local newspaper on 15th December, 2008. You may click at this &lt;a href="http://www.kosmo.com.my/kosmo/arkib.asp?y=2008&amp;amp;dt=1215&amp;amp;pub=Kosmo&amp;amp;sec=Negara&amp;amp;pg=ne_01.htm"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SUjVaAy5S3I/AAAAAAAAAHI/3MSggQADbSs/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280705205958691698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SUjVaAy5S3I/AAAAAAAAAHI/3MSggQADbSs/s200/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can you see how cute the baby is? He was found inside a toilet bowl and sucking his thumb to overcome him hunger, I guess. How cruel can a human be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-2444295830576571406?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/2444295830576571406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=2444295830576571406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/2444295830576571406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/2444295830576571406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/12/very-very-depressing-news.html' title='Very Very Depressing News'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SUjVaAy5S3I/AAAAAAAAAHI/3MSggQADbSs/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-1194505598074305032</id><published>2008-11-20T17:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:39:22.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr H pemurah'/><title type='text'>Something Out of Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Back from work yesterday, Mr H picked me up from office. Normally I'll go back with a friend of mine. So he came about 6pm and he was smiling from one ear to another. I wonder what was the good news. Out of sudden, he was counting money and he passed me some. This is very rare situation for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mr H : Nah! Amek RM1000 wat gi shopping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me : Blinking... blinking.... blinking... and hands was taking the money away from him before he could change his mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mr H : Just use the money, and don't ask another question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me : Ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Knowing Mr H, I am being very doubtful so decided not to use the money to buy any food or anything pertaining to education. He he he... Just in case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So off we went back home. He was telling me that he needs some new work shirts, boxers and socks. We decided to go Sunway Pyramid. Being a very typical man, Mr H doesn't like to survey first. He straight went to Marks &amp;amp; Spencer for his clothes. He end up paying 3 shirts, 1 pair of shoes, 1 pack of boxers and 1 pack of socks. On our way to Marks &amp;amp; Spencer, we passed by a Clarins shop. Mr H promised to visit the shop after he has finished shopping. I just agreed. Nanti banyak songeh terus tak jadi, lagi rugi. Coincidently I need a facial foam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At the Clarins, the salesgirls were friendly and willingly to explain to me on their products and what do I need for my basic care. I haven't tried to use Clarins before. So I end up buying these....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SSUyxIMMDVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vQXing7GVtQ/s1600-h/cuci+muka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270674758500617554" style="WIDTH: 66px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SSUyxIMMDVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vQXing7GVtQ/s200/cuci+muka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SSUyxjdIbqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4OspdDtXyX4/s1600-h/toner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270674765819440802" style="WIDTH: 67px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SSUyxjdIbqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4OspdDtXyX4/s200/toner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SSUyxiSW9WI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nQiS4ChWVJI/s1600-h/moist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270674765505820002" style="WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 73px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SSUyxiSW9WI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nQiS4ChWVJI/s200/moist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SSUyxz_wJDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MYpedo4LAsI/s1600-h/serum+white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270674770259616818" style="WIDTH: 52px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SSUyxz_wJDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MYpedo4LAsI/s200/serum+white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got to dip my hand inside a box containing numbers for a lucky draw. So I got 1 facial treatment and another treatment for something I cannot remember. They also gave me 1 free facial which Mr H decided to use it there and then. I the one end up waiting for more than 1 hour or so. Why wait when I can do something else, I went for a window shopping at Lolita's and Crocs and some other boutiques which I cannot remember the names. Last shop I went to is Ylang Ylang. The clothes were nice but for me it is very expensive since it's only a local one. Yup! I asked the sales girl. But they were having this promotion till end of November, Buy 1 Get 1 for free. Yup! You read it right. The terms and conditions is they will charge the price which is higher. So I bought a kurti with the price of RM179, i think. And get another blouse which the price was a bit low. So hurry... want to have a peek at their collection? Follow this &lt;a href="http://www.ylangylang.com.my/index.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went back to Clarins to get Mr H. He has few minutes more to finish the session. So while waiting, I tried the new Clarins lipstick and for those who wants lipstick that has long lasting color, that one is very good. The price RM79. No, I did not buy. Suddenly Mr H came out with red eyes and I assumed he was asleep. Which is true. I asked him how was it. He said it was good. The girl was surprised to see so many dirts came out and his answered, "Rasanya tahun ni belum cuci muka". He he he he.... There were so many blackheads came out and the girl need to take off her gloves. Ha ha ha ha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we went back because Mr H need to be somewhere by 10pm. That time it was about 9.30pm. On the way to the parking lot, we passed by a Croc shop and he was offering me one but I said I cannot choose in 5 minutes time. After we got into our car, I had this conversation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me : U nak gi mana cepat-cepat ni. Janji ngan sapa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mr H : Tak de nak gi mana-mana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me : Habis tu, u kata nak kena ada kat situ by 10pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mr H : Oooo... Nak reload Touch 'N' Go. He he he..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabau je la. Ingat nak gi mana. So dengan happy nya dia reload RM200. And at last we went home and a happy Mr H. Just thank Allah that CSI Miami going to start soon. Otherwise I can bet Mr H will start parading the house with his new shoes and shirt. That I can confirm. Always willingly to do catwalk show in front of me, my mom and the kids to show off his new things. Rasa-rasanya mak pun lega. He he he...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;End of my out of blue story. I'll let you all know when something like this happen again. I wonder what he'll buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-1194505598074305032?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1194505598074305032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=1194505598074305032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1194505598074305032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1194505598074305032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-out-of-blue.html' title='Something Out of Blue'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SSUyxIMMDVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vQXing7GVtQ/s72-c/cuci+muka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-2324760434344645991</id><published>2008-11-13T09:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:45:47.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag By Miss FlyingHeart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sungguh tensen bila Miss FlyingHeart ni tetiba cipta tag sendiri. Tapi buat jugak la sebab nanti dia majuk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How do I come about my blog name? Emmm..... untuk tidak menghampakan semua orang... Sejarahnya macam ni. Suka hati la saya nak letak nama apa. He he he he... Sekian terima kasih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SRuFlFIcVZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qj-c5T0yVPo/s1600-h/sticking+tongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267951061219169682" style="WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SRuFlFIcVZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qj-c5T0yVPo/s200/sticking+tongue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's nothing unique about the name. Everybody call me Lila. Including my mom. And why the word zing? Zing means liveliness. Or the synonyms for it are brio, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/dash"&gt;dash&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/drive"&gt;drive&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/%C3%A9lan"&gt;élan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/energy"&gt;energy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/enthusiasm"&gt;enthusiasm&lt;/a&gt;, get-up-and-go, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/go"&gt;go&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/gusto"&gt;gusto&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/life"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/oomph"&gt;oomph*&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/pep"&gt;pep&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/pizzazz"&gt;pizzazz&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/punch"&gt;punch&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/sparkle"&gt;sparkle&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/spirit"&gt;spirit&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/verve"&gt;verve&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/vigor"&gt;vigor&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/vim"&gt;vim&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/vitality"&gt;vitality&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/zest"&gt;zest&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/zip"&gt;zip&lt;/a&gt;. Everything included.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So there you go Miss FlyingHeart. Hari ni bukan hari kreatif so tak dapat la nak bebel banyak2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-2324760434344645991?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/2324760434344645991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=2324760434344645991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/2324760434344645991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/2324760434344645991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/11/tag-by-miss-flyingheart.html' title='Tag By Miss FlyingHeart'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SRuFlFIcVZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qj-c5T0yVPo/s72-c/sticking+tongue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-4066054266652776180</id><published>2008-11-10T14:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:37:59.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Bond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>22nd Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SRfWeICsZmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/DYiGlXyQjPo/s1600-h/Qos-teaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266914102276286050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SRfWeICsZmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/DYiGlXyQjPo/s200/Qos-teaser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;No, not mine 22nd movie watching. But 22nd movie of James Bond. So far haven't missed any of James Bond movie. Especially when Pierre Brosnan was the James Bond. Even though I cannot remember what was the last movie about. So this time round, we gonna get to see Bond's rough side. He just killed he felt need to be killed. Which irritate Mdm M so very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;And thankfully we got the tickets a day earlier. Otherwise we will be sitting right in front of the screen. As expected, it's going to be a full house at any theatre and anytime. So, go watch it if you are a James Bond fan or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Talking about Bond, where the heck is my friend who use this last name as his nickname?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-4066054266652776180?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/4066054266652776180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=4066054266652776180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/4066054266652776180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/4066054266652776180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/11/22nd-movie.html' title='22nd Movie'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SRfWeICsZmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/DYiGlXyQjPo/s72-c/Qos-teaser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-149671749927283280</id><published>2008-11-10T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:09:39.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='euwww'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bulu hidung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nose'/><title type='text'>Gross Scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, this morning I cannot unlocked the car because the alarm system won't work. So since I was so lazy to hear the car scream, I decided to leave as it was and informed Mr H about it. So Mr H managed to make the car scream and to his annoyance, the car battery head was not properly plugged. So he called his brother to come but since his brother has no jumper, don't waste time. He called a friend. And his coming. So while waiting, I sent Amani to school with Yanie's car. And she arrived late! The assembly has started. Felt so guilty because that was not first time!!!! Not because of me. Those around me will know whom to blame for. He he he... Jgn marah kepada sesapa yg terasa.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So since we were late, Mr H suggested to use the Federal Highway instead normal route (NPE). And something not right has happened. All this while we heard complains from road users that women / lady drivers use the rear view mirror as their vanity mirror. However, this particular morning, our car was directly behind a man driver using the rear view mirror to maintain his 'bulu hidung'!!!! Very the tak senonoh.... Complete with a small scissors. He just didn't care if anybody else see him. He kept on looking at his nose! Sakit pulak hati. I was wondering what happen if suddenly the car in front of him made an emergency brake and the scissors poked into his nose! And he was on the very right lane. His rear view mirror memang khas untuk hidungnya! He was driving a Wira, carrying plate no WKK 5_9_. In case he accidently log into my blog. He he he...&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/1053359941570562744-149671749927283280?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/149671749927283280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=149671749927283280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/149671749927283280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/149671749927283280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/11/gross-scene.html' title='Gross Scene'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-384472068330318175</id><published>2008-11-04T16:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:40:16.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='budak kelantan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Budak Kelantan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SRAXQF2pW2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/12ioWylR0J8/s1600-h/budak+kelantan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264733529612835682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SRAXQF2pW2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/12ioWylR0J8/s200/budak+kelantan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last Saturday, Mr H suggested we go and watch Budak Kelantan movie or as said in TGV IVR, Kelantan Boys. He he he... I don't realize they actually translate the movie title if we selected English as our preferred language. I bet you all would be saying we go and watch the movie because we are from Kelantan then you are totally right. We went to watch it at TGV Sunway Pyramid together with my younger sister. There were not so many patrons. I guess because of the language used in the movie. Not many people can understand Kelantanese dialect. So if anyone of you still interested to watch it, you may do so as there are translation in Bahasa Malaysia &amp;amp; English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, back to the movie. I'm not going to give any review... Just on my opinion. Don't worry. The movie is all about 3 main characters. Azhar (best known as Jaha), Buchek and Nor. Jaha is the bad character in the movie. His life is more on western side. Has been Americanized (ada ke word cam ni?). He raped and sell women / girls. His dialogue was this, "Rezeki aku murah ngan perempuan ni". So drank cough syrup just like normal drink, pil kuda, belasah orang... that's what he do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Buchek is the good one. Too good to be true though! And I'm wondering, ada lagi jejaka cam ni? Mesti ada, cuma susah nak jumpa I guess. He never fail to perform solat in whatever situation he is in. He has a girlfriend named Nor. The relationship was a serious one. So one day, he met Jaha. Jaha was his childhood friend. Jaha since kid was a problem one. He was sent to Henry Gurney. And never thought of leaving all the bad things behind. He was comfortable at his current state. Since they were apart for almost 13 years, Jaha invited Buchek to sleep over at his house. He introduce cough syrup and gambling to Buchek. He tried to kidnap a girl for a purpose of rape but Buchek has let the girl go. He was so pissed of for what Buchek has done. He hitted and left him in the middle of road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Unsatisfied that he cannot get a girl, he went out and saw a girl he liked. He flirt with the girl but the girl get so irritated wit h him. And yes, that girl is Buchek's girl, Nor. Nor was so angry when Buchek invited Jaha for a drink and not showing any emotion of anger because Jaha tried to woo her. During that scene, it is so obvious Jaha wanted Nor so much. He kept on looking at Nor and Buchek realized this. When they went back home, Jaha called Buchek he was sorry he left him and sorry he has mistakenly wooed Nor. And as I said Buchek was the good one, forgave him. He even persuaded Nor to be Jaha's girl much. Of course Nor rejected the proposal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In the midst of persuading Nor to accept Jaha, so much had happened and one fine day, Jaha was wanted by police and he was chased until he met with an accident which has cost him his life. Buchek was like telling Nor that he was like a bug (Jaha) chasing a light (Nor) to become a better person. Unfortunately, the light refused to light somebody's else life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In a way, it is quite a good movie as it is a first attempt by the Director.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My opinion.. the scenario not necessarily happened to Kelantanese. It can happen to everyone. But there were some typical Kelantanese attitude in the movie. All in all, I gave 3 stars out of 5. &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/1053359941570562744-384472068330318175?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/384472068330318175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=384472068330318175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/384472068330318175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/384472068330318175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/11/budak-kelantan.html' title='Budak Kelantan'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/SRAXQF2pW2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/12ioWylR0J8/s72-c/budak+kelantan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-530194022920135166</id><published>2008-10-22T22:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:36:01.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008 Aidilfitri'/><title type='text'>My 2008 Aidilfitri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So sorry for the long silence. Busy with work and stuffs. Well, nothing much happen during this year Syawal. Only the usual open houses and visiting relatives. The only difference was there was a session of taking family pictures on Mr H's side. They will take family photos for every 10 years I think. As Mr H told me the last time they took pics together in 1998. Yup! That was before I joined the family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP861n1qIcI/AAAAAAAADvg/8v11vYUWTD4/s1600-h/DSC01569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259987582693548482" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP861n1qIcI/AAAAAAAADvg/8v11vYUWTD4/s320/DSC01569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP86IDwspeI/AAAAAAAADvI/IBEAOEUP9Y0/s1600-h/DSC01567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259986799914952162" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP86IDwspeI/AAAAAAAADvI/IBEAOEUP9Y0/s320/DSC01567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP86I08xMXI/AAAAAAAADvY/i73wp16GyV8/s1600-h/DSC01568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259986813118919026" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP86I08xMXI/AAAAAAAADvY/i73wp16GyV8/s320/DSC01568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The complete family album. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP862O9XcvI/AAAAAAAADvo/eDmgADZL9mg/s1600-h/DSC01571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259987593194861298" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP862O9XcvI/AAAAAAAADvo/eDmgADZL9mg/s320/DSC01571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP862Qh96QI/AAAAAAAADvw/t257-Z3nkck/s1600-h/DSC01572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259987593616812290" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP862Qh96QI/AAAAAAAADvw/t257-Z3nkck/s320/DSC01572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Amalin, Amani, me &amp;amp; Amalia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP86H0_g9FI/AAAAAAAADu4/4YsfoypIDZo/s1600-h/DSC01561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259986795950568530" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP86H0_g9FI/AAAAAAAADu4/4YsfoypIDZo/s320/DSC01561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP83AcnXmDI/AAAAAAAADuI/SlkFd-VOMdE/s1600-h/DSC01551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259983370612873266" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP83AcnXmDI/AAAAAAAADuI/SlkFd-VOMdE/s320/DSC01551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cucus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP86IITY1kI/AAAAAAAADvA/g6PkbPJJvBI/s1600-h/DSC01563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259986801134196290" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP86IITY1kI/AAAAAAAADvA/g6PkbPJJvBI/s320/DSC01563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muzaffar's Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP86Ii1Il7I/AAAAAAAADvQ/GCH0ieKKQAA/s1600-h/DSC01566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259986808255059890" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP86Ii1Il7I/AAAAAAAADvQ/GCH0ieKKQAA/s320/DSC01566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process of calling everybody in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP84EMVItgI/AAAAAAAADuQ/O-cYWWnLHhI/s1600-h/DSC01553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259984534472537602" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP84EMVItgI/AAAAAAAADuQ/O-cYWWnLHhI/s320/DSC01553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mizalina's Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP84EbRrpgI/AAAAAAAADuY/hy3pBHMZ3uY/s1600-h/DSC01554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259984538484581890" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP84EbRrpgI/AAAAAAAADuY/hy3pBHMZ3uY/s320/DSC01554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muzaidi's Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP84Eu0ETGI/AAAAAAAADug/916j8RXm9TE/s1600-h/DSC01555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259984543729077346" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP84Eu0ETGI/AAAAAAAADug/916j8RXm9TE/s320/DSC01555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mizalifah's Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP84EruWquI/AAAAAAAADuo/6VUuCQxCy7w/s1600-h/DSC01556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259984542899808994" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP84EruWquI/AAAAAAAADuo/6VUuCQxCy7w/s320/DSC01556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP82-vhmGxI/AAAAAAAADt4/wtSBomlgPiU/s1600-h/DSC01547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259983341329193746" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP82-vhmGxI/AAAAAAAADt4/wtSBomlgPiU/s320/DSC01547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP84E3aNQwI/AAAAAAAADuw/keVuZb-h1nI/s1600-h/DSC01557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259984546036531970" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP84E3aNQwI/AAAAAAAADuw/keVuZb-h1nI/s320/DSC01557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Teruna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP82_ZmC6MI/AAAAAAAADuA/1z_T9VtJePQ/s1600-h/DSC01550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259983352622147778" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP82_ZmC6MI/AAAAAAAADuA/1z_T9VtJePQ/s320/DSC01550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muhammad Ramadhan's family. (yes, as you expected it, he was born during the month of Ramadhan).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well the session was quite haywire. We actually want to take the picture at a studio but the cameraman was not available. My PIL insisted to take the pics so Mr H brother in law volunteer to be the cameraman and he will bring someone to take the pics. When the time come, there were no extra man to be a cameraman. So they have asked Mr H to ask a favour from friends. The neighbourhood friends. So one friend said ok. While waiting, we took picture for each family. We had our session alright. And I tell you, the sessions were kecoh! Everybody was like having own camera and was asking the people who pics gonna be taken to stay put and other cameras were ready to take and bla bla bla. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end after a quite a long wait, a friend of Mr H came and took the pictures for us! At last! Even a baby won't tolerate after such a long wait. So she wailed....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enuf story about photo session. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP82914T1wI/AAAAAAAADtw/uXLCaBrUdAE/s1600-h/DSC01543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259983325855209218" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP82914T1wI/AAAAAAAADtw/uXLCaBrUdAE/s320/DSC01543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My relatives - different location.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP829Adse0I/AAAAAAAADto/duz7fMZBlNI/s1600-h/DSC01541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259983311516498754" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP829Adse0I/AAAAAAAADto/duz7fMZBlNI/s320/DSC01541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me &amp;amp; My Sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP81j6ji10I/AAAAAAAADtA/dmQTbXTTKzw/s1600-h/DSC01530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259981780922062658" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP81j6ji10I/AAAAAAAADtA/dmQTbXTTKzw/s320/DSC01530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr H &amp;amp; Amalia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP81kLL5uQI/AAAAAAAADtI/V7PXcyOTcco/s1600-h/DSC01535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259981785386301698" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP81kLL5uQI/AAAAAAAADtI/V7PXcyOTcco/s320/DSC01535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP81kP0ruGI/AAAAAAAADtQ/0SMyXfhPSKM/s1600-h/DSC01531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259981786631092322" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP81kP0ruGI/AAAAAAAADtQ/0SMyXfhPSKM/s320/DSC01531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our pic @ my house &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP81kaFCnAI/AAAAAAAADtY/9ozwhJD-OzA/s1600-h/DSC01537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259981789384055810" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP81kaFCnAI/AAAAAAAADtY/9ozwhJD-OzA/s320/DSC01537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP81lNRuLFI/AAAAAAAADtg/nHwT73bNQ1E/s1600-h/DSC01538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259981803127450706" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP81lNRuLFI/AAAAAAAADtg/nHwT73bNQ1E/s320/DSC01538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day before Raya, I managed to get hold of the masseur to give a full body massage! Oh my... the feeling was so nice. And right after the massage session, I managed to bake some cookies. And while waiting for the masseur, suddenly my memory was rewinding by itself back to the days when I was around 10 to 15 years old. I really missed that Hari Raya mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, on that last day of Ramadhan, we the around the same age children (me, my elder sister and cousins) would help our mothers and auntie to prepare the house. From cleaning the window to changing the cushion covers and curtains. Then at night, we would help them to prepare the satay. Yup! Back then we will prepare the satay ourselves. And we enjoyed every moment of it. We would laughed at each other the next morning because of the condition of our hands. All turned yellowish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My late grandfather then would prepare the sarung for the ketupat. And we will fill in the rice inside it. My late auntie would prepare the ketupat daun palas or ketupat tiga segi. Days before Syawal came, of course my favourite session. Cookies baking. I just love to bake cookies. Yup! These were the times when everything were being prepared at home. But now, only left my mother. It seemed that we the younger ones tak sempat nak berguru macam mana nak buat satay tu. So ever since my auntie passed away, the satay we just ordered from a shop. Malam raya macam-macam nak kena prepare last time, tapi sekarang tak sangat dah. And we had lost another auntie on the very first day of this year Ramadhan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband to my auntie was actually persuading my sister to stay in KL and celebrate the Raya with him and his family. And he was actually crying when he said that. Ooohhh... I cannot imagine my position if I were with him that moment. My MAIN weakness, I cannot see other people cry. I will DEFINITELY join in. Yes! That's me. Even though my friends say I am a garang person tapi bila tengok orang nangis yg memang sebab sedih for me to analyze as necessary, akak akan nangis sekali. Confirm punye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday on the 10th my uncle threw a kenduri tahlil for his beloved wife. That day it marked my auntie has left him for 40 days. Besides my cousin will be going back to Bahrain tomorrow. Another sadness parting. When we arrived KL on Sunday the 5th, my elder sister went to sleep at his house. And again he was telling my sister that he felt so lonely and he shed some tears. He is the person who use to bring his wife to everywhere including golf playing. And yes, my auntie do play golf. If we see it in a way, it sounds romantic but when one of them is gone, the other will feel at lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-530194022920135166?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/530194022920135166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=530194022920135166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/530194022920135166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/530194022920135166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-2008-aidilfitri.html' title='My 2008 Aidilfitri'/><author><name>applepie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fioGJ_Pfmqg/SP861n1qIcI/AAAAAAAADvg/8v11vYUWTD4/s72-c/DSC01569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-6818325323430831768</id><published>2008-09-26T08:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:48:11.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hari raya'/><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even though today is the last day before I go for my Hari Raya leave, we are still stuck in the training room doing the system testing. And it is going to continue after raya too. OMG... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, preparation for Hari Raya is already OK. Last nite spent my time to go and buy my daughters stuff. All those shoes, dress, jeans and t-shirt. Baju Kurung already ready in August. A nite before yesterday, me &amp;amp; Emy went to a Majlis Berbuka Puasa organized by J&amp;amp;J. It was held at One World Hotel, Bandar Utama. The buffet spread was soooo nice. We berbuka puasa with oysters and mussels and as for desserts also we were having them. He he he... It was so delicious. In between what we were having? Let me list down... fried mee, pasta, nasi ayam, sate, tempura, mee tom yam, grilled lamb, kerabu suun, pizza, ice cream, cakes, fruits and that's all. Even Mr H also don't eat that much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright, need to get back to work. Wishing you all Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Jika ada yang tak termakan terminum. Minta dihalalkan. Jika ada terkasar bahasa, minta dimaafkan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kepada yang balik kampung dengan memandu, pandu dengan berhati-hati. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pixelcode.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff174/pixelcode/Aidil%20Fitri/D000010052.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pixel Code Graphics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-6818325323430831768?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/6818325323430831768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=6818325323430831768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/6818325323430831768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/6818325323430831768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/09/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff174/pixelcode/Aidil%20Fitri/th_D000010052.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-329849283833526842</id><published>2008-09-18T08:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:51:20.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have been given green light by management to transfer myself from training unit to Business Support Unit. Yeay! At last. It will effective from October 3rd, 2008 onwards. However, since I am part of the committee for an expansion, I'm involving myself for system test. So I will be in the room until my hari raya leave which commencing from 29th Sept 2008 - 5th October 2008. Basically I am not handling the training session anymore due to this tests. And thanks to Aileen for being able to take the class from me and she is the new trainer. And the new staffs are lucky to have her as she is good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So nothing really interesting happened during the last few weeks since my last entry. Except that we (me &amp;amp; Mr H) has two Iftar with our friends and Mr H's cousin. With our friends we had the break fasting session at Coronade Hotel. The buffet spread is not that much and I guess maybe because of the not so many patrons coming for the break fasting. It is quite expensive for that much of spread. It costs us RM63++. If you have real rewards card, then you are entitled to get 20% discount. If you are a Maybank cardholder, then you'll get 30% off. Who joined the breakfasting? Isma &amp;amp; Mail, Me &amp;amp; Mr H, Era &amp;amp; Ahmad, Emy, and Era's parents and sister. The end part what we liked most though! Era's father has paid it all! Thank you so much. And Mr H was like asking Era when is her father coming to KL again. So that we can invite him for another break fasting. He he he....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Second Iftar is not a planned one. So since Mr H's cousin car is not ready, Mr H need to send his cousin back to his hotel so that's why we were break fasting with him and his friends. This time round the destination is Dynasty Hotel. The price is cheaper than Coronade. The price is RM55++. And the spread is more. The roasted the whole lamb there. Mr H is very excited when he found out about it. And as usual I ate most of what they are offering. And being the only lady, it was quite humiliating as aku je yang makan paling banyak. Tension weh... And tak syok betul makan ngan orang yang tak value buffet ni. Sia-sia je. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And yes, I did not take any pictures because I have forgotten that I brought the camera along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alright, need to get back to work. So see you around!&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/1053359941570562744-329849283833526842?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/329849283833526842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=329849283833526842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/329849283833526842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/329849283833526842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/09/bit-bored.html' title='A Bit Bored'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-1317220913006941779</id><published>2008-09-05T11:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:23:16.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='petua untuk ibu'/><title type='text'>Petua Isteri Yang Sentiasa Dara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here is some tips from Dr Fatma Az-Zahra. I have never tried it before but I would like to share with all of you. Who knows anyone would like to give it a try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ustazah menurunkan petua untuk kaum ibu menjaga diri agar sentiasa jadi macam 'abqaro' menurut ayat di dalam Surah al-Waqiah. ("Abqaro" ini bermaksud perawan yang sentiasa menjadi perawan) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ayat ini elok untuk diamalkan setiap hari oleh kaum ibu untuk menjaga kesihatan luar dan dalam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Caranya: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lepas solat Isya', ambil air segelas, baca Al-Fatihah sekali, Ayatul Qursi sekali dan Surah Al-Waqiah ayat 35-38 sebanyak 7 kali. Tiup dalam air dan minum. Niat dlm hati utk menjaga kecantikan diri &amp;amp; utk kebahagiaan rumahtangga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Makna surah Al-Waqiah ayat 35-38: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(56.35) Sesungguhnya Kami telah menciptakan isteri-isteri mereka dengan ciptaan istimewa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(56.36) Serta Kami jadikan mereka sentiasa dara (yang tidak pernah disentuh), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(56.37) Yang tetap mencintai jodohnya, serta yang sebaya umurnya, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(56.38) (Semuanya itu disediakan) bagi puak kanan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-1317220913006941779?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1317220913006941779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=1317220913006941779' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1317220913006941779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1317220913006941779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/09/petua-isteri-yang-sentiasa-dara.html' title='Petua Isteri Yang Sentiasa Dara'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-6382426731130389897</id><published>2008-09-04T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:41:16.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Al Fatihah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As you read my entry topic, you can guess it. Yes, let's recite Al-Fatihah to my aunty who passed away on 1st September, 2008 on the same day Muslim celebrate the first day of Ramadhan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And yes, she was my reason of not being able to update my blog. She was admitted to GHKL on 18th August, 2008 after suffering for quite some time of breast carcinoma aka breast cancer. We knew it very late as she kept it secret from everyone except her husband. Even her daughter who lives with her doesn't know about it till she suffered so badly. She kept silence about it till the lump burst and she had to go to clinic for dressing. Then only the daughter knew about it and informed her brother who is living in Bahrain. Even she has been told by her mother not to tell anyone about it. Including her brother and elder sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She knew she had the breast cancer long time ago. Of course it started with one small lump with a 10 sen size. Afraid she was to go to hospital for further check up. She just let it be there for a while and it has grown into a golf ball size. She seeked opinion from her friend/friends. And it turned out a traditional medicine was being introduced. After the lump burst, she couldn't lift her left hand (the cancer attacked her left breast). When my mom and my sister visited her, she didn't say a word about it because she doesn't want my grandmother to know. When my grandmother asked her why her body temperature so hot, she said she was feeling a bit tired and nothing else. So my mom kept quiet until time to go back. Only the next day she called my mom to apologize for not telling anything as she said she doesn't want my grandmother to worry about it. That was about 5 weeks back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I only managed to find time to visit her few days before she was admitted. That was on Friday, 15th Aug, 2008. At this point of time, her face has swollen and her whole left hand as well. When I asked, she said only because of the nerve system which I doubt it. I can see the dressing protruding from her blouse. It is quite big. She said before the lump burst, her skin at the breast dried up like dry ground. And I asked her whether it is hurt or not. She said it doesn't feel anything. Which again raised my doubt toward her. I cannot imagine the feeling if my skin is too dry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then bluntly Mr H asked her whether it is cancer or not. She said it is not. By the way, the clinic she visited for the dressing session is not a normal GP clinic. It is a clinic which gives like electronic treatment. Something like that. And at the end, the clinic cannot take it anymore and referred her to hospital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;True enough, when the doctor checked her, the specialist said it is too late. It is a breast cancer and sadly, it is already beyond stage 4! I visited her on the second day she was there. She asked me to rub her swollen hand to make her feel at ease. I asked her to be strong. Even her son from Bahrain came back. I visited her most everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The doctors couldn't suggest surgery or chemotherapy because she was anaemic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And what I can see, she was getting weaker. Until 25th Aug, 2008, we were being informed by my cousin she had difficulty in breathing and cannot speak. The specialist told him the cancer has spread to her neck and her nerves. And he was weeping. I just cannot bear it. So I took emergency leave and went to hospital to see her. She still recognize me and smiled at me. I then recite Yaasin to her as Doa for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the afternoon, suddenly she talked. She was asking "How are you?" to the nurse. And everybody smiled. Happy, there was some improvement. The next day she even can joke with me and asked for chicken pie, chicken chop, cheese cake and satay to eat that day. But the next day, she was grumpy all the time and again had difficulty in breathing. She kept on asking her younger brother. My uncle will come the next day from KB to visit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And her health kept on deteriorating. And I told Mr H, perhaps she was waiting to see her brother for the last time. We last visited her on Sunday, 31st Aug, 2008. At this point, she cannot speak at all, her breathing was more worse than ever. It seemed she was fighting her life for a breathe of oxygen which has been worn on her. We tried to keep her at ease. However my instinct tell me she's going to leave us. Very soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She left us at 9.50pm on 1st Sept, 2008. She looked so peaceful in her long sleep. Her face was so sweet. Below are how everyone viewed my aunty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Husband&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He has accompanied her from day one she was admitted. Never left her bedside. He was with her 24 hours, 7 days a week. Until the last day, he dreamt she came to her naked. He told she was so beautiful and sweet like usual. He tried to reach to her to hug but she slipped from his arm. Then he knew, it will be the moment for him to part with his loving wife. You should have seen the expression of my uncle. He told us the story with the emotion at the fullest, the loving eyes and with a solemn face. Yes, he loves her that much. The way he told the story, touch me deeply as I have never seen a man openly telling everyone on the love he has toward his wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Children&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She will be remembered as a loving mother. A mother who taught everything about life. A mother who cook everything what the children want. Yes, my aunty was a great cook. She even made 50 pieces of curry puff for her son to bring back to Bahrain last June. Even she was suffering the cancer, she made it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Siblings&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We have lost our only Aunty. She was my father's younger sister. We lost a place to ask for a recipe. But thankful enough, we managed to celebrate her birthday last June. That was when her son came back from Bahrain. She cooked us various food that day. And if only we had known she was sick......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Grandmother&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was very sympathy toward my grandmother. She was so sad but she did not shed any tears in front of us. She has seen 3 of her children passed away. My father, my elder aunty and the current one. I just cannot imagine her feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So readers, I am sorry for the long silence and the long entry this time as I would like to keep the memory for my aunty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again, let's recite Al-Fatihah. &lt;em&gt;Semoga Allah mencucuri rahmat ke atas rohnya........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-6382426731130389897?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/6382426731130389897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=6382426731130389897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/6382426731130389897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/6382426731130389897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/09/al-fatihah.html' title='Al Fatihah'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-5034211577269933191</id><published>2008-08-18T18:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:25:15.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farewell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handphone'/><title type='text'>Thing I Hate Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;We had a farewell party for our dear friend Isma. Even though she is only transfer to other department, still we can't be at the same place at the same time during office hour. This is the thing I hate most. Parting. It is such a simple word, yet to powerful when we take it into action. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have known her since I started working at where I am now. She was my Team Leader. Among the talented leaders were born. Yes... my opinion, some leaders are not supposed to be leaders. They don't have the leadership quality. Example... hmm.. better not to tell it hear. But my friends know it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I cried when I found out my team leader has been changed to someone who for me was not capable to be a team leader. Isma has been given the responsibility to lead the Internet Banking agents. It is good for her. But bad for me. Since then, we are friends and she is my mentor, my walking dictionary in terms of operations and my second eye. In other words, she can be a friend or sister or manager whenever I need her in in every different needs. Yes! She is that. I'm not praising her to get A+ for my appraisal. As she is not filling it up for me. Ha ha ha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The party was a surprise for her. We managed to plan the party without her knowing. We even managed to ask her what she likes. We gave her a crystal necklace. It is a collection from the people who joined the party. And for individual gift, which we share between me, Era, Emy, Rani &amp;amp; Gurmit, a matching bracelet. When she opened up the gift, she was wide smiling as she knew, she has chosen the design herself but not expecting it at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When she entered the rest area, she was mushy. She managed to shed tears as she is not expecting it. And she managed to shed my tears as well. I cannot stand people who cried! I'll cry together. That is my weakest part. Especially if baby who helplessly cry. Nevertheless, I never cry with my daughter when I scolded them. He he he...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the end, it was not an emotional farewell at all when it comes to end of the day. She was hurrying back to her home because she needs to send her maid to clinic for FOMEMA. OMG... I dun feel like she was not coming back again. Huh! And yes.. she did come to our office this very evening to pick some things that she has left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Besides the farewell party, there was a funny incident though. It all started when Emy &amp;amp; I had this conversation....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me : Emy, have you heard the story PT told those around him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Emy : What story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me : He told now he knew why his mug has some white flaky thing when he washed it. It must be the dandruff!! He thought it was the creamer which refuse to wash off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(PT had an incident whereby one of the staff washed her comb using the pantry sponge!!!!!!! PT was so angry about it, he threw the sponge there and then. He managed to give some word of wisdom to that particular girl. Then he forced me to send the communication to the floor to stress on what is the purpose of the sponge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Emy : LOL!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And Emy was like tak jadi basuh mug tu dengan sponge!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And we had another big laugh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So while we were heading back to our place, Emy was trying to find something from her pants pocket. Then her face turned to a panic face because a camera slipped out from her pants. Yup! From top to bottom.. And it was my camera. And I start laughing. She told me her pocket has torn. Then she started fishing again inside her not so wide torn pocket. Then she took out my handphone. Again she panicked...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Emy : Kak Lila, mana cover belakang handphone Kak Lila ni?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(When u see my handphone, then you'll understand)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me : Ala, mesti ada dalam poket Emy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She start rumbling inside her pocket again. Then there it goes... From top to bottom again... The cover slipped down from her pants. And we start laughing like nobody business. Then I collected the cover. Then she realized something else missing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Emy : Kak Lila, mana pulak getah yg hold cover tu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Yes, my handphone back cover need to be tied up with a piece of rubber band. He he he...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was like telling her, it's okay while laughing then suddenly she saw it on the floor and started pointing it while laughing as well. And we were laughing quite loud that we entered the working area, everyone was staring at us. And wondering why our laugh are loud. He he he... So when we retold the incident, everyone was laughing as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So that is my story. So once I get the pictures gathered, I'll update this entry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-5034211577269933191?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/5034211577269933191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=5034211577269933191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/5034211577269933191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/5034211577269933191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/08/thing-i-hate-most.html' title='Thing I Hate Most'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-5938098517167905305</id><published>2008-08-12T18:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:43:01.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantau Panjang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balik kampung'/><title type='text'>Balik Kampung Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We went by car. Mr H picked me up from office around 7pm and we stopped at R&amp;amp;R Gua Musang at 10.30pm for our dinner. And arrived safely at 2pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had a satisfying time. Where do I want to start? Let me see... Since I love eating, we start from food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Food&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First day, I had Nasi Kerabu with Ayam Bakar which I bought from Restoran Laili nearby my house. For lunch, we had none as we were all having a very heavy breakfast. Of course we were not having the nasi kerabu only, all those kuih muih. They are still selling it at 4 pieces for RM1. That is considered already quite expensive. Last time it was RM1 for 5 pieces. In the afternoon, we went visiting my mother's auntie. So since she has some delicious lauk, Mr H &amp;amp; me volunteer to eat there. Ha ha ha. Followed by Amalin. Mr H was inspired by the budu &amp;amp; tempoyak, me because of the sambal pauh and Amalin because of sambal tumis udang. All three of us were having 2 helpings. Hmm... delicious... For dinner, my SIL invited us to her house. She cooked crab, squids, fish, vegetable, eggs and plus other more. Cannot even remember. Mr H was having 2-3 helpings! And this is only first day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Second day, my mother cousin came and picked mak from home to go to the new Pasar Borong. So, we just ordered from mak what we want for breakfast. I had the normal Nasi Belauk and my extra will be Nasi Himpit with sambal kelapa &amp;amp; satay, Mr H had Nasi Dagang, Nasi Himpit with sambal and satay, the children nasi belauk, mak &amp;amp; tok only nasi himpit.. (tak kenyang aa makan nasi himpit saje)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We skipped lunch because already fueled up. So me, Amalia, Mr H &amp;amp; mak went to Rantau Panjang. We left Amani, Amalin &amp;amp; tok at my auntie's house.  Dinner, my MIL had a kenduri tahlil at her house. So makan free lagi. This time, something light. Buns with curry. My favourite dish. I just love orang Kelantan's curry. Different from the normal curry we are having here in KL or Penang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Third day, breakfast, manage to wake Mr H to go and buy nasi belauk Kak Wok. So we had that except for mak. She said enough nasi for breakfast. Lunch, I went out for a while with Mr H to go somewhere. I cannot recall where to though! And we bought Nasi Padprik, Nasi Daging Merah &amp;amp; Nasi Goreng for lunch at Shafie Restoran. This is my family favourite restaurant. For dinner, my favourite place. Restoran Malaysia. It sells steamboat. This place has long existed since I was a little kid. But few times ago when I went back to KB, the restraurant was not there. So I was a bit sad. I thought the restaurant has been closed for good. And not being a steamboat lover, Mr H confidently told me the restraurant has been closed down. But thank god, I asked Mr H friend, he showed where is the new location! Hah! Mr H was crestfallen. He he he.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sunday morning.. I don't feel like eating all those nasi. So I only had bread with satay gravy that we had the other day. Just heat it up. Lunch, we bought at a nearby stall near my house. Dinner, we had meals at London Fish Tales @ Tesco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Places We Went / Activity&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Since the last trip to KB (during election) we (me, mak and the rest) only stay at home because Mr H was busy with the election (macam dia calon &amp;amp; dia pengundi - walhal dia daftar pun tak... ) so we made him promised to bring to all places we want to go... He he he.. He got no choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rantau Panjang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - It was hot and gratefully Amalia is not wailing except when she was hungry and hot. We stopped to eat and rest for a while. Basically to cool Amalia down. Then continued for a few more minutes (about 45 minutes to be exact, it is considered a few kan?) What we bought there? A few clothes for me, Mr H and children, 2 comforters, 2 bantal kekabu and we were wondering where we are going to put all the things in the car when we are going back to KL. Mr H said, boleh punye... Mak bought few kain sarung and cashew nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relatives Houses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Basically these houses are the must houses we go if we went back to Kelantan. From KB till Pasir Mas. Not only my relatives, Mr H's as well. Well, Mr H more on his siblings houses. Even though we went only to his sister's house this time round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tesco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - As if KL/Selangor has not Tesco at all... Saje nak tengok suasana. And guess what, the Big Apple shop tak payah beratur pun! Boleh pilih donuts selama mana nak pilih!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, I guess that's all my activity during my balik kampung time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yup, on Monday I was on leave as well because to ensure proper rest before coming back to work. We departure (ha ha ha.. macam naik kapal terbang..) at 11pm and arrived at 4am. Very tiring.&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/1053359941570562744-5938098517167905305?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/5938098517167905305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=5938098517167905305' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/5938098517167905305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/5938098517167905305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/08/balik-kampung-story.html' title='Balik Kampung Story'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-5784188741938326979</id><published>2008-08-06T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:07:21.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balik Kampung Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yup! That's right! I'm going back to my hometown this very evening. In fact I'm waiting for Mr H &amp;amp; the rest of the clan to come and pick me up from office and off we go. Tak sabar nak sampai sana. It's all because of the food...... Yummy! Nothing much happen for the past week. Today, our Unit Heads and Section Head treats us lunch. We had Nasi Beriani. Actually not we. They had nasi beriani and I had the plain rice. Why? Because I dun like nasi beriani. So don't bother to invite me for nasi beriani session if that place don't have plain rice @ nasi putih. He he he...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I do have one heart falling session last Sunday @ Tesco Shah Alam. All because of Amalin. We were waiting for Mr H to come inside because he was trying to find a car park near to entrance (this is norm for him). And we (me, Amani, mak, tok, Amalia &amp;amp; Amalin) were browsing at the shops inside. And she was with us. Suddenly, when we want to further, I turned back and Amalin was not with me! I was so panicked, I searched around but I cannot find her. I went further up just in case she was there but she was not. Then I traced back, she was not there either. Then I asked the lady who was selling at a tudung stall whether she knew where is my daughter. She said she saw her following her. OMG! I thought my heart was going to burst at that time. I searched her further up, looking at an side exit I never noticed before and cannot stop thinking the worst. I kept on remembering Nurin Jazlin case, Sharlinie case, Asnawi case and other missing child cases. I kept on praying. Oh! I just couldn't describe the feeling at that time. And I cannot imagine those missing childs' mothers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I went another round searching for my princess. Then I heard Mak's voice calling out my name. There she was... standing nearby my mom and the rest of the family. Oh... I dunno how grateful I am that time. But I managed to scold her though! Panic punye pasal kan... I was like questioning her without giving her time to answer. Yes, she was crying and I dunno whether because I was scolding her or she was scared. But Mr H told me, he found her at the main entrance crying and alone. And she did not tell him why she was there.... While Mr H went to the gents, I explained to Amalin why I scolded her. Tell her exactly what will happen. And she promised me she won't do it again. Hmm... make me think twice to bring them to shopping mall. I think I will avoid it as much as I could. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mak told me, Amani was tense to sense her sister is missing. She is very loving sister even though she loves to whack the sister! I guess you'll be surprise if you caught them fighting. Very violent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well! Everything is well now. So I'm going to enjoy my balik kampung time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-5784188741938326979?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/5784188741938326979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=5784188741938326979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/5784188741938326979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/5784188741938326979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/08/balik-kampung-time.html' title='Balik Kampung Time'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-2852832877485874441</id><published>2008-08-01T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T14:44:46.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buhsan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hi ya people... It's been a while since I have updated my last entry. Nothing much happen. Nothing special or nothing shall be remembered to jot it down here. But our car broke down due to overheating problem. I think I remembered Mr H mentioned it something like gasket has burnt out.. or something else. Couldn't remember it properly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have mentioned to my superior that I don't like the task I'm having now. Which I have take it because they forced me to do it. They asked me to try for 2-3 months. And that's it. Trainer is not my passion or interest. It is just not me. I have even mentioned it to my department head. And he accepted my reason as he told me he doesn't want his staff to be doing something we don't really like. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. but to transfer to another unit will take a long time. The only reason they give me is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SABAR&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Buhsan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aa&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I am hoping that I will get a new job soon. Pray for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-2852832877485874441?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/2852832877485874441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=2852832877485874441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/2852832877485874441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/2852832877485874441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/08/buhsan.html' title='Buhsan'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-1788485765810416444</id><published>2008-07-22T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:31:46.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free lunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><title type='text'>Semoga Dimurahkan Rezeki</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Today, one of our colleagues treated us for lunch. There were about 20 of us I think. And being typically absent minded, I have forgotten to bring along the CAMERA.... So very frustrating. It was already in my handbag and I just brought my purse along. Anyway, the event why he was treating us, God knows why. When we asked him, he told in conjunction of his burfday which falls on 19th July. But we assumed it is because he applied for early retirement which the result will be out soon. So perhaps that will be the last treat from him to us. Its like better early than never? Perhaps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;We rice with Tom Yam Soup, Daging Masak Merah, Udang Celup Tepung, Ulam &amp;amp; Sambal Belacan and Ikan Masak Sambal (i think so laa....). And yes, I have 2 serving of rice. He he he... Tak sempat breakfast punye pasal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Actually I'm feeling a bit hungry now. It's 7.27pm at the moment. And I have loads of work to do. Just finish my questions paper. Tired and hungry. Mr H going to be late because a customer wants to see him at his office at 7.30pm! OMG.... Nasib baik confirm beli. Kalau tak angin jugak satu badan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;What else should I be babling on ya? I can't do any straight thinking at the moment. Before I forget, PT, thank you for the lunch, hopefully you'll be success in future and dun forget us here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Adios....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-1788485765810416444?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1788485765810416444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=1788485765810416444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1788485765810416444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1788485765810416444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/07/semoga-dimurahkan-rezeki.html' title='Semoga Dimurahkan Rezeki'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-3053358865488607187</id><published>2008-07-21T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:41:00.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Must Go On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I was been informed by Mr H that he heard that M, his friend has divorced his wife. But he cannot confirm whether it is true or not as the friend cannot be contacted. So he asked me to call the wife to ask. So since I've long for them to divorce (I know it's a cruel wish but I'll tell u later why) I'm not surprise on the news. Well I told Mr H, the wife actually did mention that when she has settled in terms on financially, she'll asks for one. Good for her if the news is true enough. Since Mr H informed me late that night, so next time I'll call her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Being an obedient wife (sometimes) and in this case more like busy body and to wish well if it is true, I have rang A on Saturday night. She was glad to know it's me who's calling as her X has deleted my phone no from her phone book. Yup! U have guess it right! The X hates me as much I hate him. I hate him. There, I said it again and again if I need to. I have made announcement on that matter to Mr H. I don't care if he is one of his good friends. Gladly Mr H noted that we both hate each other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, back to my conversation with A. She has confirmed excitedly she has divorced from M. She said in September her &lt;em&gt;edah &lt;/em&gt;will end. She is more content and has a happier life minus X. M, if u manage to read my blog, you must hate me more and more and more. She told me the full length incidents how it has happened. And sorry dear readers, the details are so embrassing to be jot down here. But what I can say is, it is totally digusting. Yes M, you are such an annoying and disgusting person! Mr H, sorry I have to kutuk your friend here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, A is enjoying her life even though M has left a huge amount of debt under her name and she has to settle it. She is thankful for the job she has and for the opportunity of pursuing her ambition that has been given by a college cum university. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;And nothing much I could do except wishing her all the best, happy and glad to hear she is okay and I will pray for her success. A, I will never forget you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;M - I JUST HATE U MORE!!!!!!! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-3053358865488607187?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/3053358865488607187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=3053358865488607187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/3053358865488607187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/3053358865488607187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-must-go-on.html' title='Life Must Go On'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-2155061302597823326</id><published>2008-07-16T14:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:21:14.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Datuk Saberi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road blocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anwar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='massive jam'/><title type='text'>Much Talked Debate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well I guess everyone watched last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; debate between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anwar&lt;/span&gt; Ibrahim &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Datuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Saberi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chik&lt;/span&gt;. Since I am in nobody side, I just wonder a few things. First I think it was brave of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Anwar&lt;/span&gt; Ibrahim to face the whole Malaysia where he is supposed to surrender himself to police. Second, he delivered his debates with all facts and figures while the other person was not. I mean why he kept on emphasizing on how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anwar&lt;/span&gt; ruled before, how that time was and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; on the irrelevant things? Did he even know what was the topic of the debate all about? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Anwar&lt;/span&gt; could give the facts and figures on why, how, what should we do to prevent further / supposed not to increase the oil price. Why government subsidize? That particular Minister kept on telling all the audience that this is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Anwar's&lt;/span&gt; era. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! He didn't know what to say actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When I watched the debate halfway, I pitied the other guy. Where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Anwar&lt;/span&gt; can stand up straight and full of confident talking about economy, he on the other side only talked about politics. He was seen not-so-up-to-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Anwar&lt;/span&gt;-level. I mean how could you put someone in a debate not on the same background? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Anwar&lt;/span&gt; was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;TPM&lt;/span&gt; and Financial Minister whereas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Datuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Saberi&lt;/span&gt; just been appointed as Minister. He doesn't even have enough experience as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Anwar's&lt;/span&gt;. And yes, in my opinion, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Anwar&lt;/span&gt; looked intelligent. The way he talked, the he explained and the way he brought himself up. Good for you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Anwar&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;As for you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Datuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Saberi&lt;/span&gt;, I am sorry to say that I am so disappointed you have made yourself available on behalf of Malaysian Government for this debate. You are so below my expectation or perhaps some others on your arguments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;By the way, on previous N3, on the road blocks and massive jam... I wonder did the police do that kind of road blocks when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Sharlinie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Nurin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Jazlin&lt;/span&gt; and some other kids been reported missing? Think about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;~sigh~&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/1053359941570562744-2155061302597823326?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/2155061302597823326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=2155061302597823326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/2155061302597823326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/2155061302597823326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/07/much-talked-debate.html' title='Much Talked Debate'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-5161417515151578672</id><published>2008-07-14T16:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:12:45.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ridiculous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='massive jam'/><title type='text'>Such Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is today's event...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;7.45am - 8.15am : Moving from before Batu Tiga toll to reach to Batu Tiga Toll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;8.15am - 8.40am : Moving from after Batu Tiga toll to come to Subang Jaya exit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;8.40am - 8.45am : Grinning because road was clear till....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;8.45am - 9.00am : Stop grinning &amp;amp; start yelling because traffic from Subang to Sunway is not moving but not as bad as Federal Highway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;9.10am - 9.30am : Having breakfast @ Restoran Jaring... Sedap jugak nasi kerabu dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;9.47am : At last! Sampai opis.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Why all these happen? Because there were roadblocks everywhere they think it is necessary to have roadblocks. Federal Highway was totally stand still. My sister from Shah Alam as well, move from Batu Tiga toll to nearby exit to old airport, took one &amp;amp; half hour. Ridiculous. Wasted everybody's time!&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/1053359941570562744-5161417515151578672?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/5161417515151578672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=5161417515151578672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/5161417515151578672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/5161417515151578672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/07/such-morning.html' title='Such Morning'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-1086626779057037957</id><published>2008-07-01T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T12:55:12.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burfdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yesterday I had to take emergency leave. Thanks to Amalin's teacher for giving out the letter to get the report card on Friday, 27th June 2008. And my princess who was so obsessed with her pressie (they had a burfday party at school dat day and i ordered 30 cupcakes for her), has given me the letter on Sunday nite at exactly at 9pm. And actually my mom highlighthed it to me and I asked her why she hasn't given me the letter earlier. And her answer? Surat? Surat apa Mummy? I mentioned which letter and she said... ooooo entah.. Tension!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And this is my conversation with Amalin after I came back from work on last Friday. I was feeling excited to ask her on the cakes. I have no chance of looking at the cake as the cakes were delivered directly to her school. Thanks Kak Mas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me : Amalin, suka tak kek yg mummy belikan tu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amalin : Suka tapi kecik sangat la mummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me : Ye ke... Cantik tak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amalin : Cantik, tapi kecik la mummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me : hmm.. Amalin makan tak kek tu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amalin : Tak... Amalin makan love dia je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me : Kenapa tak makan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amalin : Tak sedap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me : Ye ke? Mummy makan dulu okay je. Kawan2 Amalin makan tak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amalin : Makan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me : Kek tu ada lebih? (Kak Mas mentioned to me, she will bake extra for me and will tell Amalin to bring the cake back for me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amalin : Ada. Tapi Amalin tak bawak balik. Teacher ambik, Abg Zul (the van driver) ambik. Amalin malas nak bawak balik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me : La.. mummy nak tengok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amalin : Ye ke?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me : (Senyum je la... Sabo je ngan budak ni.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then I went upstairs for Maghrib &amp;amp; Isyak prayer. Then I came down, she was still mentioning about the cakes she has given to her teachers and Abg Zul...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And since I cannot eat the cupcakes, I decided to bake a cake on my EL. So decided to bake a choc cake. I always feel less stressed when I have successfully bake a cake. Such satisfying feeling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-1086626779057037957?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1086626779057037957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=1086626779057037957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1086626779057037957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1086626779057037957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/07/burfdays.html' title='Burfdays'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-5279255793305572390</id><published>2008-06-27T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:33:51.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;For today's lunch, we (me, Aileen, Isma, Era &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://applepie80.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;) went to Madam Kwan @ Pavillion. It is another conjunction burfday treat since the last and happening we gave a surprise burfday party to Gurmit &amp;amp; Isma last Monday (23rd June, 2008) @ Chilli's @ KLCC. To see the picture? Click here &lt;a href="http://applepie80.blogspot.com/2008/06/seplais-burfday-party.html"&gt;http://applepie80.blogspot.com/2008/06/seplais-burfday-party.html&lt;/a&gt;. Tima kasih ye Cik Apple untuk gambar2 dan posting tu. He he he.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's event, I had Char Keuy Teow and they all had Nasi Bujori. And I cannot finish the kuey teow sebab kenyang sesangat. Sebelum share makan otak2 and we ordered 2 servings. For drink I had ABC or like Era said, Air Batu Jagung. I specially request for the sweet corn only. I dun like other thingy ppl always put in the ABC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After that, Aileen kept on nagging that she wanted to buy J&amp;amp;Co. So we agreed. But first I need to get my wajib things first whenever I go to Pavi. I bought 3 Chicken Floss (2 for Mr H, 1 for me), and other 2 types of buns for ppl @ home. Also a piece of marble cake for Amalia. All from Bread Talk. Then since Isma &amp;amp; Aileen were still quieing of the long queue, I headed to Beard Papa's for scrumpilicious Vanilla filling cream puff. Oh... lovely. How do we make the dough that crunchy? Yummy yum....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And both of them were still in the queue. So, Apple, Era &amp;amp; me have a seat @ the shop while looking around for something interesting to talk on. Then came this lady with not so matching dressing. Earring out, shoe out, pants out and shirt also out. Face? Boley la.... But since she is so "perasan lawa" I will she is not. I wish I could put a picture of her here for you to judge but no I can't. It is not nice to jatuhkan maruah orang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sekali tengok jam dah pukul 2 daaa... And we are already late. We came out from office at 12.30pm and we are supposed to have 1 hour lunch break only. Opppsssiiiieee...... So after the business transaction at J&amp;amp;Co done, we were rushing to the parking lot and to get back to the office before the big boss do. And guess what? Aileen asked Isma to drop her @ Kak Rini's van to get cincau drink which she made Kak Rini do it. Then, we settled @ office at 2.30pm! And boss yet to come in. Legaaaaaaaa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the heavy and satisfying lunch, Isma offered to have her Glazzy donut. Half-half. Okay la.. Can do la... Memang dah kenyang sesangat dah sebenarnya. Tapi macam tak leh resist pulak bila tengok donut yg so soft skin tu.... Cair hati saya dibuatnya... Macam dia ada tagline, "Eat me, eat me, come on...." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So sekarang ni, sesambil tunggu Mr H, kite update la blog ni.. Panjang umur, Mr H dah sampai. So have a nice weekend people!!!!&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/1053359941570562744-5279255793305572390?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/5279255793305572390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=5279255793305572390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/5279255793305572390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/5279255793305572390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-many-things.html' title='So Many Things'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-5323901601111438659</id><published>2008-06-26T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:06:59.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>36 Soalan</title><content type='html'>1. Happy?&lt;br /&gt; - Not really. Why? Still lurking for something new to do. He he he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When was the last time you went out?&lt;br /&gt; - Just now for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last movie you saw? (bukan watch ke?)&lt;br /&gt; - Kung Fu Panda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The last place you went?&lt;br /&gt; - Mc'D Desa Pandan for a sundae treat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Missing someone?&lt;br /&gt; - Nope, not really. All my loved is within reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What made you smile today?&lt;br /&gt; - Cannot recall. So many things happen or perhaps when Aileen planned to scream to Isma because Isma has forgotten to buy her nasi lemak kerang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you scared to fall in love?&lt;br /&gt; - Nope. Otherwise I dun have any kids by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever thought you were in love?&lt;br /&gt; - Of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your status right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Married to Mr Right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt; - Sorry, to deep involving with Mr Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.... Syok giler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What were you doing this morningat 7 am?&lt;br /&gt; - Trying to get Mr H to get up from the bed. (everyday routine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What were you doing this morning at 10 am?&lt;br /&gt; - Update notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Name a country you want to visit rite now?&lt;br /&gt;- Greece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt; - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt; - Sundae Cone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt; - I swear (he he he.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you have a nick name?&lt;br /&gt; - Everyone call me Lila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. One thing you do everyday?&lt;br /&gt; - Eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you a type of person who easily gets hurt?&lt;br /&gt; - Depends on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The last thing you said to one of your friends?&lt;br /&gt; - Email counts? "Citer apa yek kat Emy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Rate your day 1-10.&lt;br /&gt; - Today? Emmmm...... Considered 1 the least ek... 4 je la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Did anything exciting happen today?&lt;br /&gt; - A stupid lady parked her car behind Aileen's and went came to move her car, she didn't even look at us and pretending talking on the phone. In fact, someone else need to move his car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Type something that is on your mind?&lt;br /&gt; - Bila nak dapat keje len ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How many things in your past do you regret?&lt;br /&gt; - Hmm... for me, none, everything happen due to some reasons for us to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt; - Yup.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt; - Dah terlebey grow pun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Ppl talking and I dunno this song title.. so wuteva.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-5323901601111438659?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/5323901601111438659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=5323901601111438659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/5323901601111438659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/5323901601111438659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/06/36-soalan.html' title='36 Soalan'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-1836520854769723353</id><published>2008-06-18T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T17:19:20.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hu hu hu hu huwaaaaaaaaaaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Early in the morning while I was opening the gate, my neighbour gave me this remark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;N : Eh Lila! You pregnant lagi ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Me : (Smiling but with sadness). Tak la... Senang hati sekarang ni... Makan banyak. (Padahal tak senang hati pun makan banyak jugak).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;N : Oh ye ke..... Okay, pergi dulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Me : Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Dalam hati, alamak, perut aku dah buncit gilos ni.... Tapi tak nak diet. Macam mana ek? Ah... lantaklah. Perut aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;But the truth, I keep on thinking that I was sad about that remark and thinking how to overcome the problem. Hmmm.... Sedih beb! Apa2 aaaaa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I have to drive today to work with Mr H beside me, sleeping which come together with snoring! He slept all the from my home to my office. He came back very late last nite with a session with his brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Alright, today I'm going back with my fren E.&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/1053359941570562744-1836520854769723353?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1836520854769723353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=1836520854769723353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1836520854769723353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1836520854769723353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/06/hu-hu-hu-hu-huwaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='Hu hu hu hu huwaaaaaaaaaaaa'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-6212304998623883892</id><published>2008-06-16T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:23:45.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting Is Such A Misery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These are the definition that I found @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.thefreedictionary.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;; refer below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;a. The state of suffering and want as a result of physical circumstances or extreme poverty.&lt;br /&gt;b. Mental or emotional unhappiness or distress: "Our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions, and not on our circumstances" Martha Washington.&lt;br /&gt;2. A cause or source of suffering.&lt;br /&gt;3. Informal A physical ache or ailment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So in my case I guess 1b. Yes, I am still waiting for the result. That is why I'm in misery. I just cannot wait so long for something I want. Oh my..... please give me some answers. I just want to end this feeling right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And I cannot find the right words to blab here because of this misery. Which also has caused me being less creative than usual in my normal state. Oh help me please............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hopefully will get to know about it tomorrow... Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee pray for me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-6212304998623883892?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/6212304998623883892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=6212304998623883892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/6212304998623883892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/6212304998623883892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/06/waiting-is-such-misery.html' title='Waiting Is Such A Misery'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-6965259241565064650</id><published>2008-06-10T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T18:19:26.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored In the month of June</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As you can see from my topic above, that is what happening to me today. I feel damn bored with my work. Yup! I keep realizing that I don't really have passion in teaching as my primary task. But what can I do? I dun have any option though. Life must go on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmm... what shall I write today? I what shall I babbling about? I dun really have the mood to do anything. I was surfing for few websites for my skin care. And I cannot / dunno which one to use. Current I'm using a Z product which I think has made my skin a bit dry at my cheeks. Or may be it's the aircond? But normally it's dry during night time even though I have splashed moisturizers. Oh my.. what shall I choose? Anyone can suggest anything that is affordable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alright. I'm gonna sign off. But actually there is a craving to have Baskin Robbins and J&amp;amp;Co or Big Apple.... Now... how am I supposed to get these two? Hmmmmmm.......... Would Mr H stop somewhere to buy it for me? Nah... Not in a million years. Oh my... the craving right now.. I just cannot stop thinking about it! Yummy yum!&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/1053359941570562744-6965259241565064650?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/6965259241565064650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=6965259241565064650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/6965259241565064650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/6965259241565064650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/06/bored-in-month-of-june.html' title='Bored In the month of June'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-1790763430465104238</id><published>2008-06-09T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:35:47.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Much Awaited Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;J : Hello? Is that Farzilawati Ab Hadi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me : Yes (with much anticipating attitude as I am waiting for this one particular call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;J : Oh hi. I want to invite you for an interview with us on this coming ____, at _____.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me : Ok. I'll be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;J : Great, great. So see you on _______.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me : Sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;J : Ok, bye....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me : Bye... (with a huge grin on my face I guess. No one can confirmed on this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So after I hang up, I rushed to tell IE. I actually forced her to hang up the phone, she was talking to her husband and she hold him that I just behave like Adam. He he he... too bad. I am too excited not to tell her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That was afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This morning, while we were on the way to office, Mr H was blabbing how beautiful are the clouds. He mentioned this kind of clouds are loved by fishermen and those who wants to go fishing. They believe this kind of cloud will make the fishy surface at the water. The logic: it is such a lovely wheather, cooling and "teduh". Entah ye entah tidak. So as usual, I keep quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then after we passed the first toll, Mr H again mentioned how beautiful the clouds are. This time with so much anticipation, I look at it and stare. Oh yes! It is beautiful! How come I never view the clouds as Mr H? With a bit of the sunshine ray... I just couldn't describe it. It's just beautiful. All this while, I am much a water person than a sky person. I prefer to watch the water then above. Yes, I like water so much. It makes me feel so calm and peaceful. Last time when I was in my hometown, whenever I'm feeling blue or stressed, I will drove to nearest beach. Just to have a look at the water and hear the sound of waves... made me less stressed and at ease. Such a beutiful feeling. But this cannot be done in KL/Shah Alam. **Sigh****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We brought the big kids to watch KungFu Panda last Saturday. I recommend for any of you who hasn't watch, to watch it. Such an entertaining movie. I like the part when Po climb the stairs! Go watch it! If I described it here, I won't be a big laugh!&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/1053359941570562744-1790763430465104238?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1790763430465104238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=1790763430465104238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1790763430465104238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1790763430465104238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/06/much-awaited-call.html' title='A Much Awaited Call'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-8721419419245743537</id><published>2008-06-02T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T15:59:14.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Eventful Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why the above topic? I need to summarize the whole week events. Let me see... where do I start. Okay, lets start on 22nd May 2008. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me : Is, where are we going for lunch today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is : We want to go to Low Yatt... (with such a meaningful smile on her face)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me : Low Yatt? What the hell for? (tak penah2 gi lunch kat Low Yatt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is : Tak... macam ni, A jumpa this coupon of Big Apple that gives 6 pcs doughnuts for free. Sebab hari ni first day dia orang bukak kat sana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me : Habis tu berangan la nak dapat doughnut free? Ko ingat Aileen sorang je la yg nampak coupon tu? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is : Mungkin.. sebab coupon tu kecik je.. ada ngan IE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me : Ye la tu... Tapi kalau panjang, jgn teruskan angan2 ye..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is : Okay....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So when we reached Low Yatt Plaza, the queue was not that long. Maksudnya bearable la kalau nak beratur tu... So we were trying our luck then. Sampai kat counter, IE dgn gigihnya tunjukkan kupon tu. Dan dengan gigih dan gemilang orang over the counter tu gelengkan kepala.. He he he... dah agak dah.... Tapi proceed je la beli the donuts. I bought 12 pcs, IE bought 6 pcs and Is bought 12 pcs. And we were happy. For main lunch, me &amp;amp; Is had Mc'D and IE with her Nando's..... She and Nando's I tell you, like belangkas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, enuf story for that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, on Friday, 23rd May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Mr H were happy coz we were going back home quite early. I told Mr H to go to Big G for Amalia's milk. He agreed. Suddenly, when we reached the S**h *la* rounabout, our car cannot move! There was a loud 'bang' sound. We thought someone has hitted us. But no... much worse. Our drive shaft came out from its' place. OMG... So we kinda stucked there for 30-45 mins waiting for help to come. Mr H planned to use the extra money he had that day to buy Dockers and a shoe... So the winner goes to the car. Poor Mr H. The mechanic told us the car will be ready by Sunday and he will drop the car at our house since Mr H will be in Melaka. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During weekends, I have nothing much to do. I taught Amani few things, asked Amalin to do her homework and I have a headache. I changed the bedsheet and washed the toilet. Mr H reached home at 1.10am because my brother in law wanted to go back late - to avoid the unnecessary jam. Wuteva...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So that's all for last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-8721419419245743537?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/8721419419245743537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=8721419419245743537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/8721419419245743537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/8721419419245743537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/06/eventful-week.html' title='An Eventful Week'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-1315428871841464139</id><published>2008-05-27T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T16:17:11.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last nite, Mr H told me that we are going to Malacca again this coming weekend because of another cousin of him is getting married. I was quiet because I was coughing and also suddenly feeling all drained out. But I was thinking about the fund on going to Malacca. Cukup ke tak duit? Rasa cam tak cukup. Oh well, the energy is not there for me to argue on that matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I tried to get some sleeps as I was so very tired. But couldn't. So until I reached home, I took my bath, pray and get ready to bring my youngest daughter to clinic for her compulsory immunization. Which supposedly done 2 months back! Sorry doc... My daughter keep on having fever and running nose. So last night was the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Before we went to the clinic, Mr H wanted to have dinner first because he hasn't eaten anything since breakfast. He said nobody at the showroom. I bought him a piece of cake when he came to pick me up. SO while waiting for the food to be served, he told my mom that we are going to Malacca on Saturday and back to KL on Sunday (we normally bring my mom &amp;amp; my grandma along). But my mom straight away told him she is not going as she has a dentist appointment on Sunday. So my mom brought up the subject why still going to Malacca when we are kinda short of fund (my mom always know we are in short). He told my mom that he'll find it. So I told him that I don't have any extra to support him. And I dun wanna use my cards. I was being harsh I guess so he was angry. And he told me to go to clinic by myself. To tell you the truth, being a stubborn girl since small, I want really to do that. But since I get married, that is impossible without having another row. So I just kept quiet, make my baby ready and waited Mr H finished watching the news and we go. So all the way to and back from clinic, we were both quiet. I know I should have say sorry but he needs to know I really dun wanna use my cards. I have just settled it and promise myself I dun wanna use it unless have to. Itu pun dah amounting again to RM5k. Oh my...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On our way to office this morning as well, we were not talking. I know it's bad. But I just dunno wat to say anymore. Last month I have extra because of my accrued increment. But we have spent it to the trip to Malacca as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, I guess I leave it be whatever it gonna be... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mr H, I am sorry for being harsh but I need to express my thoughts as well.&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/1053359941570562744-1315428871841464139?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1315428871841464139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=1315428871841464139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1315428871841464139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1315428871841464139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/05/about-money.html' title='About Money'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-1061649314501460764</id><published>2008-05-26T17:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:59:51.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Talk With Mr H Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Last Friday after work (Mr H picked me up around 7.30pm) we decided to go and lepak somewhere first since the road is totally jammed. And while we were deciding which shop to go lepak, he got a call from his friend to come and pick the beras. Yes... we import the beras from Kelantan. Beras Siam sedap wooo... So they decided to meet at TTDI since the road to go there was much clearer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So we lepak at a Santai Restaurant. Quite a number of patrons there. The menu is Thai food. So you need not me to elaborate further on the menu. His friends oredered only drinks and we also ordered drinks only. Takkan nak lebih sudu dari kuah kan (betul kan?). So berborak la kami. Then, his friends noticed that we don't order any food. He asked us to order and he told us he just had his dinner half an hour before we met. The reason we don't order actually we were thinking on the food cooked by my mom. Nanti tak makan, mengamuk la pulak nasi &amp;amp; lauk tak habis. So Mr H called his mother in law (my mom, remember?) to tell her that we were not going to have dinner at home. My mom told him, "Lantaklah korang." Yes, my mom can speak that kind of language with my Mr H. Very d sempoi. Oh yes! I ordered nasi putih with kerabu mangga (dah bosan dah tengok senarai lauk2 lain) and Mr H ordered the usual.. nasi goreng with daging merah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So sambil2 makan tu, his friend, I named him Mr L. He said he was in the same school as Mr H when they were in primary. He said, among their friends, Mr H is very naughty. It is surprising what they can see in Mr H now. They believe Mr H won't turned out to be a man. A responsible man I mean. They cannot believe the changes he has achieved. And I told him, they didn't know the feelings and emotions involved to see that change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The frustration, the anger, happy, sad, etc to see that changes. I need to be brave in everything. He told me I was right. As a woman who needs to be with a brave man shall be brave as well. He told me he once witnessed the incident where Mr H had a row with an Ustaz at the school when they were in Standard 6. Kaw kaw punye gaduh. Bertumbuk, sepak terajang complete set. I told him, since I knew him, I'm not surprised at all. I don't think he told me this story by emphasizing te gaduh was very teruk. Hmmm.. he left out important details! Anyway, there were a lot of things that he had done that I think he shouldn't do. Which I don't want to list here. Saper yg tahu, dia tahu la. Kesian Mr H. Despite mulut nya agak kurang ajar bila marah, hati dia baik. And he can mix around with anybody without any difficulties. My friends, my family, my relatives, and everyone. Almaklumlah... "selesaman".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, Mr H, past is past and history doesn't need to be re-live. We just need to keep on change for a better person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-1061649314501460764?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1061649314501460764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=1061649314501460764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1061649314501460764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1061649314501460764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/05/talk-with-mr-h-friend.html' title='A Talk With Mr H Friend'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-1862668666897693685</id><published>2008-05-23T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T18:41:15.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When everybody else busy and happy that MU has won, well it doesn't give me any impact, so I don't give any thought. It's just that everyone was talking about it. Or at least mentioning it. Yes, I am a typical woman who doesn't like football/soccer but I used to play futsal last time wif my friends. Just for fun. And I think until now I dun really know about the game rules. Sigh... do I nid to bother wif that? Tak payah aa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, those who has read my previous N3, please dun get mad at me coz' I scold Mr H. I was angry &amp;amp; hungry at that point of time so that's y the N3 was harsh. Harsh ke? Perhaps rude. Case closed. But if u r wondering wat happened when he picked me up. Well, nothing interesting. I just kept quiet and he asked me where would I like to have lunch. I decided to have Katong Laksa @ Pak Li Kopitiam @ Section 7, Shah Alam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I had a guess from Kelantan that nite. A relative, actually my grandmother's sister in law. They haven't met for quite long time so she wanted to have few chat session wif my grandma. &lt;/span&gt;She taught me to do roti bun &amp;amp; also cakoi. For those who want to know the recipe, kindly contact me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One thing about living together wif mom / grandma, there always relative come and visit your home. I kinda of like it. But please, if you have more than 3 children, please think before you want to sleep at my house. I had enuf family members in my home to make it havoc. Let me tell you, during weekends and school holiday, my sista will bring in her children to my home. And she has 6 of them. God bless her. I have 3. So altogether there are 9 kiddos. God bless us! And there will be Mr H, me, my mom, my grandma and the sista. OMG! That is how much? More or less 14! My sista normally will only be at my home for weekends. And this season... emm... I kinda of not like it so much. Sometimes I do feel very very tired after a day long at office and when I go home... like my uncle told me, since when bukak nursery? Uggghhhhhhh.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And today, I have completed my training for the first batch. Hopefully, they do understand what I have taught them.. Kiddos... bilo korang dah dihantar ke floor, kalau cakap kak Lila tak ajar, siap korang!!!!! However, I dun really have job satisfaction. Macam something missing. Tapi task before this ada ke job satisfaction? I dun really know. Tu yg payah tu. Macam something incomplete and I cannot identify what it is or what they are. Tell me people, advice me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I'm signing of for this N3. I have a lot of thing to do but just feeling a bit lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sayonara. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-1862668666897693685?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1862668666897693685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=1862668666897693685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1862668666897693685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1862668666897693685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-my.html' title='Oh My...'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-8838223977561553535</id><published>2008-05-17T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T17:16:43.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BODOH NAK MAMPUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I need to come to office today. Loads of work to do. Manage to have sandwich for breakfast and Mr H drop me at my office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;At 1.40pm I smsed him to say that I'm hungry and he replied he's hungry as well. So he PROMISED me to come at 3.00pm to pick me up and go for lunch. At 2.54pm I called him and he told me to wait for a while as there was some works he needed to do. Okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;At 4pm something, he smsed he to tell me this, "I makan kat KANA ngan Zam". So I called him there and then to get the truth. Yes, the SELFISH Mr H has already ate. I slam the phone down and thinking what to do next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So happen, he called at 5.00pm with tone to joke and asked:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr H : Marah ke?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : So selfish. Promises always broken. Kenapa tak leh tunggu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr H : I lapar giler.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : Habis tu I ni apa? Kenyang giler?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr H : Ala.. tadi Melvin ajak makan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Melvin is the big boss. Tapi nampak sangat tipu kan? Tadi kata pegi makan ngan Zam)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : Habis tu tak leh nak minum air je? Asal dapat makanan lupa terus kat bini.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr H : Ni nak balik kul brapa ni?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : Slam down the phone again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tak nak balik langsung boleh tak? Bosan la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mr H if u r reading this.... &lt;strong&gt;YOU MEMANG TAK BOLEH DIPERCAYAI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-8838223977561553535?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/8838223977561553535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=8838223977561553535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/8838223977561553535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/8838223977561553535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/05/bodoh-nak-mampus.html' title='BODOH NAK MAMPUS'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-4208440898903722187</id><published>2008-05-16T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:41:38.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr H'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cari barang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marah'/><title type='text'>Bila Cari Barang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning when we were on our way to work, Mr H was suddenly panicking trying to find a bank slip which he has put it at his side of sunshade. And he couldn't find it. So he was cursing like a mad cow and shitting me about it. He was like making some assumption that I took it! What the heck............................ So I started defending myself and told him, the last time I saw the slip was yesterday evening when he put it there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And with his mouth full of foul words, he started asking what did Amani do when she entered the car this morning. And I started boiling also and I told him she do nothing and then he started yelling stating that he did not accuse she played, only asked what she did! So I decided to keep quiet coz' I don't want to spoil my mood even though it has been spoilt. And I am positively confident the slip is somewhere inside the car. It just that it has fell down somewhere near his seat I guess. I am 100% confident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He kept on looking for it while driving and also yelling that he cannot take my uncle road tax if the slip is not found. I kept quiet again. Then he asked me to call Mak to ask whether any paper, yellow in colour fell at our gate. So I called and my mom said nothing at the gate. Yelling, finding, yelling, finding, yelling, finding, yelling until we reached the NPE highway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh! Did I tell u I try to search for that slip as well and I get scolded????!!!!!! So I stopped looking for it and start mumbling &amp;amp; bubbling inside. And at last! Mr H found the slip and yes, it has fell down besides his seat!!!!!!!!!!! And mulut ni kan macam ringan je nak cakap, "Lain kali cari betul2 sebelum maki orang tak tentu pasal!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But seriously, Mr H, kalau bab cari barang memang giler2 fail. Lepas sekali cari tak jumpa dah nak start maki orang. Menyampah sungguh. And this attitude dah diwariskan kepada anak kedua kami - Amalin. Sungguh tidak tahu dah nak kata apa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I kept quiet for the whole journey because I am still marah for what Mr H did. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-4208440898903722187?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/4208440898903722187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=4208440898903722187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/4208440898903722187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/4208440898903722187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/05/bila-cari-barang.html' title='Bila Cari Barang'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-5238022075554387794</id><published>2008-05-14T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T18:33:33.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Task</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today is my 2nd day of my new job. Liking so far? Hmmm... just okay la... Actually teaching is never been my priority. Not that I hate it. Just so-so. Today it is supposed to be my 3rd day already but I was on my MC last Monday due to my dental treatment. I had a toothache last Friday after work. I tried to ignore but the pain just growing, like we put some good fertilizer. OMG!!! It hurted so much so I asked Mr H to ask for pain killers from my mom and unfortunately, she has none. OMG again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I asked or rather demanded Mr H to go to clinic and asked him to take some med for me. He asked this very question, "Macam mana nak ambik ubat kalau u tak pegi?" Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tension nya.... Nak boleh ke pegi tu, I tell u... very the long time taken... Before he went out to clinic, I heard him asked my mom, "Boleh ke amek ubat kalau Lila tak pegi?". I cannot hear what my mom told him. But at last, he went. After I took then pain killer, baru la the pain subsided... lega la sekejap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next morning, I went to dentist instead of original plan to take my baby for her regular check-up and injection. Actually I am very scared to see a dentist for the first time. This happen kalau tak penah jumpa dentist tu sebelum ni. But since dah sakit sangat, tekad je la. So bila dentist tu dah buat treatment, baru la lega even though she told me the pain might linger for 2-3 days. Okay, better than nothing. Then she told me I have to come back for root canal treatment. What is that? So next appointment is Monday.. OO.. I was thinking. That would be my first day training the new staffs. So nak tak nak, terpaksa la MC for that Monday. By the way, the dentists were good. Lega lagi sekali. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So for my class, I tried to give my best to them. With all my experiences since working here, I try my best to give them whatever I've learnt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My expectation, they will do well once they are deployed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-5238022075554387794?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/5238022075554387794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=5238022075554387794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/5238022075554387794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/5238022075554387794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-task.html' title='New Task'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-6400419544544904269</id><published>2008-05-02T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:50:28.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hari pekerja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peria'/><title type='text'>Labour Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mom suggested we went out for lunch as it is labour day and no one shall do any work.. :) We all agreed and headed to IKEA after Zohor prayer. That's about 2pm and went to pick my sista at her place as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The road headed to Bandar Utama and sewaktu dengannya was jammed. It's normal. But Mr H dengan gigihnya drove his car to IKEA without single sumpah seranah... wa cakap lu.... Ingat dia sesaje rajin nak ke area tu ke? Ada muslihat kat sini... Nak gi amek PDA dia yg sudah disiap baiki!!!!!! Harus la akak yg tukang "advance" sebab akak dah dapat ongkos.... Masuk buku 555. Volume berapa dah lost track. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So we managed to go a few rounds inside the parking lot as Mr H wanted somewhere near the entrance.. Duuuh... And when with him, miracles do happen... The guard asked us to park very near the entrance... Senyum lebar giler Mr H. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since dah nearly 3pm, paksa Mr H gi makan dulu sebelum all my children get very cranky. So he suggested Kluang Station. Everyone agreed. Me &amp;amp; Mom had Nasi Ayam Merah, Amalin Kulang Station Laksa, Sista Chicken Chop, Amani Nasi Lemak, Tok &amp;amp; Mr H Nasi Goreng (normal menu for Mr H wherever he went). Amalia.. anything ppl suapkan. And also roti bakar 2 sets for everyone. Since the kaya is nice, bought one pack for home use. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lepas makan, dia pun cakap, ha.. kedai tepon tu kat sebelah ni je. Patut la ajak makan kat Kluang Station. Ceh..... Cost RM150.00 and bought a SD card 1gb for RM30.00. Lepas tu senyum lebar lagi. Turun bawah balik and made my credit card suicide at Brands Outlet. Bought few baju for Amalia and few for Amani &amp;amp; Amalin. Cost about RM164.00... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then vowed, no more shopping even though still eyeing and thinking about MPH Warehouse Sale! Damn!!!!! Mom requested Mr H to accompany the little kids to Smalland and tok as well. So he had to agree! Mom promised him we won't be long in the IKEA. Can we be trusted? Of course. We don't want to get Mr H cranky. So we headed to the first floor, manage to grab soft toy for Amalia and headed straight to kitchen's part. Mom get kichen scissors, pan, spatula and scrape. Also wall clock. Just when we headed to the Cashier, Mr H called to inform Amalin cried and wanted to get out from the Smalland. So we hurried up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we wanted to leave, Amani was in raged as she was not satisfied playing. She insisted to go to the inflatable play area between the entrance Ikano and IKEA. So I had to carry her into the lift and again into the car. Everyone's watching... Urgghhh she is so heavy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Managed to get her inside the car. But she choose to sit between me and Mr H. We owned a Waja so, she sat on the handrest cum box in the middle between driver and co-pilot seat! All the way from IKEA to Shah Alam. Mr H tried to scare her by making emergency breaks but she just ignored it or she seemed enjoying it. She was smiling in fact. Hancus....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila dah sampai rumah, Amalin mintak masakkan Maggi pulak. I promised her earlier actually. She wanted it for breakfast but I asked her to eat Lempeng Nyiur my mom has cooked. So dia menuntut janji. So for dinner, Mr H and kids makan Maggi. Saya pulak, a day earlier, I bought peria. Rasa nak makan peria goreng sambal. So ingat nak masak for lunch, tapi lunch makan kat luar. Makan Maggi sikit tapi rasa tak puas hati sebab teringat kat peria tu. So dengan gigihnya jugak, saya sediakan bahan2 utk masak peria and masak nasi. Dalam 9.45pm baru sudah semua sekali. Dan amat la berpeluhnya, rehat jap pas tu mandi. Lepas tu baru makan nasi ngan peria tu. Sedap beb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, itu la episode hidup saya semalam.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-6400419544544904269?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/6400419544544904269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=6400419544544904269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/6400419544544904269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/6400419544544904269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/05/labour-day.html' title='Labour Day'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-28787529497933487</id><published>2008-04-29T17:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T17:43:03.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Mix Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For the past few days / weeks, there were quite a number of event I've attended. Well, 1 event and few others are things I need to settle long time ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I took leave on 24th April, 2008 just to get everything done for my 2nd child school registration. Rupanya banyak benda nak kena buat, not only filling up the form. They need the parents pay slip, copy of electric/water bill or S&amp;amp;P / rental agreement, Original birth cert, copy birth cert, envelope with own add and 50 sen stamp. Lepas tu borang tu nak kena Pengesahan Majikan... Since I was so free and easy that day, me &amp;amp; Mr H sanggup pergi KL semata2 nak amek slip gaji &amp;amp; cop dari Boss I, Puan A. Tapi sebelum tu, banyak aktiviti kite orang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First, we all went to Section 25, Shah Alam to replace the car tyres. It seemed that all the four need to be replaced. So since Mr H wanted to mend the rims as well, so we get a set of rims to use for a while. On the way to Section 25, I actually saw signs "Metrojaya Warehouse" Sale. So since tomorrow we are going to Melaka for a wedding and no pressie yet for the brides, Mr H suggested to go there (very rare opportunity). Mr H normally hates crowded places. I just agree... So we get few things there, bedsheet for the brides, bedsheets for me, clothes for the kids and I guess that's all. And we haven't had our lunch yet. By the time we finished paying, it's almost 3.30pm. So dammnnnnn hunggyrrryyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that we headed to KL to see Puan A. After she signed up, we went back to Shah Alam because we promised my mom to go to a relative house in Puchong. But first we have to go pick up the car from the tyre shop. They were so meticulous in doing their job so they don't give us the car until they are satisfied with the condition. At last the car was ready at 8.15pm. And we were the last car. We make a move to Puchong about 8.45pm and we went back around 10.30pm. So tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Friday, 25th, went out at 10.30am and went back to the school to return the form and all the documents. Obviously my daughter registration was late so I dunno whether she's going to get that school or not. Just pray. Then headed to KL to see my parents in law who stayed at my brother's in law house. They brought "Nasi Tumpang" from KB and it was tasteful. Sorry I didn't take the picca because I left it at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At 5.00pm, we drove to Melaka. Arrived at 7.00pm and straight to the bride's home. Everybody was busy preparing for the majlis akad nikah for that nite and we took some bite there and went to my uncle's house in Tmn Tasik Utama. Quite adventure to find the house though. First, we don't receive proper instruction from Mr G. Then the house no was so small... we need to count the house from beginning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next day, we went visiting Mr H's uncle and aunties. We had lunch at one of the aunty's house. And the day was so hot, we decided to lepak at my uncle's house until late evening when we went out for dinner. We went to Umbai for ikan bakar session. It's such a pity I cannot make u all tempted for the ikan bakar and other seafood as I have forgotten the camera!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Sunday, 27th, we went to the reception from 12.00pm till 4.00pm. It was a grand one for menyambut menantu session. Since Sultan Perlis is their cousin, so the event was quite formal. Everyone was so lega when His Majesty and Queen went back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And we went back to KL that evening. Stop by at Putrajaya to give back the house keys to my aunty. She also fed us dinner before we went back. Thank u so much....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-28787529497933487?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/28787529497933487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=28787529497933487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/28787529497933487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/28787529497933487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/04/mix-event.html' title='Mix Event'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-3902609516619639694</id><published>2008-04-16T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T09:38:47.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 perkara pertama kali dlm idup Lila</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by applepie. So here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Berjauhan ngan parents and berdikari&lt;/strong&gt; - This happen masa Form 1. Dapat offer masuk to one of boarding schools in Malaysia. Happy giler to tell the truth. Anyway, saya yg memaksa arwah bapak to appeal to Kementerian Pendidikan to get into the boarding school. The only junior kat dalam dorm tu yg tak homesick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Bersalin anak pertama&lt;/strong&gt; - Tak de idea langsung bahawasanya rasa sengal kat perut tu sebenarnya tanda nak bersalin. Sebab due date jauh lagi lebih kurang 3 minggu. Bila pergi jumpa bidan kat Klinik Kesihatan, dia kata jalan dah bukak 8cm.. So rush to hospital. Takut jugak tapi terpaksa tabahkan hati. The best part bila Ketua Bidan tu cakap, "Ish.. ni boleh buat pulut kuning ni.. Tak payah jahit." Yahooo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Bila dapat tahu Amani ada problem ngan hearing&lt;/strong&gt; - Cannot reply describe my feeling that time. Nak kata sedih, sedih jugak but was hoping nothing serious. Then start asking ppl around about it and I take it positively.. Bersyukur, sifat lain dia cukup. Alhamdullillah. She is a fast learner. Everything the speech therapist me to teach her, she pick it up fast. Example, speech therapist tu suruh ambik puzzle, buat sound then letak kat tempat dia. Piece per piece. Masa half lagi nak habis, dia terus ambik 2. Agaknya dia kata buat satu2 lambat sangat kot. He he he.. I pun gelak masa tu sebab tak sangka pulak to that extend dia leh pikir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Bila first time keje&lt;/strong&gt; - Mesti orang tak caya kalu I cakap first time keje kat one of consultant firms in KB, gaji masa tu is only RM400. But for the sake of experience and bosan dok umah, I keje je... Jgn memilih sangat. At last, for about 4 years I keje kat situ, the last salary I get from that firm is RM1100. That is when we decided to move out to KL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;First time kena tag&lt;/strong&gt; - Penat aa pk benda first time. Banyak benor.. Ni yg aku nak letak dalam ni..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-3902609516619639694?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/3902609516619639694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=3902609516619639694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/3902609516619639694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/3902609516619639694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/04/5-perkara-pertama-kali-dlm-idup-lila.html' title='5 perkara pertama kali dlm idup Lila'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-6210220955048767275</id><published>2008-04-16T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T17:12:32.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mimpi'/><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't usually remember my dreams. But last night dream, I can remember it quite clearly. Let see.. nothing interesting about that dreams but it relates to makan2. He he he.. Like my boss told me, Queen of Makan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There were 4 of us, I cannot remember the other though. But the other 3 are me, Emy &amp;amp; Aileen. All of us went to a very famous stall. The stall was famous for its' roti canai and air sirap. Dunno why air sirap la kan... But we were enjoying our conversation and food. Happily chatting and all. The other table, there was another group of our colleague.. cannot remember who but one of them is Poyo. What???? Poyo??? What the hell is she doing in my dream???? Anyway, all of them have finished their food when suddenly this Poyo came to our table with another plate of roti canai. We were amazed to see her sitting at our place with another plate and we couldn't help wondering why she needs to eat again. The main point is she keep on reminding us that she's on diet. So we just look at her and wonder. Yg paling kemuncaknya????.... Tak de sebab baby bangun nak susu... He he he he.... Cuma boleh bagi tau time dia je masa tu.. Dalam lebih kurang kul 1.45am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jgn mare...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-6210220955048767275?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/6210220955048767275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=6210220955048767275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/6210220955048767275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/6210220955048767275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/04/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-1467741310237573143</id><published>2008-04-10T18:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T18:39:39.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubtful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was given a chance to take up new challenge as a trainer. For the first time ever, I am doubtful on my capabilities. It was on my mind day and night for the 2 days. Can I do the job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know the expectation of me to change the culture, attitude toward work, to minimise the all the errors is very high. Even Big Boss has talked to me to be firm and a bit '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;garang&lt;/span&gt;' to them. He told me he had enough of what he is having now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, can I do it? I know I can do it but is it going to be the way they have expected or what? I guess we just can wait and see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-1467741310237573143?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1467741310237573143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=1467741310237573143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1467741310237573143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1467741310237573143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/04/doubtful.html' title='Doubtful'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-7435942459979455355</id><published>2008-04-09T18:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T17:57:26.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went a ikan bakar hour for lunch. The venue? Where else near to our office - Bellamy. We love the fishis soooooo muchhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_yfmmwPqOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4AP7JP4jMIk/s1600-h/Sibuk+dgr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187196356410714338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_yfmmwPqOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4AP7JP4jMIk/s200/Sibuk+dgr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;While eating, it seems that we cannot keep our hands at our own side. Busy attending to other people's plate as well. He he he...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_yfm2wPqPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QbhRYPe28bk/s1600-h/Sibuk+mkn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187196360705681650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_yfm2wPqPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QbhRYPe28bk/s200/Sibuk+mkn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is me and Mas after we had the ikan bakar. What u can see in this pic, Aileen's hand offering us the dessert.... cekodok pisang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_yfmWwPqMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/e32rXMjmTW4/s1600-h/Antara+Lain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187196352115747010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_yfmWwPqMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/e32rXMjmTW4/s200/Antara+Lain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_yfmmwPqNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c4b480rtZFw/s1600-h/Selepas+kenyang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187196356410714322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_yfmmwPqNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c4b480rtZFw/s200/Selepas+kenyang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These are the participants of our lunch. Aileen, Shereen (Isma's sister), me, Mas, Era &amp;amp; Isma. And not forgetting Emy who has given me the right to use the pics. She's the one who brought the camera along. Thank u so much.... Everybody were happy with a full tummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But the consequences... some of us feeling sleepy. Hint.. hint... Era fell asleep at ther cubicle! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-7435942459979455355?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/7435942459979455355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=7435942459979455355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/7435942459979455355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/7435942459979455355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-went-ikan-bakar-hour-for-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_yfmmwPqOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4AP7JP4jMIk/s72-c/Sibuk+dgr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-4137152791318974974</id><published>2008-04-08T18:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T16:54:10.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intan Era'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I celebrated more bdays for the past days. Started with my hubby's. I specially ordered a birthday cake for him. A Volkswagen - 3D shaped cake. Once I get the picture, I'll post it here. This was on 28th March 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I celebrated my 3rd daughter for her 1st bday. That was on 31st March 2008. Nothing big just a simple No. 1 shaped cake and to let her cut it. Don't worry the pictures will be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on 5th April, we celebrated my youngest sister bday. She also got special designed cake. Which is Patrick, Sponge Bob's best friend. She loves the cake. Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same day, we went to my colleague's daughter first bday party. The food was good. Ada BBQ, Bihun goreng, mashed potato, coleslaw, roti jala, cupcakes yg comel, kuih muih dan apa lagi ek.. alamak... dah lupa la pulak. Stayed there for about 1 hour or so, then went back with a very satisfied tummy. He he he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_yaqmwPqKI/AAAAAAAAADo/Rst6uNmIc8o/s1600-h/Isma+-+Cuppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187190927572052130" style="CURSOR: hand" height="175" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_yaqmwPqKI/AAAAAAAAADo/Rst6uNmIc8o/s200/Isma+-+Cuppy.jpg" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_yaqmwPqLI/AAAAAAAAADw/XIafmNrXfLQ/s1600-h/Isma+-+Food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187190927572052146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_yaqmwPqLI/AAAAAAAAADw/XIafmNrXfLQ/s200/Isma+-+Food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on 7th April 2008, we celebrated our colleague bday which the actual date is on the 6th. Her boss surprised her with Oreo Cheese Cake which tasted so yummy. Sorry Aileen, you did not manage to taste the cake. Tu la sapa suruh ambik AL. Aileen, just to remind you... THE CAKE TASTE SOOOOO NICEEE... tak caya tanya orang lain. So just enjoyed the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_wmFWwPqII/AAAAAAAAADY/Mj_4FA62BLM/s1600-h/Mrk+yg+Hadir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187062744273102978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_wmFWwPqII/AAAAAAAAADY/Mj_4FA62BLM/s200/Mrk+yg+Hadir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Antara tetamu yg hadir ~ Isma, Mas, Leena, Lila, Intan, Emy &amp;amp; Rani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_wmFWwPqHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rhVKzBVNSx8/s1600-h/Bday+Gurl+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187062744273102962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_wmFWwPqHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rhVKzBVNSx8/s200/Bday+Gurl+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Bday Gurl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_wmFGwPqGI/AAAAAAAAADI/pg-FRGRMPc8/s1600-h/Kek+Intan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187062739978135650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_wmFGwPqGI/AAAAAAAAADI/pg-FRGRMPc8/s200/Kek+Intan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The lovely, tasty cake. The wording, "&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's 1st year of Ur 3rd Decade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". Yup! We can be that cruel... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_wmvmwPqJI/AAAAAAAAADg/CIRCNsS6s8w/s1600-h/Rani+&amp;amp;+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187063470122576018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_wmvmwPqJI/AAAAAAAAADg/CIRCNsS6s8w/s200/Rani+%26+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are the early comers.. Waiting for the rest to bring in the bday gurl. Oh yes! Together with the camera girl - Ms Emy. Actually our main job was to bring the cake to the discussion room!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-4137152791318974974?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/4137152791318974974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=4137152791318974974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/4137152791318974974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/4137152791318974974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_yaqmwPqKI/AAAAAAAAADo/Rst6uNmIc8o/s72-c/Isma+-+Cuppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-6522697560687038869</id><published>2008-04-02T15:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T18:24:51.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheeky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>My Patience Has Been Tested</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WANTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_Svw6sE_SI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-KGheDsncsA/s1600-h/both_with_tudung_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184962325932997922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_Svw6sE_SI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-KGheDsncsA/s200/both_with_tudung_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;They are very high profile cheeky girls. Don't believe on what ever you see in the pictures. I will definitely give you my experiences with them starting with the latest one. Oh my.. you won't believe me they are GIRLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;28th March 2008 - around 22:30 hours - I came down after I have make sure my smallest angel was sound asleep. My intention was to get milk container and hot water flask upstairs. But what did I see???? The elder angels were having fun with the buttercream icing! It was all over their clothes. I went to get a hanger and they sped up at their best to go upstairs to seek refugee from my grandmother. ANd unfortunately their hands were slimy and they cannot open the door. There I was with a hanger in my right hand and they cried at top of their lungs after they got it from me. Satisfied.... Of course I'm the one who are satisfied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;27th March 2008 - 0245 hours - I woke up because the baby need her milk. So while I was mixing the milk, suddenly I heard my mom's voice calling out my children names.. I was wondering why and what are they up to now. After giving the bottle to the baby, I went out from my room and saw my mom standing at the stairway, still calling my daughters. I asked my mom what's happening and she told me they are watching TV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I went down as fast as I could and I pinched each of them with anger... I was so angry because of 2 main reasons. 1) They were watching TV @ 2.45 in the morning (middle of the night and the next day is a school day) and 2) My 2nd daughter just ignore my mom when she is calling out her name. My first one, I cannot say anything because she's deaf. Oh my......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides these current events, previously they have done these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Mixing Ribena in my fridge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Having a marvelous time bathing in a so called jacuzzi (baldi). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Washing bathroom wall with their loofah / bath net. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Finish up a half bottle of 750ml shower foam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. and the list go on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just cannot understand why they are getting cheekier when they grow up older. And I am so curious when all these going to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh kids....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-6522697560687038869?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/6522697560687038869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=6522697560687038869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/6522697560687038869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/6522697560687038869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-patience-has-been-tested.html' title='My Patience Has Been Tested'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_Svw6sE_SI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-KGheDsncsA/s72-c/both_with_tudung_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-8174580334384967214</id><published>2008-03-31T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T19:01:10.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know, I know, such a long period after my last updates. Actually my daughter's picture has been wrongly placed in this blog. So sorry. He he he... Can somebody teach me how to take it out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, after the so called Amazing Race last 1-2nd March, I have a lot of things to do. Besides waiting for my pictures to be transferred from the camera to computer.. I'll update it ASAP (I wonder when... just wait). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, my 3rd daughter turned 1. How the times flies so fast. What she can do? She can take 2 steps and fall. She can utter a few words like puting mana (ting ane?), tak de. She likes to blink her button eyes. She doesn't like nasi. She eats biscuits more than bread. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, need to go now. To be continued....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-8174580334384967214?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/8174580334384967214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=8174580334384967214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/8174580334384967214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/8174580334384967214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/03/silence.html' title='The Silence'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-7433700334512296324</id><published>2008-02-27T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T18:49:30.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border-collapse:collapse;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/horo.swf?i=3787014&amp;n=Farzilawati&amp;s=aq" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="280" height="340" name="horo" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:0px;background-color:#fff; padding:1px;font-size:0px;  filter:alpha(opacity=60);-moz-opacity:.60;opacity:.60;" align="left"&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com?type=horoscope&amp;src=emry&amp;refid=3787014"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fff; padding:1px;font-size:0px;  filter:alpha(opacity=60);-moz-opacity:.60;opacity:.60;" align="right"&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" style="padding-right:0px;" href="http://www.rockyou.com/horoscope/create.php?src=emcr?refid=3787014"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_create.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-7433700334512296324?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/7433700334512296324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=7433700334512296324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/7433700334512296324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/7433700334512296324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-1490526853314974985</id><published>2008-02-26T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T18:54:49.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='course'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasure hunt'/><title type='text'>Latest News on Amazing Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Latest news from the organizer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The prizes for the Amazing Race winner will be awarded up to 6th place! The first place will get RM2000 cash voucher, 2nd - RM1000, 3rd - RM800, 4th - RM600, 5th - RM400 and 6th - RM200. Mind you, the prizes are all per team. It is quite reasonable I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And for the best dressed will get RM100 cash voucher for each male &amp;amp; female category. Hmm... do I want that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Besides this, I am thinking what to bring along for our snack during the trip. Cannot think of anything simple and easy because I need to be at the flag off point at 7am. And it is about half an hour drive from my home. Let see... do I need to sacrifice my zzzzz? May be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Any advice, tips on treasure hunting? I think this event will be more like treasure hunting rather than actual Amazing Race. &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/1053359941570562744-1490526853314974985?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1490526853314974985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=1490526853314974985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1490526853314974985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1490526853314974985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/02/latest-news-on-amazing-race.html' title='Latest News on Amazing Race'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-6857036725243736699</id><published>2008-02-22T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:25:51.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R76jDXLB5QI/AAAAAAAAACA/qqMzCgw8BY4/s1600-h/dancing+girl.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169748700423120130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R76jDXLB5QI/AAAAAAAAACA/qqMzCgw8BY4/s320/dancing+girl.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Management have finalised that we need to go for a Amazing Race sponsored by our company (can I say sponsored? yeah, sure). The final destination will be at Swiss Garden Hotel in Kuantan. There will be 4 people in a team, and my team consisting of Leena, Kak As and me. We can drive but we don't own a car, so we have to be our big BOSS team mate. He told us he will be driving his Estima (I think we are the only team who are going with comfort)... Nice. And plus it's free too (no toll to think of and no petrol to fill up!) He he he... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And that night dinner theme is Retro. Now, what am I going to wear? People out there, where shall I find anything for that themed? It's going to be casual as it's a BBQ dinner. Oh yes. The date will be from 1st March till 2nd March 2008. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Hubby dearest was freaked enough when I told him about it. Not because I am going without him.. he only concern more on he needs to wake in the middle of the night to mind the baby. Do I need to say more? Conservative man....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am anxious, excited, anticipating for that event. Kuantan, here I come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-6857036725243736699?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/6857036725243736699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=6857036725243736699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/6857036725243736699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/6857036725243736699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/02/amazing-race.html' title='Amazing Race'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R76jDXLB5QI/AAAAAAAAACA/qqMzCgw8BY4/s72-c/dancing+girl.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-5484979234173953425</id><published>2008-02-18T11:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T11:37:52.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day We Had To Run After The Cab</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Friday, me, Intan and Mas decided to go to Ampang Park to fill our 1 hour lunch break for window shopping (really?) since we had a heavy breakfast sponsored by Mr Razlin. Thanks so much Bro! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we went down to get a cab, the queue was very long and we decided to wait at the other end. So we walked the opposite way we always do. Then we saw a cab, Intan was shouting for the cab to stop but I did nothing. She said, "Tak berfungsi langsung!" to me. We told her that the cab already had a passenger inside so she kept quiet. Then another cab came and I waived like I never waived before and fortunately he saw me and waived back (asking me to come). So there we were in the cab. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once at Ampang Park, we went around at the kiosk and find nothing interesting to look at. Suddenly when we were at the front foyer... the thing we love! Books on sale. So we went through and I took Memoirs Of Geisha even though I have watched the movie. Browse again, found another one. Then stop at buying two books which cost me only RM31.90 and saw Sodoku book, bought one for Hubby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It seemed Intan has not yet stopped browsing the books so I decided to join her. This one is most dangerous! I found another book and bought it... Arrggghh... Cannot resist. So spending almost RM50, decided it was time to leave the place. We headed to KFC (I usually don't like it, but that day it looks like delicious) for our tapau lunch. So there goes the window shopping trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we waited for the cab to go back. In front of us is one old Chinese man waiting for a cab as well. While we were waiting, not far from us, a bit further ahead, we saw one couple trying to hail a cab! He tried to cheat by standing ahead of us.... So when they came nearer to us, I bluntly told them that they have to queue after us if he wants the cab. Then they decided not to wait and went somewhere else. By this time, the old man already got a cab. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then came a group of ladies wanted to hail a cab as well. Instead of queueing behind us, they walked thru' (like we are ghost) us and tried to hail a cab! I was so very pissed off that I decided to go ahead of them and just hail the cab. And at last! We managed to get a cab after so much of Intan's persuasian (instruction actually). The cab driver actually heading to a nearby masjid for Friday prayer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once in the office, we feasted our self with the KFC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-5484979234173953425?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/5484979234173953425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=5484979234173953425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/5484979234173953425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/5484979234173953425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-we-had-to-run-after-cab.html' title='The Day We Had To Run After The Cab'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-1476124040169175677</id><published>2008-02-11T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T19:01:55.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Long Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm.. what I can say after such long public holiday? There are few days report to look at. Sigh.. I'm getting bored seeing the same thing over and over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, for the long holiday, nothing much for any extra activity. Why? Well, first day of holiday, hubby sent the car to workshop for normal servicing. Second day we went to Umbai, Melaka for ikan bakar. Abe, Amin, Yani, Mak, Amani, Amalin, Amalia, Hubby &amp;amp; Me.. i think I'm forgetting someone here... oh yes, Abe's friend. We had Terubuk &amp;amp; Siakap bakar, Buttered Prawn (no butter taste here), Sotong Celup Tepung (so damn gorgeous) and Sepahat (the family of siput) masak Pedas. Also with 8 Nasi Lemak (Amani ate 2) and 5 plates of rice. Plus the Kailan Ikan Masin and also 3 basket (about 10 pcs) of otak-otak (also gorgeous). After eating, we went back to KL. Yup! We go there just to eat. He he he...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Third day? Lazy around @ home. And finally on Sunday, the family go for a hair cut except Amalia &amp;amp; Amalin. Then brought them for a swim @ Tacu's house. We had our dinner there, Tok Miza cooked Kuzi Ayam, Pulut Kuning, Lompat Tikam &amp;amp; fried macaroni. She cooked a lot! We had to tapau all those thing back to our house. Then I started freaking because I haven't ironed my daughter's school uniform. Amalia seemed cannot let me go. Oh gosh... I cannot even go to the toilet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And this morning Amalia woke up so early (6am) and I cannot let her go otherwise she will be crying with full lung energy! I have to do the work with one hand. I need to wake her big sister up, to bath her, to assist her dress up and to prepare recess food. Oh god... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And just now I called Mak at home, she was wailing again and again because Mak left her to get some rice. I can imagine the situation at that moment and when I go back. Hmm again....&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/1053359941570562744-1476124040169175677?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1476124040169175677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=1476124040169175677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1476124040169175677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/1476124040169175677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/02/after-long-holiday.html' title='After Long Holiday'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053359941570562744.post-7754547613259038009</id><published>2008-02-05T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T17:47:48.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><title type='text'>Lazy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I started of the day by sending my little princess to clinic together with my grandmother. Yup! My daughters' great-grandmother. How lucky they are manage to know their ancestors. Both are having fevers. First visit for my grandmother (this year), but 3rd visit for the little one. The temperature is on and off since last night. Hopefully nothing serious afterwards. The doctor change the antibiotic (I hate this medicine) and new flu syrup - forgot to ask the name of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After sending everyone to home, then to work as usual. My tummy is asking to put in some food. So since the road is clear and I have plenty (plenty?) of time (time off until 11am), Hubby &amp;amp; I decided to lavish us with "Nasi Belauk" @ Keramat. So we headed there and make sure our stomach happy. Reach office about 11.07am and then do some work and my colleagues asked me to join them for a lunch @ N**do's. I just have some desserts; which is Mud Pie with Ice Cream. Rating out of 5 star? Emm... 2 only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So here I am creating this blog just because I don't have mood to be a hardworking! He he he.. Jgn mare boss. Biasa la lepas dapat bonus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053359941570562744-7754547613259038009?l=lilahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/7754547613259038009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053359941570562744&amp;postID=7754547613259038009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/7754547613259038009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053359941570562744/posts/default/7754547613259038009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilahadi.blogspot.com/2008/02/lazy-day.html' title='Lazy Day'/><author><name>Lila Hadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01822374753099568148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aaBgjvHYAIw/R_SxS6sE_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/c6JOXrbG3zE/S220/Lila_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
