<?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-8769639265479629366</id><updated>2011-07-08T23:02:22.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ridana</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-4086921568414291793</id><published>2010-04-28T15:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T16:02:08.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of hibernating...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;Hi folks! I'm back after a long long break... My mum had finally settled down at my place for good... She even had this dream, that my late father had brought her to my front door and before he left, there's tears in his eyes.. He left without a word..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I thanked God, for giving me the opportunity to care for my ONLY mum!! This coming Mother's Day will be the most memorable one cos my mum is with me already... I thought of having a celebration but don't know how to do it.. Any ideas, anyone???&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/8769639265479629366-4086921568414291793?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/4086921568414291793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/4086921568414291793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2010/04/out-of-hibernating.html' title='Out of hibernating...'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-443178928145401058</id><published>2009-12-15T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:14:38.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum had officially stayed over at my place..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hi folks! Sorry for not blogging for such a long long time... Have been busy with the arrangement of mum coming over... Deep down her heart, I know she was hoping to stay with her youngest son as she had been staying with him for the past 9 years... But sometimes things change as your life changes to the next phase of life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;She also hoped that her other two sons would offer her to stay, but unfortunately it doesn't happen that way... Hence, she is now staying with me! I had given my two elder brothers enough time for them to decide who should take care of mum... Even till the very last day, there's still no answer from both of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I've been asking both of them about mum's staying and the reply that I received was very disappointing... The last time that I asked both of them was during fasting month, and after that, my dear hubby stopped me from asking anymore... He said he is very tired about all this and since it's been confirmed that mum would be staying with us, this matter is considered settled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So, two days after Hari Raya Haji, mum came to stay with us... It was on Sunday 29/11/09 at 8.10pm that my younger brother brought her over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It is almost three weeks that she has stayed with us and I can say that she has almost settled down with the new environment... She won't be lonely anymore as her days are surrounded by her "noisy"grandchildren... I just wished that she would be happy staying with us as I know that I may not be the one that she wished to stay with... "Sigh".....&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/8769639265479629366-443178928145401058?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/443178928145401058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/443178928145401058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/12/mum-had-officially-stayed-over-at-my.html' title='Mum had officially stayed over at my place..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-1759308151708989669</id><published>2009-11-09T15:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:45:18.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, I'm back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;Hi everyone, I'm back on track again after weeks of missing entries... Have been busy with my younger brother's wedding and it's finally done... Right now my mum-in-law is here as my younger brother invited her for his wedding... She'll be going back next week (I think), afterwhich, beginning of next month, my mum will be coming over to stay with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alhamdulillah, the wedding ceremony and everything went smoothly as planned with some hiccups here and there... The groom just came back from his honeymoon yesterday afternoon and will be staying with his in-laws...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mum had planned to have the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;kenduri doa kesyukuran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; on Sat, 21/11/09 at PR and she had asked my ta-jie and hubby to do the cooking and head the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;doa selamat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; as well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tomorrow Asyiqin will be going for a school excursion to Kampong Glam... She would like me to join her for the trip as the school allowed parents volunteer...Unfortunately, the school only need ONE parent from each class and her teacher had chosen her classmate parent to join ... How disappointed she was when her teacher didn't chose me... Nevertheless, I told her to enjoy her class trip before the school close for the upcoming school holidays... &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/8769639265479629366-1759308151708989669?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/1759308151708989669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/1759308151708989669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-im-back.html' title='Hello, I&apos;m back..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-6315753533511852393</id><published>2009-10-15T16:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:49:46.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Open House last weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Our open house last weekend was a successful event as most of the invited guests were present...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Some of my friends asked me why my open house lasted for 2 hours ie. 2pm to 4pm.. I explained to them that this timing was meant for friends only while after the stipulated time, was meant for my own family members..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Overall we enjoyed ourselves no doubt there were some "drama(s)" happen which made my mum cried...&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/8769639265479629366-6315753533511852393?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/6315753533511852393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/6315753533511852393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-open-house-last-weekend.html' title='My Open House last weekend...'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-3137318187909065494</id><published>2009-10-08T14:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:12:58.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Upcoming Open House..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This Sat, is our upcoming open house.. This will be the last open house that we are having as starting from next year, all my other siblings will gather at my place during the first day of Hari Raya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;As usual, we cater the food and only prepared some light refreshments for the coming guests.. Initially, mum wanted to prepare the "roti kirai" for "them" but I stopped her.. I told her the food that we order should be sufficient for everybody.. Furthermore, dear hubby don't want "them" to "tahpau" the food..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Tonight, if my migraine had subside, I planned to visit my ta-ge's house which has overdued..&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/8769639265479629366-3137318187909065494?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/3137318187909065494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/3137318187909065494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-upcoming-open-house.html' title='My Upcoming Open House..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-7450591596220214043</id><published>2009-09-23T14:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:08:41.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Hari Raya..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SrnA7YvYVGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PZECD5muF5s/s1600-h/DSCF1725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SrnA7YvYVGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PZECD5muF5s/s320/DSCF1725.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384546955984131170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I would like to wish all Muslims Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This is the last year that we are celebrating Hari Raya at Pasir Ris.. Next year the venue has changed to Woodlands Dr. 50..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;After hubby had performed the solat Aidilfitri, he headed to ta-jie house to collect the hari raya delicacies as they would be late doing to PR.. We left home at about 11 plus am and thought that we might not be the first to reach.. Surprisingly, when we reached there exactly 12noon, nobody had arrived yet and we broke the record of reaching there early...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Since there was no one else, mum suggested why not we started the "minta maaf" session.. So there goes the "teary-weary" drama in the noon of Syawal.. About half an hour later, ta-ge &amp;amp; family reached, and what else they straightaway "makan".. Mum pointed out the dishes that ta-jie cooked and ta-sao asked whether they had already left.. Mum said they haven't come and the dishes was "kirim" to us on our way there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Soon, one by one the guests came and the house was full.. My very "loud" cousin and family, came dressed in black.. She then had some meeting with me and "didi" regarding his wedding arrangements..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We were shocked to receive a call from my sister in KL.. Apparently my "didi' was not "pleased" by their call.. "Somebody" lah kepo2 gave his number to her.. The phone was passed around among didi, mum, er-ge and myself.. I chatted half-heartedly to her and she started her "drama", saying that she has no other relatives except for us in Singapore.. She said not to forget her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hari Raya is meant to be a day of happiness and forgiving but yet somebody "guris" my heart even before she "minta maaf".. Not sure whether she meant it as a joke or I'm the one who is overly sensitive.. She commented that the kain I wore looked like the "curtain".. Of course I can't fight with her type of clothings, but as long as I felt comfortable wearing it, that's most important.. Is she jealous or what?? She would always try to find something to spike or say me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When you need me, you know where to find me and when you don't, you just don't care or bother.. What kind of attitude is that?? No wonder some people have eyes to see and comments the different in behaviour we both had.. Even at her early stage of marriage, her husband came to see mum personally (without her knowing), and asked mum about the difference in her character and mine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This Sun and the next weekends, I'll be busy accompanying mum to distribute "didi" wedding invitation cards..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-7450591596220214043?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/7450591596220214043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/7450591596220214043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-hari-raya.html' title='First day of Hari Raya..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SrnA7YvYVGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PZECD5muF5s/s72-c/DSCF1725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-5035214563386245049</id><published>2009-09-19T06:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T06:34:19.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Ramadhan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hi folks.. Sorry for not blogging lately... I'm not in the mood to blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm very disappointed with my two older brothers.. They are not fit to be the man of the house.. They can't even take their responsibility of taking care of their only mum.. No doubt I had offered her a place to stay, I can sensed that she was hoping to stay with one of her sons..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Two weeks ago, I had asked my er-ge and his reply was, "Have to ask mum first".. The following week, I asked my ta-ge the same question and his reply was, "Don't know, mum said wait first".. What are they waiting for?? They just wait and see or what?? You know, old people are like that.. They won't give you the answer unless you are persistent.. So, my two bros would rather let the "thing" hanging in the air... Hello! Please wake up okay?? Next month your "adik" is getting married and you both better do something about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I have voiced out my concern to my "getting married adik" over this issue and he told me that he is not sure whether his decision to get married is the right choice.. He felt that because of his decision to get married had sparked some "hoo-haa" in the family over the taking care of mum.. I told him that when the right time for him to get married has come, he has to get married.. I told him not to think too much of this and just concentrate on his upcoming wedding..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Today is the last day of Ramadhan and also mark the last Ramadhan for mum and lil' bro together.. Please treasure the moments that you have now before its gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Here's wishing every Muslims out there, Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, maaf zahir &amp;amp; batin..&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/8769639265479629366-5035214563386245049?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/5035214563386245049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/5035214563386245049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-ramadhan.html' title='End of Ramadhan...'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-8318804775926711437</id><published>2009-09-01T07:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:00:14.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iftar @ my place..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As mentioned, last weekend was iftar @ my place.. I just cooked the chicken rice while hubby went to JB to buy the roasted and black pepper chicken..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My 2nd &amp;amp; 3rd niece reached first as they were from Causeway Pt followed by their parents and elder sis.. My ta-jie &amp;amp; hubby prepared the Nonya Laksa and Air Kathira.. Moments later, my ta-ge and family came.. My nieces were surprised by their visit as his daughter had just recovered from H1N1.. As usual, ta-sao brought the "amchimpeng" and some epok2.. Then came my er-ge and family, and er-sao made the roti john and brought the murtabak given by her neighbour.. The last to reach was my mum and didi.. Mum brought a lot of stuff and soon the table was full of food..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It was almost 7pm and there was no sight of my meimei.. My eldest niece asked me whether is she coming or not, and I asked her to sms my meimei.. I also checked my phone in case she smsed me and there was no message from her.. After my niece smed her, she replied saying that she's not coming... I was actually pissed off with her for not telling me as I'm the host for the iftar.. Don't she know how to show some respect, hah??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What made me more angry was that before the iftar day, I called mum on Thurs and she told me to prepare chap choy for her husband in case they come.. As you know, her husband don't eat meat ie. chicken or beef.. He only eat seafood stuff and vegetable.. At first I asked hubby to buy some seafood food for him but he declined saying that why must we purposely do that for him.. Hubby said if he didn't eat the chicken rice, he can eat the Laksa or other food that is available.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Before all of them left, I asked them to pack some food home as it was too much for the two of us.. Overall I enjoyed the iftar as now I felt closer to my ta-jie and family.. At least, there is still my ONLY ta-jie that I can turned to for help or advice when the need arises.. As for the rest of my other siblings, they are of no use at all.. Forgive me for saying that but I felt this is what happening now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-8318804775926711437?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8318804775926711437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8318804775926711437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/09/iftar-my-place.html' title='Iftar @ my place..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-7512837998918876449</id><published>2009-08-26T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:18:09.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my dear bro-in-law..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ecreative.com.sg/images/products/bears_&amp;amp;_gifts/bta06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.ecreative.com.sg/images/products/bears_&amp;amp;_gifts/bta06.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Here's wishing my dear bro-in-law, a very Happy Birthday!! Semoga Allah panjangkan umur, murahkan rezeki, diberi kesihatan dan sentiasa berbahagia disamping orang2 yg disayangi.. Amin.&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/8769639265479629366-7512837998918876449?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/7512837998918876449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/7512837998918876449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-to-my-dear-bro-in-law.html' title='Happy Birthday to my dear bro-in-law..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-2307235151534895678</id><published>2009-08-24T11:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:30:26.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iftar @ Er-ge's hse..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;L&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ast weekend, we had iftar @ Er-ge's hse as it is in conjuction with Amirah's birthday.. As usual er-sao prepared no other "mee soto, soto and lontong".. Ta-jie brought "gado2" and mum brought "kentang goreng &amp;amp; kari ayam".. Actually mum  thought of making "roti boyan" but unfortunately, she had "kepala pusing".. I myself just brought some "kuih2 and pandan kek"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ta-ge didn't come as his daughter is still in the hospital.. Meimei came with her daughter as her husband is busy marking some papers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This weekend iftar will be @ my place... I wondered whether ta-ge &amp;amp; family would come....Hmmm&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/8769639265479629366-2307235151534895678?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/2307235151534895678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/2307235151534895678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/08/iftar-er-ges-hse.html' title='Iftar @ Er-ge&apos;s hse..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-6633851143557712988</id><published>2009-08-22T07:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T08:05:19.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Ramadhan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn6.quizapps.com/images/image?id=9960929&amp;amp;resize_within=75%2C75&amp;amp;image_hash=b6fa3d5d07fa6285813af027ebfcfa9c5d696d43"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 75px; height: 50px;" src="http://cdn6.quizapps.com/images/image?id=9960929&amp;amp;resize_within=75%2C75&amp;amp;image_hash=b6fa3d5d07fa6285813af027ebfcfa9c5d696d43" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;First and foremost, wishing all Muslims out there, Eid Ramadhan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing my niece, Amirah Zakiyyah, a Happy Birthday (21/8/09)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing my younger bro's future wife, Triana, a Happy Birthday too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8769639265479629366-6633851143557712988?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/6633851143557712988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/6633851143557712988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/08/eid-ramadhan.html' title='Eid Ramadhan!'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-8683294012215928913</id><published>2009-08-18T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:00:56.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Last Thursday, 13 Aug was my 39th birthday.. A very BIG Thank you to those who had wished me during my birthday.. Coincidently I had a gathering with some of my friends at Swensen Causeway Pt @3pm on that day but I didn't tell them it was my birthday.. We had this gathering in conjunction with the coming Ramadhan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That night, I had another round of dinner @ Swensen again.. This time round we went to Northpoint at Yishun.. As I was still full, I just ordered a side dish.. The kids enjoyed their Topless Five ice-cream and ate French fries.. Hubby ordered the new Fish N Chips..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;There was an argument from a family sitting next to our table.. Apparently the husband was angry as his wife didn't allow him to order the food there.. He left the restaurant hurriedly, leaving behind his wife and two kids.. The wife asked the daughter to run after the daddy while she settled the bill..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;After dinner, we just walked around the newly renovated shopping centre..&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/8769639265479629366-8683294012215928913?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8683294012215928913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8683294012215928913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday!'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-2704479161847427529</id><published>2009-08-03T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T16:29:27.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guests from Penang..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Last Wednesday, we had some guests from Penang, and it's none other than my mother-in-law, my hubby's aunt and uncle.. His uncle and aunt are here to attend their son's graduation ceremony at NTU.. Since their son is staying at a rented room, therefore my hubby offered them to stay at our place.. And because of that, they (the uncle and aunt) asked my mother-in-law to tag along in coming to S'pore.. They came here by flight which is paid by his aunt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We went to the airport and fetched them.. After we reached home, Syafiqah suddenly looked sick and that's when she got fever and the whole family started to fall sick.. (Not sure whether it's the air-borne virus at the airport or the guests themselves..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The graduation ceremony was on Thurs and after that they came home together with their son and his girlfriend.. So for the next few days until they left, the son and girlfriend everyday came to our house.. My home has turned into "a hotel" with guests coming at any time of the day.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Usually Sun in my off-day from cooking, but since the guests were here, I had no choice but to cook while they all went shopping at Causeway Point.. Luckily when I had just finished cooking, they came back together with their son and girlfriend.. We all ate together and hubby and me faster ate our lunch and escaped from the dining table.. At about 3pm they left for the airport and me and the kids are at home: lepak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Syafiqah was on MC for 2 days, Thurs and Fri.. On Saturday morning, it was Asyiqin and the father's turn.. Asyiqin is on MC for 2 days also, today and tomorrow.. My hubby is also on MC today.. Luckily after they left yesterday at about 3pm that I started to feel bodyaching.. I'm taking my hubby's medication for the bodyache and alhamdullilah, it has subside a bit..  Syafiq has started to feel warm last night and all the person in the house are taking medication.. Syafiqah didn't go to school today because she has cough.. We are monitoring Syafiq's condition and he too didn't go to school.. Asyiq is the only one going to school.. At first he too don't want to go as everybody are at home and I have to console him, saying that he is the strongest person in this house and he is the only one that is feeling well.. He felt proud about it and went to school.. Phew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8769639265479629366-2704479161847427529?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/2704479161847427529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/2704479161847427529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/08/guests-from-penang.html' title='Guests from Penang..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-7822217628550609538</id><published>2009-07-23T15:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:02:33.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Relative Wedding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sofea and Cik Ana..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SmgTY6oqEhI/AAAAAAAAAHI/skbfHt3TEfg/s1600-h/18072009485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SmgTY6oqEhI/AAAAAAAAAHI/skbfHt3TEfg/s200/18072009485.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361556675162149394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some of the hantaran..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SmgTYg7IBXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FK0jo8eP2B4/s1600-h/18072009484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SmgTYg7IBXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FK0jo8eP2B4/s200/18072009484.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361556668260287858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SmgTYBv9bbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Y4R1zkAJ19c/s1600-h/18072009483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SmgTYBv9bbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Y4R1zkAJ19c/s200/18072009483.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361556659891957170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SmgTXo8NcuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/r_t2RCNcGu4/s1600-h/18072009482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SmgTXo8NcuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/r_t2RCNcGu4/s200/18072009482.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361556653232452322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last weekend, we attended a relative wedding at Lagun Sari Restaurant.. When we arrived, ta-jie and hubby were about to leave as they were there since after Subuh.. We met quite a number of mum's relatives..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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-size: small;"&gt;After the wedding, mum and younger bro went to meimei's house to visit her mum-in-law. who had just been discharged from hospital the day before... As for us, we went to "cari makan" as the kids were hungry and didn't eat the food there...&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/8769639265479629366-7822217628550609538?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/7822217628550609538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/7822217628550609538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/07/relative-wedding_23.html' title='A Relative Wedding...'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SmgTY6oqEhI/AAAAAAAAAHI/skbfHt3TEfg/s72-c/18072009485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-4892416150455188718</id><published>2009-07-22T14:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:11:27.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my dear Hubby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;His birthday cake .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/Smaw0JleVuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Kp9okBUbfTM/s1600-h/KB+Bday+cake+220709c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/Smaw0JleVuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Kp9okBUbfTM/s200/KB+Bday+cake+220709c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361166816403936994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SmawzvQjzLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QjQQUlL46f0/s1600-h/KB+Bday+cake+220709a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SmawzvQjzLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QjQQUlL46f0/s200/KB+Bday+cake+220709a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361166809336892594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;He and the kids..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SmawzLLq4nI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aZGxvUMgjec/s1600-h/KB+Bday+220709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SmawzLLq4nI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aZGxvUMgjec/s200/KB+Bday+220709.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361166799652708978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Here's wishing my dear hubby a Happy Birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8769639265479629366-4892416150455188718?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/4892416150455188718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/4892416150455188718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-to-my-dear-hubby.html' title='Happy Birthday to my dear Hubby...'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/Smaw0JleVuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Kp9okBUbfTM/s72-c/KB+Bday+cake+220709c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-8652461732661299227</id><published>2009-07-21T14:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T15:10:57.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the victim too...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"&gt;Yesterday's news on pg 2 of Berita Harian shocked me... The article was about "Rugi ratusan dolar angkara jamu dan minyak gosok".. I am one of the victim too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Last year was the first time I knew her.. Apparently she saw me at the void deck on my way home after sending the kids to school.. Just as I was going into the house, she came out from the lift and approcahed me.. She used the same tactic that was mentioned in the newspaper.. She asked me for a glass of cold water and out of good will, I invited her in... She then started to sell her jamu, claiming that it is good for 'sakit kaki, perjalan darah', etc.. I asked her what's the content of the jamu and she said it is made up of 'kunyit and some akar kayu'.. She said she's helping her mother-in-law to sell the jamu.. She too said that she was from JB, to be exact from Kulai, and kept asking me to pay her a visit should I go to JB someday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As mentioned in the paper, I too paid for $95 for 4 bottles of the jamu and 1 bottle of the minyak gosok.. So far so good, nothing happen to me after taking the jamu.. She asked for my contact number and I gave it to her.. I too have her contact number and her name is "Kak Samsiah"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A few months back, she tried to call me many times and I refused to answer it.. She even changed her number and used a prepaid card (I think) to call me but still I don't answer.. There was once when we were at mum's house, she called and the number came out as private number.. I asked hubby to answer and true enough it was her.. She even made her way down to my doorstep many months back, knocking at my door and pressing the doorbell many times and I kept mum inside.. I told the kids not to open the door and keep the noise level down.. She stand out there for about 15mins, knocking and calling out my name.. In the end, she gave up and left..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When I told hubby about the news, he asked me to stop taking the jamu and threw them away, if I still have it.. Luckily, I had stopped taking the jamu many months back.. The next time if I received her call, I will tell her that she's on the news and if the need arises, I call the police..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;P/S: A few days ago, received an sms from my friend saying that there's this old lady selling keropok or kuih2, knocking at the door, DO NOT OPEN it..It is said that she carry along with her "kak pon".. If after open the door you didn't buy, she will 'lepaskan' the 'kak pon'.. Be very carefull when someone knocked the door or pressed the doorbell.. Peep through the peephole before opening the door.. Better safe than sorry..&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/8769639265479629366-8652461732661299227?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8652461732661299227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8652461732661299227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-victim-too.html' title='I am the victim too...'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-5298668750926654667</id><published>2009-07-17T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:53:48.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Misunderstanding..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Since the 'wind' refused to go away, I decided to pay the doctor a visit.. I hurriedly left home at about 3.10pm as the clinic closed at 4.30pm.. They will stop the registration 45minutes before closing time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;As I was walking towards the bus-stop with my 2 kids, I met my 2nd floor neighbour's daughter and gave a friendly waved at her.. After that I hurriedly to catch the bus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;While in the bus, I received a call from my friend "Y" and refused to answer as it was too noisy to take the call.. When the 2nd time she called, I straightaway smsed her, telling her I would call her back.. After alighting, I called her and she sounded very anxious, asking me where I was going and why when I see her, I still go away.. I was surprised and asked her where did she see me?? She said she saw me at my block and waved at her too.. I told her, seriously I tak perasan pun kat dia.. Kadang2 mata kita tengok kat orang tu, tapi fikiran kita bukan pada dia.. I told her I waved at my neighbour's daughter and didn't really see her.. I told her if I see her, I would have walk and talk to her.. She thought why after waving at her, I still go away, like don't want to talk to her like that.. The problem is, I REALLY REALLY didn't see her.. I swear to GOD..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;After that she asked me where I'm heading to.. I told her I want to see doctor and she told me that some other day, she would catch-up with me again.. So at the clinic, I told the doctor my problem and he think it could be some reflux (acid) in the stomach.. I suddenly remember that last year my mum also had the same problem.. So he prescribe the same medicine that he once gave to my mum and advised me to avoid taking spicy, fried and oily food.. He also added that I could not drink milk, coffee or tea for the next few days.. The problem is, I'm a coffee freak.. I can't live without coffee.. So I just have to sacrifice my coffee and replace with MILO kosong, ok.. I also have to be "good friend" with my enemy: "PLAIN WATER".. Hahahah..&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/8769639265479629366-5298668750926654667?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/5298668750926654667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/5298668750926654667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/07/misunderstanding.html' title='A Misunderstanding..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-1868993755594621536</id><published>2009-07-16T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:17:14.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gastric pain and heartburn..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Since last Saturday, I've been having this so-called 'wind' in my stomach which refused to go till today... At times I may experience some heartburn feeling too... Don't know what's wrong, but I'm too lazy to see the doctor.. I still have to pay back my fast.. So yesterday I start paying back my fast despite this illness... The feeling is like there's some wind trapped in my stomach.. After rubbing some medicated oil, it subside a while... So I decided to do something about it... I went to buy Actal, which indicated for gastic pain and heartburn, and after break fast, I took the medicine.. Alhamdulillah, it works.. I continue to take it this morning after sahur...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Now I'm starting to feel a bit of heartburn again... Later after break fast, I'm gonna take the medicine again.. Maybe tomorrow, I should take a break and continue again next week, insyaAllah... I was told that my meimei also paying back her fast this week... Dear Allah, please give my meimei the strength to fast despite that she is still breastfeeding her daughter... Amin...&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/8769639265479629366-1868993755594621536?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/1868993755594621536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/1868993755594621536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/07/gastric-pain-and-heartburn.html' title='Gastric pain and heartburn..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-4425850052581085201</id><published>2009-07-13T17:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:44:18.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my dear sis..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ecreative.com.sg/images/products/bears_&amp;amp;_gifts/bta01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.ecreative.com.sg/images/products/bears_&amp;amp;_gifts/bta01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Here's wishing my elder sis, a Happy Sweet Birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-4425850052581085201?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/4425850052581085201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/4425850052581085201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-to-my-dear-elder-sis.html' title='Happy Birthday to my dear sis..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-5795954013667485545</id><published>2009-07-08T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T16:42:10.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my mum....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SlRbyhRAYQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hOVnFI-YS2A/s1600-h/Ibu+Bd+cake+080709b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SlRbyhRAYQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hOVnFI-YS2A/s320/Ibu+Bd+cake+080709b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356006780331647234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I would like to wish my mum a Happy Birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-5795954013667485545?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/5795954013667485545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/5795954013667485545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-to-my-mum.html' title='Happy Birthday to my mum....'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SlRbyhRAYQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hOVnFI-YS2A/s72-c/Ibu+Bd+cake+080709b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-8838253051129133269</id><published>2009-04-30T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:12:04.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On 4/11 (which is Apr 11) we had a family meeting to decide where my mum is suppose to stay after my younger brother gets married.. I was totally disappointed with the outcome of the mtg.. None of my older bros officially offered mum a place to stay.. Instead, my eldest bro can come out with an idea to let my mum stay at her other children house first before deciding where she wants to stay in future.. What a ridiculous idea... Don't you spare a thought for your own mum??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After the meeting, about 4 days later, I called mum and asked her feelings about the whole thing.. She said she was 'scared'.. I asked her, what is she scared of, and she told me she's scared of the idea to stay here and there.. I reassured her that she wouldn't be doing that as she will be staying with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She felt "embarrassed" towards my hubby as he's the one who offered her to stay instead of her two beloved sons.. As a mother, of course deep down your heart, you would hoped that your sons will be taking care of you but that's not happening here.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I told her not to worry anymore and this case is considered settled already.. What mum and myself have to do right now is to find the "berkat" for my younger bro's wedding which is in 5 months' time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-8838253051129133269?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8838253051129133269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8838253051129133269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-7967543482025389579</id><published>2009-04-12T16:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:15:22.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my dear younger brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Wishing you a belated Happy Birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-7967543482025389579?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/7967543482025389579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/7967543482025389579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-to-my-dear-younger.html' title='Happy Birthday to my dear younger brother'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-8568658601048914126</id><published>2009-04-03T17:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:10:52.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my eldest Niece..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I wish to take this opportunity to wish my eldest niece, a Happy Sweet 17th Birthday!! May whatever that you dream for will come true, insyaAllah... Amin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-8568658601048914126?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8568658601048914126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8568658601048914126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-to-my-eldest-niece.html' title='Happy Birthday to my eldest Niece..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-8917309054972468652</id><published>2009-03-21T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:46:25.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my dear 2nd niece!!!</title><content type='html'>I would like to wish my 2nd niece a Happy 16th Birthday!! Hope you had an enjoyable celebration with your family.. Love, Cik Ana..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-8917309054972468652?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8917309054972468652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8917309054972468652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-to-my-dear-2nd-niece.html' title='Happy Birthday to my dear 2nd niece!!!'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-2542421390531242560</id><published>2009-03-16T15:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:46:53.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my dear son, Asyiq..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SciBm0nQkrI/AAAAAAAAADw/phHhvZ_hqM0/s1600-h/JY+2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316641864069190322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SciBm0nQkrI/AAAAAAAAADw/phHhvZ_hqM0/s320/JY+2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Asyiq Birthday Cake 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/Sb4BnpgI4mI/AAAAAAAAADo/02zAKhPjJyk/s1600-h/DSCF0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313686391010943586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/Sb4BnpgI4mI/AAAAAAAAADo/02zAKhPjJyk/s320/DSCF0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Asyiq's last year birthday cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today is Asyiq's 7th Birthday... Happy Birthday son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to cut his birthday cake last weekend at PR, but unfortunately my class that day started late and dear hubby also had appointment with his insurance agent regarding his car insurance... Soo there's no celebration that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TS and ES came last week and ES gave Asyiq present.. I was told by mum that ES's face was like sour-grapes... Ta-jie also came with hubby as she was from Tampines... Mum told ta-jie about ES and ta-jie said she also noticed that... Kalau tak suka nak datang tu, janganlah datang... Buat apa datang kalau nak tunjuk muka masam yang retak seribu tu.. Orang tua pun boleh tahu dan nampak... Mungkin ada cerita disebaliknya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached PR at about 8.30pm, everybody had left already.. We decided to spend the night there as it is the beginning of the school holidays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the first day that Leman attended the Marriage Preparation Course @ PR CC with Triana... During lunch time, he brought home his fiancee to 'tumpang solat'.. We left PR @4pm as we had to go to Joo Chiat Complex to buy a new songkok for Syafiq as the current one is already too small for his growing head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I'll be going to Causeway Pt to buy the birthday cake for Asyiq.. He loves Chocolate cake... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-2542421390531242560?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/2542421390531242560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/2542421390531242560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/03/ha.html' title='Happy Birthday to my dear son, Asyiq..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SciBm0nQkrI/AAAAAAAAADw/phHhvZ_hqM0/s72-c/JY+2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-354158196553771977</id><published>2009-02-25T14:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:35:08.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my dear niece!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SaTl9BK0ggI/AAAAAAAAACw/79KdPKaEd-Y/s1600-h/DSCF1151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306619097397887490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SaTl9BK0ggI/AAAAAAAAACw/79KdPKaEd-Y/s320/DSCF1151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First of all, let me take this opportunity to wish my 3rd niece, A HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! May you always achieve success in whatever you do in the near future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your sms.. I'm happy that the little gift make your day.. Love, Cik Ana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: This is the cake that I learn to make @ Siti's Delights..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-354158196553771977?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/354158196553771977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/354158196553771977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-to-my-dear-niece.html' title='Happy Birthday to my dear niece!!!'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SaTl9BK0ggI/AAAAAAAAACw/79KdPKaEd-Y/s72-c/DSCF1151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-7362175678657252789</id><published>2009-02-24T23:43:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:31:18.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurface again after a long break..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SaTwli_9t6I/AAAAAAAAADY/aqSlTkRKz7M/s1600-h/getting+ready+for+swim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306630788790204322" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SaTwli_9t6I/AAAAAAAAADY/aqSlTkRKz7M/s200/getting+ready+for+swim.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sofea getting ready for the swim&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SaTwdn5OjXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zFiXtYxeZvc/s1600-h/First+swimming+lesson+with+dad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306630652665171314" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SaTwdn5OjXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zFiXtYxeZvc/s200/First+swimming+lesson+with+dad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sofea first swim with dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SaTv5Cg3ODI/AAAAAAAAADI/z0XSp-l2TKo/s1600-h/Mum+and+Sofea+at+the+beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306630024155576370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SaTv5Cg3ODI/AAAAAAAAADI/z0XSp-l2TKo/s200/Mum+and+Sofea+at+the+beach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sofea with mum @ the beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam to all... It's been ages since my last entry.. After the Chinese New Year, life has been busy with the kids school homework and also the tuition homework.. Asyiqin has one additional subject to learn and that is Science..After leaving school for such a long long time, sadly to say, some of the things I myself don't know.. Very malu seh... That's why need to send her for tuition class.. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week @ PR, only Ros and family came... We reached almost 5pm as I was having my bread class before that.. Mum said, Triana dropped-by earlier on and only got the chance to see lil Sofea.. She and Leman wanted to register for the marriage course somewhere around that area..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, Ros and family went to Desaru for a short trip.. Do enjoy some of the photos.. See how cute Hui Ying is.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-7362175678657252789?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/7362175678657252789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/7362175678657252789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/02/resurface-again-after-long-break.html' title='Resurface again after a long break..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SaTwli_9t6I/AAAAAAAAADY/aqSlTkRKz7M/s72-c/getting+ready+for+swim.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-4108858619609352995</id><published>2009-01-15T14:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:29:01.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi folks! It's been ages since my last entry in December 2008.. Wow! Now it's already January 2009.. Welcome to the new year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As usual, each time the new year comes, I've to make some adjustments here and there.. My 1st and 2nd child, are studying in the afternoon session while my 3rd and 4th are in the morning session.. It took me quite some time for me to adjust to this new arrangement.. Thank God, dear hubby helped me to send and fetch the 3rd and 4th to and from school, but on the other hand, at home, I have to prepare lunch for him as this year, most of the time he will come back for lunch! I don't have any quiet time for myself this year.. At least last year, I still can enjoy that as only the eldest will be at home in the afternoon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In less than 10 months, my younger bro will be tying the knot, and he had already been busy making the preparation for his wedding.. Mum and I try to help out, but it seems that everything had been lined-up nicely.. Everything is done all by himself and of course, his fiancee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My pastry class started back yesterday and we also had the exams.. Luckily I managed to answer most of the questions, now just have to wait for the results..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear hubby just lost his uncle on Monday due to cancer.. (not sure what cancer is that?? apa punya anak-sedaralahhh).. He thought of going back tonight to attend the funeral and come back tomorrow night, but somehow he couldn't as he had lots and lots of work to be done... He already told his mum about his situation and my MIL said it's ok... I told him that we should pay his aunty a visit when we are in Penang..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This week, most of the siblings will be coming to PR.. Mum has start to notice that TS and ES are getting closer and closer every fortnight.. Hmmm! Something fishy is going on??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next Saturday, we will be going back to Penang for the Chinese New Year.. The kids will 'ponteng' school for 3 days.. Ai baru start sekolah dah nak ponteng 3 hari... Apa dahh.. We will come back on Thursday as on Friday, it's my last lesson for my cake class.. I can't afford to miss the last day, right???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder how my younger sis is.. She had just started work on Monday after 4months of maternity leave.. Hope everything is smooth sailing for her.. Will find out more from her this weekend when I see her at PR..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, take care!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-4108858619609352995?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/4108858619609352995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/4108858619609352995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m still alive...'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-125406300966757215</id><published>2008-12-22T11:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:30:03.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are now @ KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi folks! Guess what?? We are now @ KL.. We reached here yesterday @ around 2.30pm.. It was all my hubby's idea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going for our lunch in a while.. The kids are enjoying themselves as the hotel that we are staying have the indoor amusement park.. They can't wait to go there and also the swimming pool.. Since yesterday they have been bugging to go but because we just reached, we thought today will be the best time to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-125406300966757215?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/125406300966757215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/125406300966757215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-are-now-kl.html' title='We are now @ KL'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-7719503579984770203</id><published>2008-12-19T10:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:29:17.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations to my dear niece.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First of all, I wished to congratulate my dear niece for passing her 'N' level exams with flying colours.. All your efforts had paid off with the good results that you achieved.. You will be sitting for your 'O' level next year and thus you have to put in extra effort if you want to further your studies in Polytechnic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, mum said that she felt a bit giddy.. I told her maybe she is 'kanchong' about this Saturday.. I told her to rest and do only the light household chores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, I brought mum to buy some stuffs for the engagement day... To our surprise, we also met Triana and her mum down there! Alamak pecah tembelanglah... They were also getting some stuffs for the engagement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my younger bro engagement day.. I will start to make the eclairs and cupcakes later in the afternoon for tomorrow event..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-7719503579984770203?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/7719503579984770203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/7719503579984770203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/12/congratulations-to-my-dear-niece.html' title='Congratulations to my dear niece.'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-4158314532567579122</id><published>2008-12-11T10:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:27:16.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya Aidiladha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was raining heavily during Hari Raya Aidiladha... Maybe this is what people say; "Airmata kambing/lembu yang akan dikorbankan".. We were the last to reach PR that day and my ta-jie and family had already left by then to go to her in-laws place.. Too bad, I could not passed the konnyaku jellies that I've made for my nieces.. Takde rezekilah katakan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As usual, ta-sao brought the 'amchimpeng' (charkuey).. She also prepared the butter prawn, not bad.. Er-sao would never missed her 'sambal telur burung puyuh' during both Hari Raya... I think that's her speciality..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got to know from mum that ta-sao will be taking care of Sofea when my meimei return back to work on Monday.. I wondered whether will she be able to take care of Sofea.. When she started to take care of Haslinah (her daughter), she was already 8mths old... I'm not sure whether she's capable of handling babies... I hope she will not be blur.. When she took care of Haslinah, she ever wore the clothings 'terbalik'... I really hope she will be more focused when attending to Sofea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My didi's engagement is next Saturday.. This weekend, I will bring mum to buy some stuffs.. Last weekend, I didn't managed to bring her as she had to return the pots and pans to Cik Maznah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, I had my migraine attack again... It was quite serious as I felt giddy the whole day, but surprisingly at night , I couldn't sleep... Now I'm feeling sleepy and tired but I couldn't sleep as my kids are having their mandarin tuition later.. I guessed I have to endure it till after 2pm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Till then, see ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-4158314532567579122?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/4158314532567579122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/4158314532567579122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/12/hari-raya-aidiladha.html' title='Hari Raya Aidiladha'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-6546946067115892509</id><published>2008-12-04T09:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:46:01.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got my space back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, the moment that I have been waiting for had come.. I have gotten back my space... Yay!! Yahooo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As planned, my MIL and BIL went back on Tuesday night... We all followed them to JB as they took the bus from there.. We left home at about 5pm as we are afraid of the traffic jam.. Luckily the traffic was not so bad.. We straightaway went for dinner at Jusco Skudai, after which we shopped for a while as it was still early..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We left Jusco at 8.30pm and headed for Larkin bus-station.. After check-in, we waited for the bus to come.. My BIL was very excited about going home as he kept calling his wife every now and then, using my MIL handphone.. She got angry as my dear hubby had just top-up her prepaid card and yet her other son used it freely... His own phone had spoilt already and his dear brother had bought a new one for him.. Almost every year, my hubby have to buy them a new handphone.. I wondered what they do to the old one??? Could it be that they sold it?? It is impossible for them to damage the phone every year, right??? Hey, they thought my hubby 'chop' money, is it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The bus came on time at 9.45pm and after all had boarded, the bus began its journey at 10pm sharp.. We left soon after that and reached home almost 11pm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next morning, hubby called his mum at about 8.30am to ask whether have they reached.. They said no, and will be reaching in about 15 mins time.. When hubby came home from work that evening, I asked him what time they reached and he said that they reached home at about 9.30am.. That's too long, especially when you took the bus and travel at night.. I thought they should be reaching there slightly earlier than that.. Anyway, they had reached there safe and sound.. Thanked God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, yesterday I was more relaxed.. I changed and washed all their bedsheets and pillow-cases, especially the blue room where my BIL was sleeping.. The kids complained of the 'smell' from that room..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was also the last day of my pastry class at Upp Thomson Rd.. The school will be shifting to a new location at Kampong Glam near Sultan Mosque.. Our classes will be temporary stopped until the new location is done-up.. We are expected to resume the classes somewhere during the 3rd week of Jan 2009..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This weekend, I will bring mum to buy some stuffs for my younger bro engagement.. Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha to all Muslimin and Muslimat.. See ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-6546946067115892509?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/6546946067115892509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/6546946067115892509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-got-my-space-back.html' title='I got my space back...'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-9192801178467146735</id><published>2008-11-27T16:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T16:53:12.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.. I'm back, again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi everybody! I'm back again after so long.. There has been so many activities going on during this school holidays.. On top of that, my mother-in-law is in town too, together with her other son, who is my hubby's younger bro.. Luckily, they are going back home next Tuesday.. I can't wait for the day to come..&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last weekend was my didi's 'minang' day.. The six of us were, mum, ta ge, ta jie, er ge, the 'wakil' and myself went to the girl's place.. My didi was the driver for that day.. He swopped his car with my hubby.. It was heavy downpour on that day.. Everything went smooth and it was fixed that 20th Dec 2008 is the engagement day... That will be almost 3 weeks away from now.. Didi had decided to give 5 trays of gifts to his beau..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This weekend will be the last weekend that my MIL go to PR.. She will bid farewell to her 'besan'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-9192801178467146735?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/9192801178467146735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/9192801178467146735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-im-back-again.html' title='Hello.. I&apos;m back, again..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-2986844362685315823</id><published>2008-11-10T16:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:55:09.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asyiq Graduation Concert..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Saturday was Asyiq graduation concert.. It was held at the UCC (University Cultural Centre).. For the past few weeks, he had been busy practicing the concert in school and we as parents also busy sending him for the concert rehearsal prior to the actual day..&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;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That Saturday morning, we had to send him to school first at 8.00am as the bus will be leaving at 8.15am.. Very troublesome.. We left at about 9.00am to go to UCC.. As dear hubby was not very sure of the place, we used the GPS.. To make things worse, this GPS also could not locate the place... Pegi buang lagi baik benda ni.. In the end, I had to find the road directory and managed to reach there just in time..&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;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We were not allowed to take any photos or videos during the concert.. This is a combined concert from various centres, so the concert was a bit too long and Syafiq started to feel bored... In the end he fall asleep despite the loud noise from the performances..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The concert ended at around 1pm.. We managed to take some photos outside the hall together with Asyiq's best friend, Danish.. We went to the nearest shopping centre, Vivocity to had our lunch..&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/8769639265479629366-2986844362685315823?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/2986844362685315823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/2986844362685315823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/11/asyiq-graduation-concert.html' title='Asyiq Graduation Concert..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-4695394340103516420</id><published>2008-10-28T22:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:05:22.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little niece cukur rambut is confirmed!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SQ5cMdahXwI/AAAAAAAAACI/JBgbFlcLOPA/s1600-h/Hui+Ying.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264246383566741250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SQ5cMdahXwI/AAAAAAAAACI/JBgbFlcLOPA/s320/Hui+Ying.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last weekend, mum confirmed that Sofea Chen Hui Ying's cukur rambut will be on Sunday, 16 Nov 2008 at PR.. She will be exactly 2mth old by then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We have to face so many 'spelling' from er-ge before this date is confirmed, like the place is very far, his kids are having madrasah on Sundays on so on.. Actually mum would prefer to have it earlier than this date, but since er-ge not free and kids still schooling, so we'll have it on 16/11/08 which happen to be school holidays..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mum said meimei wants Cik Maznah to do the cooking.. Mum will prepare the berkat herself.. As for me, I'm still thinking what to prepare or bring on that day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-4695394340103516420?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/4695394340103516420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/4695394340103516420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-niece-cukur-rambut-is-confirmed.html' title='Little niece cukur rambut is confirmed!!'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SQ5cMdahXwI/AAAAAAAAACI/JBgbFlcLOPA/s72-c/Hui+Ying.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-8968832879116765735</id><published>2008-10-22T11:56:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:30:02.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Open House..</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last weekend was our open house.. A day before, I was told by ibu that didi will be bringing his &lt;em&gt;beau&lt;/em&gt; along..Wow! I felt real honoured that he's bringing his beau to be introduced to the rest of my siblings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The buffet caterer arrived early than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; our desired time.. They were supposed to reach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;at about 12.30pm but instead they reached at 11.45am.. They claimed that, that day they had a lot of wedding orders and as for lunch order, it's only ours.. Soon after, my nieces came.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yati asked what's the &lt;em&gt;'surprise'&lt;/em&gt; that I mentioned in my previous entry and I told her that paman is bringing her girlfriend.. They were very eager to meet her.. Just after zohor, &lt;em&gt;didi&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;ibu &lt;/em&gt;arrived, without the beau.. Ibu told me that there was a change of plan.. Actually they were supposed to fetch her and then came to our house, but that day, mum's friend, &lt;em&gt;Cik Maznah&lt;/em&gt;, called her and asked her to go to her place first before going to our house.. She said that she could not make it to our house as she has to go to JB for some matters and that she had prepared &lt;em&gt;nasi minyak&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;ayam merah&lt;/em&gt; for our open house... Then came my &lt;em&gt;ta-jie&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;hubby&lt;/em&gt;..After solat zohor, &lt;em&gt;didi&lt;/em&gt; told me that he'll be going out and be back by maghrib with '&lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;'.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Almost all our guests came except for about some who couldn't make it.. Dear hubby colleagues came and one of them, the son suffered from very serious eczema, also came dressed in short pants and shortsleeved t-shirt, exposing all the wounds.. Looked very scary though... I wondered whether is it contagious but hubby said no.. Actually the parents should have dressed him in long-sleeved t-shirt and pants, so that others won't know.. People might wonder, why they don't take good care of their only son..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ta-ge and family reached at about 4plus pm, followed by meimei and family.. Little &lt;em&gt;Sofea&lt;/em&gt; was sound asleep.. Er-ge and family were the last to reach..Yeahlah, we are not the &lt;em&gt;'best friend'&lt;/em&gt; what.. That's why come late!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Before &lt;em&gt;meimei&lt;/em&gt; went home, she asked for my permission to pack some food for her MIL and I said okay as the food was a lot.. When&lt;em&gt; ta-sao&lt;/em&gt; saw &lt;em&gt;meimei&lt;/em&gt; packed the food, she also started to pack... Hello!!! How dare you..Gerammmmnyeee.... Even mum also asked me to see... She bagged almost all the food that were available.. It's not that I'm not sincere, I AM SINCERE!! But the sight of her &lt;em&gt;'kelakuan'&lt;/em&gt; boils me.. Earlier on she told me that ta-ge was not well and couldn't eat.. So, in front of her hubby, I asked &lt;em&gt;ta-ge&lt;/em&gt; what's wrong and whether he ate the food or not... He said he was okay and that he DID ate the food.. So what's happening here??? Who is talking the real one?? Of course I believed my ta-ge.. Ta-sao did admit a few months ago that she IS very BLURRED in most things... If you want to&lt;em&gt; 'tahpau'&lt;/em&gt;,I don't mind but don't give me the lame excuse cos I will definately find out the truth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;'special guest'&lt;/em&gt; that we all had been waiting for finally came after maghrib.. For the very first time, she saw all of our family members.. A very BIG one! Hope she won't be &lt;em&gt;'frightened'&lt;/em&gt; by us.. Kata orang kalau ramai ipar-duai, banyak &lt;em&gt;'colok' (banyak mulut)&lt;/em&gt;.. But I think my sisters and I are not included in that category&lt;em&gt; (mengaku seh!)..&lt;/em&gt; Usually is the &lt;em&gt;'other' side&lt;/em&gt;.. So many comments here and there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;At almost 8pm, &lt;em&gt;meime&lt;/em&gt;i left as &lt;em&gt;Hui Ying&lt;/em&gt; had already slept followed by ta-ge.. Just before they left, ta-sao still got the cheek to thanked me for 'tahpauing' the food... Sekali aku mintak balik baru padan muka dia.... Hahaha.. Mum, didi and &lt;em&gt;Triana (that's her name),&lt;/em&gt; were the last to leave.. Overall I'm happy that&lt;em&gt; didi&lt;/em&gt; had willingly &lt;em&gt;'introduced'&lt;/em&gt; his beau to all of our siblings.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SQZpOgNrxvI/AAAAAAAAABo/2jZN7DidSRM/s1600-h/18102008303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262008912515417842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SQZpOgNrxvI/AAAAAAAAABo/2jZN7DidSRM/s320/18102008303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Si tuan rumah sedang beraksi panaskan mee goreng..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SQZqr7VaA2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/cY4EKI2IArU/s1600-h/18102008302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262010517523399522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SQZqr7VaA2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/cY4EKI2IArU/s320/18102008302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si cucu manja dengan neneknya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-8968832879116765735?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8968832879116765735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8968832879116765735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-open-house.html' title='Our Open House..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SQZpOgNrxvI/AAAAAAAAABo/2jZN7DidSRM/s72-c/18102008303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-3118678996072177782</id><published>2008-10-17T10:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:52:26.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Women's gathering..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Tuesday, I called mum at about 11am to ask how she's doing.. Then at almost 2pm, I received a call from mum's number.. Feeling nervous, I thought something happened.. But when I answered the call, it was my &lt;em&gt;meimei's&lt;/em&gt; voice.. Thanked God!!. Apparently, she went to mum's house with her baby.. How brave of her to bring the baby to take bus and then cab to go to mum's house.. She said mum asked her to call me to &lt;em&gt;'kacau2'&lt;/em&gt; aje.. She said if I'm free can join her there.. Thinking that Asyiqin has homework to do, I told her maybe I can't join her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After Asyiqin finished her Mandarin tuition, I straightaway checked her school bag and asked her whether she has homework to do.. She said 'no' and I asked her whether she wants to go to nenek's house and she said 'yes'..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After I send the other 2 kids to school and fetch Asyiq, we took a cab and went there... During the journey the 2 kids dozed off.. Upon reaching, mum is carrying Sofea.. We talked about some family matters.. It's like a women's gathering without the men around..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the evening, dear hubby came after fetching the other 2 kids.. After Maghrib, we left Pasir Ris, send meimei home first before headed to ours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow is our open house.. The kids are excited as the cousins will be coming.. Not sure whether there will be a&lt;em&gt; 'surprise'&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow.. Just wait and see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P/S : Dear sis, thank you for everything.. When I need to pour my heart out, I know who to look for..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-3118678996072177782?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/3118678996072177782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/3118678996072177782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/10/womens-gathering.html' title='A Women&apos;s gathering..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-1574910820449145956</id><published>2008-10-14T09:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:37:27.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya Visit.. (continue)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Saturday, we have three houses to visit.. First was my old neighbour, &lt;em&gt;Nur &lt;/em&gt;whose son, &lt;em&gt;Zulqarnain&lt;/em&gt;, happen to be &lt;em&gt;Asyiqin's &lt;/em&gt;kindergarten classmate and dance partner in her graduation concert.. The other two was my ta-ge and er-ge's house.. We went to my old neighbour's house after zohor.. Luckily at that time, the other guests had not reached yet so the house was not crowded.. We left at about 3pm and headed to ta-ge's house..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Upon reaching,&lt;em&gt; mum, didi and er-ge's family&lt;/em&gt; had arrived.. Wah! How come &lt;em&gt;er-sao&lt;/em&gt; came early hah?? During iftar the other week, she also came early.. Ada apa2 ke ni??? Maklumlah, kawan baiklah katakan... &lt;em&gt;Ta-sao&lt;/em&gt; prepared &lt;em&gt;mee goreng and fried chicken drumlets&lt;/em&gt;.. Mum also brought the same &lt;em&gt;mee goreng&lt;/em&gt;... So we had two same mee goreng but different taste as it was from two different cooks.. Before eating, I asked dear hubby in front of my ta-sao, to guess which one was done by mum and ta-sao.. To my surprise, he guessed correctly... He told ta-sao that he had been eating mum's mee goreng for so long, that by looking at the appearance, he can tell already.. How clever of him! Yaya papaya nampak!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Soon after, we all left for er-ge's house.. While er-sao prepared drinks, mum, ta-ge, er-ge and myself talked about visiting &lt;em&gt;meimei..&lt;/em&gt; Er-ge said why not we all go together to visit her... Mum said, let's go and '&lt;em&gt;brighten'&lt;/em&gt; her house.. Immediately, I called and told her about our visitation.. She was a bit shocked but eventually let us come.. We told her we'll be there at about 6plus pm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During the journey, meimei called and asked where were we... I told her we were already on the way and would reached her place in about 10 minutes... At the void deck, I warned all the kids to be quiet and behaved themselves as the owner of the house does not like &lt;em&gt;'bising-bising'&lt;/em&gt;.. Didi was surprised that the kids behaved and I told him that I had warned them beforehand..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little Sofea&lt;/em&gt; was sleeping and don't know of our visitation.. Her paternal grandma just sat at the sofa and see &lt;em&gt;'our gelagat'&lt;/em&gt; without saying much words.. I went to look at her and her cheeks started to '&lt;em&gt;tembam'&lt;/em&gt; already... She looked fairer and more '&lt;em&gt;chinese' &lt;/em&gt;than during Hari Raya.. We left half an hour later as meimei had to bring her daughter to see the doctor.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, &lt;em&gt;Asyiq&lt;/em&gt; goes to school in the morning as his school is having a combined graduation concert rehersal at &lt;em&gt;Yio Chu Kang Kinderland&lt;/em&gt; school.. So &lt;em&gt;Syafiqah&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Syafiq&lt;/em&gt; are at home with me now.. Less quiet as compared to when all four are at home... Later when I send them to school, I have to sneak some time to talk to Syafiq's chinese teacher, &lt;em&gt;Mdm Xie&lt;/em&gt;.. Don't know what happen, when I fetched them yesterday, Syafiq looked sad and not cheerful.. When asked, he cried.. In order to consoled him, we went to &lt;em&gt;MacDonald's&lt;/em&gt; before headed home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-1574910820449145956?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/1574910820449145956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/1574910820449145956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/10/hari-raya-visit-continue.html' title='Hari Raya Visit.. (continue)'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-7175048327409730634</id><published>2008-10-13T07:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:05:43.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya Visit..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Friday night, we went to visit &lt;em&gt;Yana's&lt;/em&gt; house which was nearby my &lt;em&gt;ta-jie's&lt;/em&gt; house.. We reached there at about 8pm and her husband was not back from work yet.. We talked about the new scholl that the kids are going to attend next year.. Yana said that after I mentioned to her that the kids are going to &lt;em&gt;Purple Train&lt;/em&gt;, she and &lt;em&gt;Su&lt;/em&gt; (my other friend), went there to make queries... She was very impressed by their syllabus and environment, but was not ready to send her youngest son there.. She wants our feedback next year.. Actually, the one who wanted to know more about the school is Su, as her daughter is in the same class as &lt;em&gt;Syafiq&lt;/em&gt;, but instead Yana is the one who do most of the talking..Yana served us &lt;em&gt;nasi himpit, beef satay goreng and macaroni soup..&lt;/em&gt; I cautioned dear hubby to eat a little bit of beef as he's having &lt;em&gt;'gout'&lt;/em&gt;.. We ate a little as we had just taken our dinner.. We waited for her hubby to return from work but until 9plus pm still no sign of him, so we decided to make a move..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We reached &lt;em&gt;ta-jie's&lt;/em&gt; house at about 9.30pm already.. Dear hubby said if I had not informed my niece about our coming, he wouldn't want to go as he felt that it is already late.. &lt;em&gt;Ta-jie&lt;/em&gt; said that &lt;em&gt;Wafiqah's&lt;/em&gt; family were waiting for us but since there's no sign, they left.. &lt;em&gt;Selisih jalan lah katakan&lt;/em&gt;.. My &lt;em&gt;bro-in-law&lt;/em&gt; was not home as he went to &lt;em&gt;Perjumpaan Hari Raya&lt;/em&gt;.. Most of the time, my ta-jie and I talked about &lt;em&gt;'perkara yang lepas'&lt;/em&gt; (I shall not go into details as it is a very long story)... I felt very very relieved after I let almost all out of my chest... At least I still have an elder sis, whom I can talked to and share about all the things that had been happening.. She too share some stuff which I myself don't know... It's like two long-lost sisters met after years of separation.. Somehow I'm very glad that we started to get close to each other.. Mum also said that she was happy to see us getting close and said that if she were to go one day, her eyes will 'tutup rapat'.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I only have this to say: Let's us &lt;em&gt;"Buang yang keruh, ambil yang jernih. Yang dah lepas, biarkan berlalu.. Kita masih lagi punya waktu untuk perbetulkan keadaan sebelum ianya pergi buat selamanya... Tuhan masih beri kita kesempatan untuk bersatu hati sebagai adik-beradik, seperti peribahasa, Air dicincang tidak akan putus.. Jika arwah bapak boleh melihat, tentu dia akan gembira.. Kita tak boleh salahkan ibu-bapa kita kerana di waktu itu, keadaan tidak menyebelahi mereka dan mungkin juga mereka tiada pilihan disebabkan tiada yang berani menyokong mereka.. Marilah kita sama2 buang segala yang keruh dan ambil peluang yang ada untuk membahagiakan ibu kita yang masih berada disamping kita sebelum ianya terlambat.&lt;/em&gt; Sob! Sob! Sob!. (Macam bersyarah pulak.. But I mean every word I say!) Cakap punya cakap, tak sedar hari sudah lewat malam sampaikan &lt;em&gt;Asyiqin&lt;/em&gt; tertidur... &lt;em&gt;Asyiq&lt;/em&gt; dan &lt;em&gt;Syafiqah&lt;/em&gt; dah&lt;em&gt; 'signal'&lt;/em&gt; bila nak balik.. We left at about 11.15pm.. (Maaf ya!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That I night, I could not sleep, maybe I'm too happy that I had talked so much to my sis.. Dear sis, thank you for listening and sharing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-7175048327409730634?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/7175048327409730634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/7175048327409730634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/10/hari-raya-visit.html' title='Hari Raya Visit..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-398712810417057160</id><published>2008-10-09T16:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:13:59.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asyiqin is sick..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Asyiqin is not feeling well today.. She's having a flu.. Too bad, she still has to go to school as today is her exam day.. Don't tell me she got the &lt;em&gt;'exam bug'&lt;/em&gt; already.. This morning, when dear hubby send her to school, he said that her dear daughter looked stress.. Yeahlah, exam coming what?? You not stress but she does.. How about me??? I'm stressed too, can't you tell??? I've been having sleepless night.. Can't seem to fall asleep until almost 1.00am.. Next morning must wake-up at 6.00am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I submit the withdrawal form for the Kinderland kindergarten.. Guess what?? A lot of people started to &lt;em&gt;'interview'&lt;/em&gt; me.. They asked so many questions like why I stop sending my kids there, what's the reason behind, and so on.. Lately, we found that the school is not up to standard like some informations are not passed down to the children properly.. Syafiq was bitten on his cheek by one of his classmate.. Syafiqah's &lt;em&gt;'so-called partner'&lt;/em&gt; refused to teach her mandarin words during one lesson.. Dear hubby also found that there are many &lt;em&gt;'China'&lt;/em&gt; student coming in.. Just happen, Syafiqah's partner is from China.. He said that they can be quite selfish and would not teach or share with the local.. Hello... Tolong sedar sikit hah.. Awak tu orang pendatang.. Jangan nak berlagak di negeri orang pulak..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday called mum and wished her Selamat Hari Raya again as she and '&lt;em&gt;didi&lt;/em&gt;' had completed the &lt;em&gt;'puasa enam'..&lt;/em&gt; She asked me whether I have finished visiting my brothers and sister.. I told her not yet.. Maybe weekend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for her, she had to wait for my &lt;em&gt;'didi'&lt;/em&gt; to bring her around.. She asked whether &lt;em&gt;Kak Lim's&lt;/em&gt; open house is confirm and I told her I have not heard or received any sms from her yet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow is &lt;em&gt;Ta-sao's&lt;/em&gt; daughter birthday.. Not sure whether they would celebrate at Pasir Ris this weekend.. Let's 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/8769639265479629366-398712810417057160?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/398712810417057160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/398712810417057160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/10/asyiqin-is-sick.html' title='Asyiqin is sick..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-8122997961345985968</id><published>2008-10-07T07:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:42:48.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SOqsFLWNS4I/AAAAAAAAABY/TLqis0kA-l0/s1600-h/DSCF0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254201120226364290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SOqsFLWNS4I/AAAAAAAAABY/TLqis0kA-l0/s320/DSCF0532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SOqkZG2CRWI/AAAAAAAAABI/nj5_h_PS2eU/s1600-h/My+Family+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254192666522043746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SOqkZG2CRWI/AAAAAAAAABI/nj5_h_PS2eU/s320/My+Family+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Pasir Ris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's wishing everyone "Selamat Hari Raya"! It's been a busy week for me as Asyiqin's exams are coming.. I have not done much visiting yet except for last week we went to &lt;em&gt;Cik Maznah's&lt;/em&gt; house at &lt;em&gt;Aljunied Crescent&lt;/em&gt;.. She is &lt;em&gt;mum's best friend&lt;/em&gt; and also &lt;em&gt;'mak angkat'&lt;/em&gt; for my hubby.. (just by name only)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I planned to visit my other siblings houses provided I have the mood... Lately I feel like no mood to go anywhere even though its the festive season, but I still have to do it.. Not sure whether this weekend &lt;em&gt;Kak Lim&lt;/em&gt; is having her &lt;em&gt;'open house'&lt;/em&gt;.. She did mention to me last week but have not heard any confirmation from her yet.. My &lt;em&gt;'open house'&lt;/em&gt; will be next weekend, &lt;em&gt;18 October 2008&lt;/em&gt;.. I have to start the preparation soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-8122997961345985968?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8122997961345985968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8122997961345985968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/10/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya!'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SOqsFLWNS4I/AAAAAAAAABY/TLqis0kA-l0/s72-c/DSCF0532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-6566669345365686961</id><published>2008-09-27T08:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:25:01.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last weekend of Ramadhan..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is the last weekend of Ramadhan, and we will be going to &lt;em&gt;Ta-ge's&lt;/em&gt; house for iftar.. I'm not sure whether &lt;em&gt;Ta-sao&lt;/em&gt; will still serve the &lt;em&gt;laksa &lt;/em&gt;today or maybe there's a change in the menu, who knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, when I called mum, she said that she's feeling giddy.. I think she thinks a lot about my &lt;em&gt;meimei&lt;/em&gt; who is on confinement now... She feels bad that she can't help her to take care.. During her visitation last weekend at her place, she can't control her emotions and stayed for a while before leaving for &lt;em&gt;Ta-jie's&lt;/em&gt; house..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to call my meimei, just to ask how she's doing but have not done so as I was in NO MOOD at all... Don't know why leh... Yesterday I just started making some cookies... If not for &lt;em&gt;Asyiqin&lt;/em&gt; who wanted to help put the &lt;em&gt;'gula manik'&lt;/em&gt; on the &lt;em&gt;Biskut Dahlia,&lt;/em&gt; I will not do it.. Anyway hubby already bought some cookies from JB.. I guessed that should be enough..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the electric fans in the house had already been cleaned except for the window grills and windows... I think I will asked hubby to clean them later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming Monday, I will have a &lt;em&gt;'peaceful'&lt;/em&gt; day at home as all my kids will be in school in the morning.. &lt;em&gt;Asyiqin&lt;/em&gt; is already in the morning session... &lt;em&gt;Asyiq, Syafiqah and Syafiq&lt;/em&gt; will be attending &lt;em&gt;the musical puppet show&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;em&gt;Singapore Discovery Centre&lt;/em&gt; from 9.00am to 3.00pm.. I thought of trying to bake the &lt;em&gt;Cake Lapis&lt;/em&gt; on Monday provided I have the mood to do so.. Hehehe! If not I think I just &lt;em&gt;'lepak'&lt;/em&gt; aje lah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-6566669345365686961?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/6566669345365686961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/6566669345365686961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-weekend-of-ramadhan.html' title='Last weekend of Ramadhan..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-7480215795164663906</id><published>2008-09-23T20:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:05:06.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iftar at my Ta-jie's house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Saturday, we had our iftar at my &lt;em&gt;ta-jie's&lt;/em&gt; house.. As planned, she cooked &lt;em&gt;Indian rojak, air kathirah,bubur nasi and kuih lompat tikam&lt;/em&gt;.. Mum brought &lt;em&gt;roti kirai and curry chicken&lt;/em&gt;.. I think&lt;em&gt; ta-sao&lt;/em&gt; brought &lt;em&gt;otak-otak and ikan pari bakar&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;em&gt;Er-sao&lt;/em&gt; brought&lt;em&gt; fried nuggets, sausages and longan cocktail&lt;/em&gt;.. As for me, I brought the &lt;em&gt;fried mee and jellies&lt;/em&gt;... So when everybody arrived, you can imagined the wide spread of food from one end to the other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought we were the last to reach.. Apparently not, it was my &lt;em&gt;er-ge&lt;/em&gt; and family who reached just in time for the &lt;em&gt;'buka'&lt;/em&gt;.. As usual, &lt;em&gt;er-sao&lt;/em&gt; brought&lt;em&gt; pandan leaves&lt;/em&gt;.. I thought it was meant for my &lt;em&gt;ta-jie&lt;/em&gt;, but &lt;em&gt;it's not&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;em&gt;It's for my mum&lt;/em&gt;.. I think maybe the pandan leaves at Pasir Ris is more expensive than Bkt Panjang.. Ha ha ha.. Let's see whether this weekend, will she bring again at Sengkang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Maghrib, all the guys &lt;em&gt;'solat berjemaah berimamkan my bro-in-law'&lt;/em&gt;.. It brought back old memories whereby my late dad would have the congregation Maghrib prayers.. I missed that moment sooo much.. It was a moment whereby all the family members would gather together to '&lt;em&gt;solat'&lt;/em&gt;.. To all my nieces, please grab the chance while you still have it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ta-sao&lt;/em&gt; helped me in washing the dishes.. While washing, she asked me about &lt;em&gt;Ros..&lt;/em&gt; Instantly I got real mad.. I replied that I don't know... No doubt she is my&lt;em&gt; meimei&lt;/em&gt;, she think I &lt;em&gt;'jaga'&lt;/em&gt; her or what??? If she wants to know about her, she could just gave her a call, not just by asking me!! Pff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Er-sao&lt;/em&gt; said that this iftar session at different places every week, should be continued for the years to come.. She already booked the first week of Ramadhan for the next year... Wow! That's superfast man.. &lt;em&gt;Ta-jie&lt;/em&gt; also booked for the second week.. The third and subsequent weeks will be my &lt;em&gt;ta-ge&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; myself&lt;/em&gt;.. We have not done any booking yet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going back, as usual, each one of us had to &lt;em&gt;'tahpau'&lt;/em&gt; the food.. Not sure whether the &lt;em&gt;'tp queen' tahpau&lt;/em&gt; a lot as she was not feeling well that day.. When we reached the void deck, I asked &lt;em&gt;ta-sao&lt;/em&gt; what's wrong with her.. She said she felt like want to vomit.. Mum said maybe she ate too much for &lt;em&gt;buka..&lt;/em&gt; After hubby drove the car down from the carpark, I took the medicated oil and gave it to her... She rubbed it on the chest and said she should be better in just a while.. Mum said can gave them a lift as it was along the same way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Saturday is going to be the last weekend of Ramadhan and it will be at my &lt;em&gt;ta-ge's&lt;/em&gt; house.. &lt;em&gt;Ta-sao&lt;/em&gt; said she will be cooking &lt;em&gt;Laksa..&lt;/em&gt; Mum said maybe she will prepare the &lt;em&gt;'roti boyan'&lt;/em&gt; and e&lt;em&gt;r-sao,&lt;/em&gt; as usual, said will bring the&lt;em&gt; 'ringan'&lt;/em&gt; one. &lt;em&gt;What is the ringan one&lt;/em&gt;??? I wondered... As for me, I will bring &lt;em&gt;fried kway teow..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, we went to JB to buy some cookies for Hari Raya.. Luckily the jammed was not that bad.. I intend to make some, but until today have not done so.. Like &lt;em&gt;'no mood'&lt;/em&gt;.. I thought when Hari Raya is coming nearer, I would be more excited.. Apparently not for me, don't know why??? Maybe as you grow older, the joy of celebrating is meant for the younger ones.. &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/8769639265479629366-7480215795164663906?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/7480215795164663906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/7480215795164663906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/09/iftar-at-my-ta-jies-house.html' title='Iftar at my Ta-jie&apos;s house'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-1823237076598803277</id><published>2008-09-17T20:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:00:49.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little 'S' has finally arrived.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SND6ytYyvCI/AAAAAAAAABA/zsx3bBPgCF4/s1600-h/Sofea+Chen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246969314970614818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SND6ytYyvCI/AAAAAAAAABA/zsx3bBPgCF4/s400/Sofea+Chen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Little &lt;em&gt;'Sofea Chen'&lt;/em&gt; has finally arrived in this world on Monday late evening through c-sect.. Both mother and child are fine.. This baby has the '&lt;em&gt;chinese'&lt;/em&gt; look... Of course lah... Her father is &lt;em&gt;Chinese&lt;/em&gt; what.. See how &lt;em&gt;'syioknya' dia tidur&lt;/em&gt;... Jealous seh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If everything goes well, my &lt;em&gt;meimei&lt;/em&gt; will be discharge tomorrow afternoon.. I wondered where will she go back to, Pasir Ris or Whampoa.. If possible, mum would like her to go back to Pasir Ris so that mum can help to take care of her and the baby as she had just had her c-sect...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night, after &lt;em&gt;'buka',&lt;/em&gt; we went to pay her a visit.. Soon after, my&lt;em&gt; ta-ge&lt;/em&gt; and family also came followed by &lt;em&gt;mum, didi and Makcik Maznah&lt;/em&gt; who tagged along..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So &lt;em&gt;Meimei &lt;/em&gt;won't be able to join us during iftar for the next two weeks... We can only see her and family on Hari Raya at Pasir Ris, insyaAllah... I can't wait by then, how this little "S" would look like after two weeks... Let's wait and see...&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/8769639265479629366-1823237076598803277?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/1823237076598803277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/1823237076598803277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-s-has-finally-arrived.html' title='Little &apos;S&apos; has finally arrived.'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SND6ytYyvCI/AAAAAAAAABA/zsx3bBPgCF4/s72-c/Sofea+Chen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-1327537638350034580</id><published>2008-09-16T09:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:17:30.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I received an sms from Meimei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At almost 1 o'clock on Monday, I received a message from my &lt;em&gt;meimei&lt;/em&gt; saying that she had to go for an emergency c-sect later that evening at 6pm.. She said that the water level was very low and she had slight contraction, but when checked her cervix was closed.. She also said not to call her as she was emotionally overwhelmed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sad that I could not talk to her to offer some comforting words.. After fetching &lt;em&gt;Asyiqin&lt;/em&gt; from school, I straightaway called mum to let her know.. My &lt;em&gt;meimei&lt;/em&gt; asked us to pray for her.. There was nothing much we could do except for praying for her, hope that she'll have a smooth delivery..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;em&gt;'buka',&lt;/em&gt; my &lt;em&gt;didi&lt;/em&gt; messaged me and asked whether I have any update from them... I told him I will message &lt;em&gt;Omar&lt;/em&gt; and let him know once I got any news.. &lt;em&gt;Omar&lt;/em&gt; called me after receiving my sms and told me that &lt;em&gt;Ros&lt;/em&gt; was awake already.. Both mother and child were fine.. I asked him to sms the details of the ward..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my &lt;em&gt;didi&lt;/em&gt; and update him on the info... I told mum not to worry as Ros &lt;em&gt;'dah selamat melahirkan puterinya'...&lt;/em&gt; Next I smsed my other siblings about the news...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-1327537638350034580?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/1327537638350034580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/1327537638350034580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-received-sms-from-meimei.html' title='I received an sms from Meimei'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-3778830043096946523</id><published>2008-09-15T09:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:42:36.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iftar at my Er-ge's house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Saturday, we had our iftar at my &lt;em&gt;er-ge's&lt;/em&gt; house.. When we reached the car park, my &lt;em&gt;didi&lt;/em&gt; and mum also just reached and we went up together... I told mum that I had received an sms from my &lt;em&gt;meimei&lt;/em&gt; saying that she won't be coming as she was feeling exceptionally &lt;em&gt;'letih' &lt;/em&gt;and her hubby also had some test papers to mark..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached, my &lt;em&gt;ta-jie's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; family &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;ta-ge's family&lt;/em&gt; had already reached.. There were a lot of spread on the table.. Something funny happened that day... After break fast, as the rest of my nieces were busy playing the &lt;em&gt;'bunga api'&lt;/em&gt; with my &lt;em&gt;didi&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;er-sao&lt;/em&gt; didn't realised that &lt;em&gt;Syafiq&lt;/em&gt; was in one of the room.. He was inside the &lt;em&gt;'toy car'&lt;/em&gt;.. She thought no one was inside and switched off the lights.. A moment later, &lt;em&gt;Syafiq&lt;/em&gt; came out of the room.. We all had a good laugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As there were too much food, everyone of us ended up &lt;em&gt;'tahpau'&lt;/em&gt;.. My &lt;em&gt;ta-jie&lt;/em&gt;, who is not a &lt;em&gt;'tahpau'&lt;/em&gt; person, was forced to &lt;em&gt;'tahpau' &lt;/em&gt;also... The &lt;em&gt;'tahpau queen'&lt;/em&gt; bagged almost all the food... &lt;em&gt;(Make a guess who this person is, hehehe!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week iftar will be at &lt;em&gt;ta-jie's house&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;em&gt;Akak, what's on the menu?? ( I kaypoh to know lah!) &lt;/em&gt;Just for info, I will be preparing &lt;em&gt;Mee Palembang&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Konyaku jellies, insyaAllah&lt;/em&gt;... Only in this month of Ramadhan, I have the chance to open my recipe book and try some of the dishes..&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/8769639265479629366-3778830043096946523?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/3778830043096946523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/3778830043096946523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/09/iftar-at-my-er-ges-house.html' title='Iftar at my Er-ge&apos;s house'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-978186776416125377</id><published>2008-09-13T05:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T06:13:39.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum's check-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As scheduled, my &lt;em&gt;er-ge&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; his eldest daughter&lt;/em&gt; accompanied my mum for her check-up at CGH yesterday... Luckily they don't have to wait so long for her turn... After seeing mum's report, the specialist concluded that her heart was alright and thus discharged her from the case... He did gave her a report, saying that should she feel pain in future, she could just bring the letter to Polyclinic to take medicine... He also said that mum's artileries was a bit narrow and advised her to take medication and watch out for her BP and cholestrol level... She felt relieved that she has been discharged..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, I gave her a surprised visit.. After fetching my other kids from school, we straightaway headed to PR... We just &lt;em&gt;'tahpau'&lt;/em&gt; there.. After break fast, &lt;em&gt;ta-jie&lt;/em&gt; called mum.. Then I also talked to her and asked what is she going to cook to bring to &lt;em&gt;er-ge's&lt;/em&gt; house today... &lt;em&gt;Er-sao&lt;/em&gt; is going to cook &lt;em&gt;lontong&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;soto ayam&lt;/em&gt; while &lt;em&gt;ta-jie&lt;/em&gt; is going to bring &lt;em&gt;murtabak&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;roti boyan&lt;/em&gt;... As for me, I will cook &lt;em&gt;Mi Wantan Goreng&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;em&gt;Soooo yummy&lt;/em&gt;!!! I told mum no need to cook and she felt '&lt;em&gt;paiseh'&lt;/em&gt;, go empty handed... She said maybe she will bring some fruits there... That's a good idea, I told her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered whether will I see my &lt;em&gt;meimei&lt;/em&gt; at my &lt;em&gt;er-ge's&lt;/em&gt; house today?? Let's hope so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-978186776416125377?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/978186776416125377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/978186776416125377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/09/mums-check-up.html' title='Mum&apos;s check-up'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-5033212117695263701</id><published>2008-09-11T22:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T05:51:23.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm having an ulcer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow is my mum's appt at CGH... I think she must be feeling very nervous now... Yesterday when I called her, she said she was feeling a bit giddy... She said how come already 10 days into fasting, her body still couldn't adjust to the fast.. Maybe age is really catching up real fast for her or she is very lonely at PR... At least, when she was at GE, she had her best friend staying nearby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been having ulcers one after another... It started at the top right side of the gum, followed by the bottom right side... Now I notice the left bottom side is starting to develop already.. Hubby asked me to drink &lt;em&gt;7-up&lt;/em&gt; mixed with &lt;em&gt;Eno&lt;/em&gt; to reduce the heatiness, but it doesn't helps.. I have to bear the new ulcer pain for the next few days to come... Sigh.. Maybe this is the &lt;em&gt;'dugaan' &lt;/em&gt;God gave me..&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/8769639265479629366-5033212117695263701?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/5033212117695263701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/5033212117695263701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-having-ulcer.html' title='I&apos;m having an ulcer'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-8686254167278826736</id><published>2008-09-09T07:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T08:27:51.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iftar at Pasir Ris</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last weekend, we had our iftar at my &lt;em&gt;di-di cum mum's&lt;/em&gt; house at Pasir Ris.. All my other siblings and family were there too... It's like a very big family gathering..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;em&gt;ta-jie and hubby&lt;/em&gt; were the first to reach there.. &lt;em&gt;(Wah!!! Dating nampak, dating nampak!) &lt;/em&gt;Their 3 kids didn't join as &lt;em&gt;Tini&lt;/em&gt; had to attend the netball game as spectators..&lt;em&gt; Yati and Biyah&lt;/em&gt; had to accompany her for break fast... My &lt;em&gt;ta-jie&lt;/em&gt; cooked mee siam and pengat pisang... I liked the pengat pisang as it was not soo sweet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the second to reach and shortly after, my &lt;em&gt;er-ge and family&lt;/em&gt; also reached.. We brought &lt;em&gt;fried mee&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; er-ge&lt;/em&gt; brought &lt;em&gt;Roti John and pomelo&lt;/em&gt;.. Mum said she felt like want to &lt;em&gt;'terbelahak' &lt;/em&gt;and I told her to &lt;em&gt;gosok minyak angin.. &lt;/em&gt;I helped mum to fry the chicken..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;em&gt;mei-mei&lt;/em&gt; reached as we just break fast and followed by my &lt;em&gt;ta-ge and family&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;em&gt;Mei-mei&lt;/em&gt; made &lt;em&gt;onde-onde&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;ta-ge&lt;/em&gt; brought 2 pkts of &lt;em&gt;briyani rice from Sakunthala&lt;/em&gt;... My &lt;em&gt;di-di&lt;/em&gt; also bought 2 pkts of &lt;em&gt;briyani rice from Busshorah St&lt;/em&gt;.. Mum prepared &lt;em&gt;Roti Kirai&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;curry chicken&lt;/em&gt;.. Can you imagine we had a full spread of food on the table?? How to finish hah?? Each one of us ended up &lt;em&gt;tah-pau&lt;/em&gt; the food home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;em&gt;mei-mei&lt;/em&gt; said that maybe she could not make it to &lt;em&gt;er-ge's&lt;/em&gt; house this weekend as her gynae said she expect to deliver her this week... So far she felt good and she can also fast... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday is my mum's follow-up check-up at CGH.. My &lt;em&gt;er-ge&lt;/em&gt; has take leave and offered to send her there... Good for him.. At least he &lt;em&gt;ambil berat&lt;/em&gt; a bit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend iftar will be at my &lt;em&gt;er-ge's&lt;/em&gt; house at &lt;em&gt;Bukit Panjang Ring Rd&lt;/em&gt;.. I wondered if they are going to serve mee soup...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Kak, thanks for the tips on how to prepare the sweet and sour fish.. When I have the chance, I will try it..&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/8769639265479629366-8686254167278826736?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8686254167278826736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8686254167278826736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/09/iftar-at-pasir-ris.html' title='Iftar at Pasir Ris'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-610938529137386156</id><published>2008-09-02T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T07:23:33.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My KL sister called!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At Pasir Ris last weekend, my mum said that my KL sister finally called her around noon... She thanked mum for giving her &lt;em&gt;'portion'&lt;/em&gt; of wealth.. She said she &lt;em&gt;'banyak terhutang budi dengan mak'&lt;/em&gt;. Hah tahu pun... Yang laki awak cakap kelmarin: &lt;em&gt;"Mak jangan ada niat yang tak baik terhadap Munah" tu buat apa.. Sekali aku tapak kang!!!! &lt;/em&gt;She still can't get over with&lt;em&gt; the piece of land in Bawean..&lt;/em&gt; She kept saying that &lt;em&gt;'she tak halalkan dunia sampai akhirat!!' &lt;/em&gt;Anyway the one who sold that piece of land was none other than her own aunt (my late dad younger sister). Anyway she had already passed away, so what's the use of saying such thing.. Furthermore, my mum does not know anything about that land... All she knew was that it was bought by my late dad when he was still single... The rest was history... Even after my dad passed away, she came down during Hari Raya that year and mentioned about this land to all my bros... She asked them to prepare a letter and signed, saying that they don't want the land and nominated her as the so-called owner... We thought this had settled long long ago... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When she called, her husband sarcasticly asked whether my&lt;em&gt; di-di's&lt;/em&gt; house is a bungalow or what?? Perli nampak!!! Apa dorang ingat rumah bungalow di sini murah ke macam di Malaysia?? She said that her daughter, Aini's house is a bungalow in KL... SOOO WHATTTT?? You can be rich back home with bigger house, but when you came here, you asked for clothings, money, etc.. etc.. Soooooo pathetic... She also mentioned that evertime Ramadhan comes, they would do &lt;em&gt;khatamal Quran&lt;/em&gt; for my late dad and also do &lt;em&gt;korban&lt;/em&gt; for him back in Bawean... She also said that if we were to do &lt;em&gt;korban&lt;/em&gt; some day, can do in Bawean because it is cheap... Why must she bragged about it... She thought she's the ONLY one who did for dad... His other children also do what, just don't want to say.. What for want to show off?? Better keep low profile.. It's between GOD and you.. Most important you must sincere!! What we want is the &lt;em&gt;pahala&lt;/em&gt; to reach him, insyaAllah... Sometimes because of greed over money, family ties can be ruined... Better to die without much wealth... Enough about them already.. The more I talked about them the more it makes me boiling... &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;See ya!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-610938529137386156?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/610938529137386156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/610938529137386156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-kl-sister-called.html' title='My KL sister called!!'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-4989155603761244947</id><published>2008-09-01T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T07:19:27.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's wishing all Muslims out there, &lt;em&gt;Eid Mubarak&lt;/em&gt;... Hope that everyone of you would have a blessed Ramadhan, insyaAllah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marked the first day of Ramadhan... It is also my late father's death anniversary.. He passed away exactly after he performed the zohor prayers... Each year when Ramadhan comes, this memories would automatically come into my mind... I could still remembered my last conversation with him on that morning just before I left for work... He asked me whether I could accompanied him to the doctor as the doctor had asked him to come back again a week after... I told him as it was Monday and I could not take leave, I suggested why not we go during the weekend and he said ok.. After that during lunch time, I received a call from my &lt;em&gt;ta-ge,&lt;/em&gt; saying that he had a fall and asked me to rush home.. Upon reaching home, the door was widely opened and I could sensed that something was not right... True enough, when I entered, my mum told me that dad had passed away... I could not believe it and straightaway cried... I regretted for not bringing him to see the doctor that day and mum said that it was fated that he's gone.. It had nothing to do with me not bringing him to the doctor.. That conversation I had with him was just for &lt;em&gt;'kenangan'&lt;/em&gt; on my part..&lt;em&gt; Semoga Allah mencucuri rahmat ke atas rohnya dan tempatkannya disisi orang2 yang beriman, insyaAllah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asyiqin tried to fast, her first attempt.. She woke up for the sahur and could not sleep after that... At about 9am, she managed to sleep and woke up almost noon.. By 12.40pm, she cannot bear the hunger and thirst, thus she 'break' her fast already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I'm very glad that somebody &lt;em&gt;(you know who you are)&lt;/em&gt; is now learning to say &lt;em&gt;'thank you'&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/8769639265479629366-4989155603761244947?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/4989155603761244947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/4989155603761244947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/09/eid-mubarak.html' title='Eid Mubarak'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-3122464491642550527</id><published>2008-08-27T15:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:24:35.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday to my bro-in-law</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First of all, let me wish my brother-in-law a very Happy Birthday!! May all the dreams that he wished for will come true, insyaAllah.... Semoga berbahagia selalu disamping keluarga yang dicintai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, we reached Pasir Ris @ 4pm. Earlier on, we went to Tanjong Katong Complex (TKC) to buy the kids 'baju raya'... It was raining the whole day... On top of that, at TKC they're having Karaoke Contest with ex-DJ Shah Ibrahim as the host and DJ AB Shaik. It was very crowded with human traffic... After we got what we wanted, we headed straight to Pasir Ris as the kids already tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached there, only their family and mine... Ta-ge didn't come as last week they came already.. Meimei called mum to say she's not coming as it was very heavy rain... Just before Asar, they cut the birthday cake... This time round, they didn't put the candle as their kids say everytime when there's a candle on the birthday cake, Syafiq will be the one to blow it... So when Syafiq asked me why there's no candle, I purposely said out loud that it's because of you everytime blow it that they don't want to put it.. &lt;em&gt;Sometimes I wondered why kids at this age can keep grudges over a candle?? Doesn't they know that small children like Syafiq, they just like to blow anything that has light (api) on them???? Even sometimes when my hubby light-up the essential oil burner, Syafiq will still wants to blow them... You see, he is just plain curious... He enjoys doing it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating the birthday cake, Er-sao asked mum how to cook the &lt;em&gt;'pulut kuning'. &lt;/em&gt;Mum said the method is same like cooking&lt;em&gt; nasi lemak.&lt;/em&gt; She claimed that she ever tried to cook the pulut kuning, but it turned out to be hard for the 1st attempt. During the 2nd attempt, it turned out to be too soft.. In the end, she gave up. Now she knows already and I hope she will try to do it herself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before they went home, I brought out the idea of 'take turns' to do iftar at their house and they agreed... So it is agreed that the first week will be at Pasir Ris, second week at their house, the third and fourth week, to be advised on a later date...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S: Akak, it is NOT your mistake to bring them together. It's just their mentality.. You have done your part in bringing them together, the rest is up to them how they want to navigate their own lives.. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-3122464491642550527?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/3122464491642550527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/3122464491642550527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-belated-birthday-to-my-bro-in-law.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday to my bro-in-law'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-565595399623003100</id><published>2008-08-22T19:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:12:27.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody is cutting her birthday cake tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Syafiq managed to go back to school on Wednesday as he is better already.. When he came back, he straight away lie down on the bed and soon after he fell asleep.. He haven't had his shower yet... Oh dear!! I think he must be very very tired... He slept till morning, you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, somebody is gonna cut her birthday cake at Pasir Ris.. On Tuesday, her father called my mum to tell her about this.. My mum thought that they are gonna do it at their home.... &lt;em&gt;(Tang ku ku - means wait long long) &lt;/em&gt;They just don't want other people to mess with their home.. When they go home, there will be other people cleaning up the mess... Her father also asked my mum to cook the &lt;em&gt;pulut kuning&lt;/em&gt;... Why can't he asked his dear wife to do it instead of my mum??? Does he know that mum hasn't been feeling quite well??? Everytime he called mum, he don't even asked about mum's well being... All he said was he's coming this weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually mum is supposed to go for her routine check-up tomorrow, but because of him coming, she decided to go next week.. She is afraid that by the time they come, she haven't finish doing her cooking... What a hassle... &lt;em&gt;Poor mum... Sigh.....&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/8769639265479629366-565595399623003100?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/565595399623003100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/565595399623003100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/08/somebody-is-cutting-her-birthday-cake.html' title='Somebody is cutting her birthday cake tomorrow'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-5496715437240788751</id><published>2008-08-19T09:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:52:30.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My KL Trip..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SK6BI6NxmPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pkSjLEMrVLQ/s1600-h/DSCF0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237265406744434930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SK6BI6NxmPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pkSjLEMrVLQ/s400/DSCF0437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SKrPYHqqeaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0dkOS8gmo-8/s1600-h/DSCF0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As planned, we left at about 9.30am for the KL trip.. Luckily it wasn't so jammed at the Woodlands Causeway Checkpoint.. We stopped at Johor Jaya Jusco for lunch.. Juz as we reached the carpark, while closing the car door, Syafiqah left thumb got stuck at the door.. She screamed out very loud.. Very quickly, I opened the car door back and released her thumb.. By then, it was already bruised very badly and she was crying hysterically.. My dear hubby, not knowing what happened, scolded her... After knowing what happened, he regretted it.. He is like that, didn't checked straightaway scold... When we were inside the shopping centre, I went to a shop and asked for a piece of ice.. I put the ice on her injured thumb to soothe the pain... Luckily it helps a bit.. My hubby went to the pharmacy and bought panadol for her.. She was still crying of the pain and the scolding she got from her papa.. When her papa came back, I told him that she could not take it that he scolded her... Instead of consoling, she got scolded.. Her papa hugged and consoled.. Soon after she stopped crying.. After taking the panadol, she said she wanted to sit on the kiddly rides.. This means she was okay already.. After lunch, we continue our journey and only stopped for toilet break.. Throughout the journey, my hubby phone kept ringing and ringing and ringing.... Want to relax also cannot... Very busy man... Holiday also have to answer office calls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the hotel room at about 5.30pm.. At about 6pm, I received an sms from my er-ge asking whether are we going to KL?? Hello... we reached alreadylah... I messaged him and said that we had just reached... Then he messaged back and asked me to put the 'ang pow' for him.. He asked me to put $?? for him... I'm very surprised at the amount and asked whether is it in RM or S$?? He messaged back and said in S$ and I said OK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, Syafiq had fever... We bought Ibupofen from the pharmacy and gave it to him... My kids were eagerly waiting to go to the pool, but unfortunately, the hotel that we were staying do not have a pool... Kesiannnnn my kids.... Harapan hancur musnah..... My hubby forgotten that the hotel does not have a pool and we brought all the swimming customes, trunks n life-buoy... (buat penat je, bawak berat2)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we tried to go to Masjid India, a place where they sold a lot of clothings... Something like Arab Street n Geylang Serai... We thought of getting our family Hari Raya baju there... The traffic there were bad... Actually the place was quite near to the hotel, but because of the traffic, we wasted a few hours... We managed to find the place with the help of the GPS (hubby bought purposely for this trip)... Unfortunately we couldn't got down as it was heavy rain, plus Syafiq was not well... We ended up going back to the hotel... We wasted 4 hrs on that... At last we just shopped at the Mid Valley which was just beside the hotel... How convenient....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we checked out at about 12.30 noon and straightaway headed for the wedding at Taman Cempaka.. Even with the help of GPS, we also made a few wrong turns here and there...&lt;br /&gt;We managed to reached the destination at about 2.30pm and Kak Lim became the penyambut tamu... Before we left, we took the opportunity to take a photo with the bride and bridegroom on stage... We left the place at about 3.30pm and headed back to Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached home at about 8.15pm and dear hubby had to go up and down 3 times to carry all the luggages... Poor him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today, Syafiq had not fully recovered from his fever yet.. I brought him to the doctor yesterday and he said that there's nothing wrong with him.. Don't know what happen to him, seriously... If he is still not well, look's like tomorrow he still can't go to school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Everybody in KL kirim salam to everybody in Singapore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-5496715437240788751?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/5496715437240788751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/5496715437240788751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-kl-trip.html' title='My KL Trip..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SK6BI6NxmPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pkSjLEMrVLQ/s72-c/DSCF0437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-3944685463505307661</id><published>2008-08-14T06:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:51:55.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday was my birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday I'm a year older... First of all, a very BIG thank you to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My elder sis&lt;br /&gt;2) My younger sis&lt;br /&gt;3) My Mum&lt;br /&gt;4) My 1st niece&lt;br /&gt;5) My 2nd niece&lt;br /&gt;6) My younger bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all the birthday wishes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the recent death of a 3 year old boy who contacted HFMD, the kindergarten school are starting to check temperature and so on.. Yesterday when I send my 3 kids to school, Syafiq was rejected as he was having an ulcer.. Asyiq also started to have a 'red spot' in his mouth... The teacher asked me to observe my boys for the next few days... Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to dine-out as Asyiqin's tuition teacher came early.. In a few hours time, I'll be heading to KL for the wedding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Akak, fyi, mum didn't go as she was afraid that she might be ill during the journey... See ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-3944685463505307661?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/3944685463505307661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/3944685463505307661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterday-was-my-birthday.html' title='Yesterday was my birthday!!!'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-7848008354524770763</id><published>2008-08-12T09:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:50:39.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 'hutang' fasting is over..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday marked the end of my 'hutang' fasting.. Phew! What a big relief.. Now waiting for the coming Ramadhan which is about 3 weeks time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why yesterday I was kind of tired 'semacam' aje... The 'letih' feeling was terrible... Luckily the kids are not schooling or else I don't how I'm gonna dragged my legs to send and fetch them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we busy packing our clothings for the KL trip.. Oh akak, I think I didn't tell you that we are going there for the wedding.. Dear hubby managed to book the hotel in time for this... He said this could also be our 'recharged' energy trip before the Ramadhan... We will set off on Thurday morning and come back on Sunday... Luckily the primary schools are having the PSLE oral exams this Thursday and Friday. As for the other 3, kira ponteng sekolah lah.... Anyway they are all very excited about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that our coming trip will be safe and smooth... Please pray for us... Amin....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-7848008354524770763?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/7848008354524770763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/7848008354524770763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-hutang-fasting-is-over.html' title='My &apos;hutang&apos; fasting is over..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-3195263040583590036</id><published>2008-08-10T15:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:51:23.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Surprised Guest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Late Friday night at about 10pm, my er-ge called me to say that he's going to bring a special guest for the kenduri.. (Actually I know who this person was) He asked whether it's ok or not. I asked him is she staying with him and he said yes. She just came a few hours ago.. He then passed the phone to her and we chatted for a while.. I got to know from her that she will be in Singapore till Tuesday.. Oh God!!! I wondered when she come tomorrow, would she want to stay with me??? Suddenly my mind was full of unanswered questions.. I rather keep my mouth shut tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's kenduri turned out very well, alhamdulillah.. A very BIG thanks to my sis and hubby for a job well done!!! We appreciated very much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, my surprised guest came together with my er-ge and family.. Some of my siblings were surprised by her presence too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before she went back, she asked me for some of my clothings... Reluctantly I gave her 1 blouse and 1 t-shirt.. Her sis-in-law also got 1 blouse you know.. Sob! Sob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall my mum was very happy about the kenduri as it brought all her children closer especially to my dearest kakak, who put in a lot of effort in this so called gathering.... She said that if she were to 'go' one day, she will go in 'peace'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-3195263040583590036?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/3195263040583590036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/3195263040583590036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/08/surprised-guest.html' title='A Surprised Guest'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-3281862157096549415</id><published>2008-08-08T09:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:50:55.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The kenduri is tomorrow..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today the primary and kindergarten schools are having a party! All my kids will only go to school for 2 hrs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a call from my mum on Wednesday afternoon, telling me that my KL niece is in town. I'm very surprised! In my heart, I was thinking what does she want?? It's not that she is not welcome to come to Singapore, but the thought of her coming is out of the blue.. My mum said that my er-ge called her on Tuesday night to inform her and that my niece is here with her sis-in-law and they are staying at their relative house at Bedok.. My er-ge offered my niece to come and stay with him on Thursday night and he asked my mum whether will it be okay if he brought her along during the kenduri.. My mum said don't know and he told my mum that he would called me and informed me about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make popiah, roti boyan, konyaku jelly and ice-jelly for tomorrow's kenduri.. My kakak and hubby will be the main chef for tomorrow's kenduri...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-3281862157096549415?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/3281862157096549415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/3281862157096549415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/08/kenduri-is-tomorrow.html' title='The kenduri is tomorrow..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-4209390000626572303</id><published>2008-08-06T12:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:50:25.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fasting..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As Ramadhan is coming in a few weeks time, I'm struggling to pay back my fast.. The feeling of fasting during not the month of Ramadhan is challenging as others are enjoying eating and there, you are fasting.. What to do?? It's your responsibility what... After today, I still have 2 more days to go.. Pelan-pelan kayuh hah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-4209390000626572303?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/4209390000626572303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/4209390000626572303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/08/fasting.html' title='Fasting..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-5836814115231117223</id><published>2008-08-05T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:50:01.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were supposed to attend the National Day Dinner on Sunday night but did not as the RC chairman had sold off the ticket to someone else without informing my dear hubby.. He was very furious about this and when she called him on Sunday morning, he refused to answer any of her calls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to my friend's housewarming-cum-doa selamat on Sunday afternoon instead. She had just shifted from Sengkang to Hougang.. She also had given birth to her 4th child about 2 months ago.. I wondered why she did not fix the window grill as she has 4 young children just like me.. Furthermore, she's taking care all by herself, no help at all.. I prayed to God to protect her and family at all times from any unwanted accidents... Amin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-5836814115231117223?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/5836814115231117223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/5836814115231117223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/08/national-day-dinner.html' title='National Day Dinner'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-7125740550598388752</id><published>2008-08-04T12:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T12:10:47.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend at Pasir Ris</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, my er-ge and family didn't come to Pasir Ris as his eldest daughter had to attend some function in school. I informed my ta-ge and mei mei about the kenduri.. My mei mei looked a bit tired as her tummy is getting bigger and bigger.. My ta-ge, on the other hand, also looked tired. He was not his usual self that day.. Maybe he was not well, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual I chit chat with my mei mei about her condition. She asked me about the labour pain and what to do when she has one.. I hope everything will turn out well for her.. InsyaAllah.. As for my er-ge, looks like I have to call him and inform him about the kenduri..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-7125740550598388752?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/7125740550598388752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/7125740550598388752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-at-pasir-ris.html' title='Weekend at Pasir Ris'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-8772229392000395550</id><published>2008-07-29T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:59:49.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mum's treadmill exercise..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my mum's treadmill exercise at CGH.. My younger bro was the one who brought her there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late that evening after Maghrib, we went to visit her... This was all my dear hubby's idea.. I told him we could just called her and asked but he insisted that we should go there for a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached there, she was surprised by our sudden visitation... She also said that we could have just called instead of making the trip there, but I told her it was her dear son-in-law's idea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that she felt tired after the exercise and her muscles were aching.. I told her this was normal as she had never done any strenuous exercise before.. We left home at about 10pm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-8772229392000395550?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8772229392000395550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8772229392000395550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-mums-treadmill-exercise.html' title='My mum&apos;s treadmill exercise..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-3527436451922922800</id><published>2008-07-28T17:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T06:30:17.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pleasant Surprise!!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend when I went to my mum's house, I had a pleasant surprise.. My elder sis and family were there too!! I wondered how come my nieces didn't smsed me that they were going there!! Maybe they wanted to surprise me???? Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them that the kenduri is confirmed to be held at my place during the National Day.. My sis and hubby offered to cook for the kenduri..  A very BIG thanks sis!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now waiting for the day to come..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-3527436451922922800?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/3527436451922922800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/3527436451922922800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/07/pleasant-surprise.html' title='A Pleasant Surprise!!'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-3371323291474645400</id><published>2008-07-23T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:54:46.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated birthday cake!!</title><content type='html'>Since yesterday I forgot to buy one, today I bought a small cake for him from Prima Deli.. The cake was chosen by my eldest daughter and she had it well planned... Just before he cut the cake, she switched off all the lights and asked me to lit the candle.. At that time, my hubby was watching the tv in the bedroom.. When it is ready, she called him to come out of the room. My hubby was very touched by this....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-3371323291474645400?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/3371323291474645400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/3371323291474645400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/07/belated-birthday-cake.html' title='Belated birthday cake!!'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-2886566148372095663</id><published>2008-07-22T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:49:19.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My lau kong birthday!!</title><content type='html'>Today is my 'lau kong's' birthday! Happy Birthday, Dear!!! We went to Swensen at Northpoint to had dinner and he had a free 'Happy Birthday Firehouse' ice-cream on his birthday.. After that, we just walked around the shopping centre as we were very full before we went home... Ooopsss!! I forgot to buy the birthday cake!! Oh dear!! No birthday cake for you, dear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-2886566148372095663?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/2886566148372095663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/2886566148372095663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-lau-kong-birthday.html' title='My lau kong birthday!!'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-5653648357107961018</id><published>2008-07-17T09:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:42:23.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ibu was here a few days ago..</title><content type='html'>My mum was staying with me for the past few days as my lil bro was away for buz trip.&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, my mum went to her GP to do blood test for her cholestrol level and at the same time, checked her BP. The doc said that her BP was good 120/80 and told her to continue with her medication and try to eat less oily food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, we went to CGH for my mum's appt with the heart specialist. Upon reaching, she had to go to the CMU (Clinical Mgmt Unit) to do her ECG after which we had to go back to Clinic C and waited for our number to be called to see the specialist.. While we were waiting, I received a call from the GP saying that my mum's blood test report was ready for collection. I told the nurse saying that we will go there tomorrow.. When it was our turn, we went in and the specialist was quite 'serious' type.. He asked my mum to describe the pain that she had when she went to A&amp;amp;E clinic about a month ago.. He checked my mum's BP and it was 130/90. I thinked she was 'kanchong', that's why her BP was 'up' a bit.. He asked a lot of questions, mostly about her health condition, is she on medication, what type of medication is she taking... etc.. I answered him to the best of my knowledge and my mum was amazed at how well I remembered her medication name and dosage... 'Weeee Whit...' Bravo to me.. The doc said that at this moment, her condition is okay and no medication needed. He just want to do some test and finalised her condition. We were told by the nurse that my mum need to do her Echography, to test for her heart and also do the treadmill exercise on Monday 28/7/08 at 4pm and 4.30pm respectively..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday morning, my mum and I went over to the GP. The doc said that my mum bad cholestrol level had drop to the healthy range. What a relief!!! Alhamdulillah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eversince my mum took the cholestrol pills, her weight had also drop by 4kg! Can you imagine that! My hubby commented that my mum look a bit slimmer and her face like 'tajam' a bit.. Wow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, at exactly past midnight, my lil bro called to say that he had reached home safely and told me that he would come over to my place between 3 to 4pm today to fetch my mum..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-5653648357107961018?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/5653648357107961018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/5653648357107961018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/07/ibu-was-here-few-days-ago.html' title='Ibu was here a few days ago..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-1825585280880275605</id><published>2008-07-15T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:35:25.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 'ta jie' family were here..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my 1st n 2nd niece came over to my place to help to change my blogskin and at the same time to see their grandma... My 'ta jie', her hubby and the youngest one came later in the evening... We had some chit chat about some old memories and decide to have the kenduri on a later date.. My brother in-law had agreed to lead the kenduri and the place to be advised on a later date...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-1825585280880275605?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/1825585280880275605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/1825585280880275605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-ta-jie-family-were-here.html' title='My &apos;ta jie&apos; family were here..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-3104941219142536945</id><published>2008-07-13T15:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:53:44.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my Kakak!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, Kakak!! May all your dreams comes true!! Semoga berbahagia selalu disamping keluarga yang disayangi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-3104941219142536945?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/3104941219142536945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/3104941219142536945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-to-my-kakak.html' title='Happy Birthday to my Kakak!!'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-2921944362682166219</id><published>2008-07-12T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:50:48.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My brother is flying to Japan</title><content type='html'>Tonight, my little bro will be flying to Japan for his 'study' trip.. His company is sending a few of his colleagues too.. When he is away, my mum will come over and stay with me... We will be sending him off at the airport later.. Hope his journey will be smooth sailing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-2921944362682166219?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/2921944362682166219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/2921944362682166219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-brother-is-flying-to-japan.html' title='My brother is flying to Japan'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-8204292412169744902</id><published>2008-07-10T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:42:13.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum's birthday!!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend at Pasir Ris, I thought my 2 elder bros would remember that mum's birthday is coming. Sadly to say, none of them did, and the good thing is my TS kept asking mum whether she's okay or not. She suggested that mum should go and see the singseh for her problem. Then, I think she should bring mum, not just say it for the sake of saying... Please show her some care and concern!!! I am really fed-up with all this crap... The ES always say, "If anything, call". What does that mean??? That's why, last week before she went back, as usual she said the phrase... I sarcasticly told mum that next time when she runs out of sugar or rice, call them, cos they say what,"If anything, call". Enough about them, I'm very sien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum doesn't want any birthday celebration before her medical check-up at CGH is over. I can understand her feelings. She's worried about it cos she still doesn't know what's wrong with her... I sincerely hope there's nothing serious.. To make matters worse, the hospital called my didi to say that her appt changed to next Tuesday, instead of tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During mum's birthday though, my meimei called while she was on her way to work. I also called mum and wished her. I got to know that my didi will bring her out for dinner. At least, one of her sons remembered! Thanked God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt mum's birthday is over a few days ago, here's wishing you a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-8204292412169744902?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8204292412169744902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8204292412169744902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/07/mums-birthday.html' title='Mum&apos;s birthday!!'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-6436200272901411481</id><published>2008-07-02T08:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T08:53:18.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello! I'm Back!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello! I'm back after a very long break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past school holidays had been a busy one for me as I have to take care of my mum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt schools are open, I still have not fully adjusted yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having this so called 'headache' eversince school opened. The feeling is like you are 'floating' in the air.. Almost everyday, I have to popped the panadol.. Maybe I should consult the doctor and tell him about my situation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past week, my hubby had been very kind enough to send the kids to school.. Maybe he knew I had not rested enough during the holidays...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-6436200272901411481?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/6436200272901411481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/6436200272901411481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-im-back.html' title='Hello! I&apos;m Back!!!'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-1478245180897259286</id><published>2008-05-22T09:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:01:16.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parent-teacher meet</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of school for my eldest.. This morning, we went for the parent-teacher meet at our other kids school.. So far all the comments by the teachers are okay, except that there is one particular teacher that wants our son to improve on his writing and imaginative skills.. I know that I had to accept the comments positively but on the other hand, it's like a personal attack, attacking like a machine-gun. She kept comparing our kid with one particular boy in his class.. And my hubby don't like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm not going to spoil my mood over this thing as I'm going for a short trip later... I will think of how I'm going to help my son improve on the areas that he is weak in.. In the meantime, enjoy your weekend....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-1478245180897259286?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/1478245180897259286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/1478245180897259286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/05/parent-teacher-meet.html' title='Parent-teacher meet'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-8710479884311455044</id><published>2008-05-19T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:05:01.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Public Holiday!</title><content type='html'>Since today is a public holiday, I decided to pay my dad's graveyard with my family. I haven't been there for quite a long time and the place has changed a lot. The front lot of land are now full... I wondered when it comes to mine, where would I be??? The big piece of land near the main road are full of foreign workers dormitories... How could they build the dormitories near the cemetery, I wondered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached there, mum and didi are already there. They are cleaning up my dad's graveyard. Actually I was supposed to go there with my mum and didi, but at the very last minute my dear hubby wants to join in.. Spoil my plan.. After my dad's graveyard, we also visited my uncle's, Cik Maznah's hubby's and my grandma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to IMM to have our lunch before we head home. On the way home, all my children slept as they woke up early today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-8710479884311455044?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8710479884311455044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8710479884311455044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='Today is Public Holiday!'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-5385079805199945847</id><published>2008-05-16T09:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T10:29:46.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm SICK!!</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday, my hubby send the 3 kids to school as I had to fetch Asyiqin at 2.30pm... After sending them, he went up to Purple Train at 6th floor.. He made some enquiries on the school curriculum and was quite impressed by them. He then asked for a brochure and registration forms.. He is thinking of changing to other school for the 2 younger ones.. He finds that with the increased in school fees for the current school, it's not worth it. Furthermore, he finds  that  their  service is now poor. Not reasonable enough. That night, I filled up the forms and prepared the cheque. We planned to go down on Friday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I've already started feeling that the flu bug is gonna hit me real soon.. Maybe I got it from Asyiqin as she had the flu on Tuesday and didn't go to school. True enough, the whole afternoon, I kept sneezing and sneezing and feeling very tired.. In the evening at about 7pm, I popped the flu medicine.. At about 10pm, I started feeling drowsy from the medication and soon went to bed to rest... Throughout the night, I thought I would have a peaceful sleep, but I kept woke up almost every hour starting from 2am, then 3.30am, then 5am.. By then I knew that my alarm would start ringing at 5.45am.. When I heard the alarm, I stopped it and lay down for a while. Who knows I dozed off again until I heard my hubby alarm at 6.15am and jumped off the bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before my hubby left for work this morning, he told me that he can't make it for the registration this afternoon and asked me to go with Asyiqin after I've send the 3 kids.. My flu is still around till this point of time and looks like my 3 kids have started sneezing also. After their shower, I gave them the flu medicine... I'm starting to feel drowsy again from the medication but I can't sleep right now. In order to stop me from sleeping, I think I have to do my never-ending housework...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear &lt;strong&gt;GOD&lt;/strong&gt;! Please protect me from any serious illness... Ameen...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-5385079805199945847?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/5385079805199945847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/5385079805199945847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m SICK!!'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-3724158922625148978</id><published>2008-05-12T09:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T10:17:40.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, Happy Mother's Day to all mothers out there. Hope you had an enjoyable day with your loved ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my other siblings were at my mum's place. Each one of us brought food. Me and my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bought the same food, that is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;satay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... We had a mother's day celebration there. My &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MM &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;came alone as her hubby had to mark the exam papers... It's been quite some time since I last saw him... Now her tummy starts to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'show'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; already, it's coming to 5 months, I think. She starts to feel that her fingers are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'fat'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, my Mother's Day was spent with all my kids as my hubby had to attend the MAEC course. Can you imagine that??? Out of all the days, he had to attend the course on mother's day! In the morning, my kids busied themselves preparing a mother's day card made by them. Each one of them came out with their own design.. I'm very touched!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, my hubby brought us out for dinner. We went to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Northpoint SC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and all the food restaurants were crowded. We ended up at &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long John's Silvers!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Sigh! But at least he did made an effort to bring us out and I appreciate it very much..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-3724158922625148978?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/3724158922625148978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/3724158922625148978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!!!!'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-1083606816147465683</id><published>2008-05-05T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:19:44.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour Day 1st May 2008</title><content type='html'>On Labour Day, we went to Underwater World at Sentosa... This is the first time that we drove there.. The kids are very excited about the trip.. There were a lot of people there as it was a Public Holiday.. After we went to Underwater World, we thought of going to the Dolphin lagoon to watch the dolphin show. We have to wait for 20 minutes for the tram which will take us there... Halfway while waiting for the tram, we decided not to go to the dolphin lagoon as Syafiq was going to sleep already... He had just recovered from his fever and feel like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'malas-malas'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He did not go to school for the past 3 days.. My 3 other kids were unhappy about it as they were very excited to see the dolphin.. We told them that we will go again some other day when all of them are well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, all the kids slept as they were very tired but overall  they enjoyed themselves very much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-1083606816147465683?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/1083606816147465683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/1083606816147465683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/05/labour-day-1st-may-2008.html' title='Labour Day 1st May 2008'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-8773401277436402732</id><published>2008-04-28T09:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T00:52:12.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syafiq is running a fever again.....</title><content type='html'>On Saturday morning, my hubby thought of bringing&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Syafiq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to see the doctor as the medicine at home are running low.. Furthermore his fever refused to subside.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Asyiqin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Asyiq&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;didn't go to Madrasah today as the former is having slight flu and the latter still having ulcer. We are not sure whether they have contacted the HFMD disease so we are monitoring them very closely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that the clinic closed at 1.00pm, my hubby brought Syafiq at about 11.45am.. The moment they reached the clinic, the nurse told them that they are closing already and the last registration time is 12noon as the clinic close at 12.30pm... Anyway, the doctor on duty is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dr Chen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and not &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr Low&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; We prefer to see Dr Low, who will be on duty on Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, he called to say that his friend, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and family, (from Penang) had just reached our block and asked me to get ready... They stayed a while at our house before we brought them to check-in at &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lion City Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at Haig Road. Then we brought them to have lunch at Parkway Parade. About an hour or so, we sent them back to the hotel before we headed to Pasir Ris..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching Pasir Ris, all my siblings and family are there too... It's like a big gathering... I asked Ros whether can she see the baby's sex and she replied that still cannot be seen... My niece, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bet that it's gonna be a boy while my other two nieces, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bi and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; said that it's a girl... YOOOO goooo Girllll!!!! As for me, I just prayed that she will have a healthy baby be it a girl or a boy.... My hubby discussed with me whether we should let Simon stayed at our house for 1 night (ie Sunday) as they are going back to Penang on Monday... I said it's up to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, Simon reached our place at about noon... After that my hubby brought them to the zoo with my 3 other kids.. Syafiq and myself are at home.. Luckily, I didn't join them as I have a lot of ironing to do...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phew!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-8773401277436402732?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8773401277436402732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/8773401277436402732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/04/syafiq-is-running-fever-again.html' title='Syafiq is running a fever again.....'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-1429347995380598270</id><published>2008-04-26T09:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T16:42:59.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The children are sick....</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday, my youngest son, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Syafiq &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;didn't went to school as he was having a fever. Everytime when he falls sick, he became very cranky and temperamental. Even at home also he wants me to carry him around. As he is getting older, he is also more heavier. Can you imagine how tired I am when carrying him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, my daughter's tuition teacher, came later at about 5pm as she ends her class later that day... She informed us that she had to change the Friday tuition to Monday as she finished her class at 6pm. Looks like I have to change the schedule again and familiarize with the changes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I sent my 3 kids to school as usual. Upon reaching the school door, I noticed that they start checking again... They just stopped doing so for the last 2 days and now they start it again... Oh NO!!! When it came for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asyiq's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;turn, the teacher was looking for me and told me that he had 2 mouth ulcers. Since Monday, I knew that he had only 1 ulcer and how come the new one developed without me noticing it... The teacher said that to be safe, better not let Asyiq attend the school. She does not want to add on the numbers of HFMD cases... Asyiq was sad that he could not attend school that day as he said that he is well (no fever), but I explained to him it's because of his mouth ulcers that the teacher is stopping him from going to school. Furthermore I had to attend Syafiqah's music class and Asyiq just tagged along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday morning, when Syafiq woke up in the morning, he was having a very high fever of 40.5 degrees. No wonder at night when he slept, he kept &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'ngigau'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Immediately we insert the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'bullet' (suppository)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to bring the fever down. So he did not go to school on that day.. Asyiq also didn't go as his ulcers are not okay yet. Only &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Syafiqah&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;went to school as she was having a school outing to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gardenia and Yakult factory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-1429347995380598270?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/1429347995380598270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/1429347995380598270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/04/children-are-sick.html' title='The children are sick....'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-7153512096336585885</id><published>2008-04-23T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:57:52.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Migraine, please go away....</title><content type='html'>When I woke up this morning, I already had this migraine.... This migraine will never failed to come to me every month... When the attack comes, you can feel that there is something in your head, like they are doing some&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 'piling'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; inside.. (like in the construction site) The only cure is to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'pop-in'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; medicine and after an hour or so, the pain will be gone. Some people say you can have a hot shower and then go to sleep in a dark room... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(That's not possible for me you know).&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;When I have this attack, I will let it out on my kids... Especially when they are fighting or playing too loud... Your head already banging inside and they still add-on the banging outside with the noise pollution. Poor them... Sometimes they are just testing your patience... Like what my second son did... I think he likes my nagging cos after that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dia senyum sinis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; At times I feel bad when I let it out on them because they are too young to understand... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anak is anugerah from Allah and you must treasure them....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter came back from school today on her own..I was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;real surprised&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!! I asked her why she did not called me to fetch her. She said that the public phone in her school is out of order. Luckily she was safe and sound.. The story goes like this.. At about 1.15pm, someone rang the door bell. Thinking that it could be some salesman, I told my other kids not to open the door. When I peep through the peep-hole, I saw it was my daughter. I thought she had English remedial class today but she told me that her teacher had to attend a meeting and so there is no class. I wonder how come her teacher did not call me or message me so that I could fetch my daughter. Thinking that it was a last-minute cancellation, I began to sms her. Half way through, I suddenly decided to see the memo that her teacher had given. Oh my God!!!!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY there is NO remedial class!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It was a mistake on my part. I did not check properly that my daughter did not have English remedial class today. I assumed that it is every Wednesday. I forgot to check the dates.. How careless of me.... Maybe it's because of my migraine or what???? I admit it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WAS &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;my mistake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I thanked God, that with his Protection, my daughter managed to make her own way back home safely.&lt;br /&gt;Syukur Alhamdulillah.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-7153512096336585885?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/7153512096336585885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/7153512096336585885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/04/migraine-please-go-away.html' title='Migraine, please go away....'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-9191155034290446366</id><published>2008-04-21T20:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:56:47.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelam-kabut day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last Wednesday is the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'kelam-kabut'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; day for me. Mana nak pergi dental appt, hantar anak ke sekolah, ambil anak dari sekolah, kena jumpa teacher, balik rumah, anak tuition dll. Actually I won't be this 'kelam-kabut' if the plan is not jeopardise by my hubby lunch appointment delay... As my eldest daughter is having remedial class in school from 1.30pm to 2.30pm, he is supposed to send the other 3 to school. He called me and told that due to the lunch delayed, I had to send the 3 kids to school. He would called me later to see whether he can fetch the eldest one home. To make matters worse, the school is taking temperature and checked the hands and legs for precautionary measures. That slows down the process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after all 3 went into their classroom, I hurriedly left the school to fetch my eldest. Along the way, I checked my phone to see whether my hubby called or not. Instead of seeing his number in the 'missed call' list, I saw my eldest daughter teacher's number. I then called her and she was wondering how come no one came to fetch her. I said that I would be slightly late as I had just send my other kids to school. She understood and told me that she asked my daughter to wait at the foyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked superfast until I feel my legs like want to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tercabut. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;While walking, my hubby called to say that he is on the way to fetch our daughter but I told him that I had received a call from her teacher and that I'm fetching her. I told him he can go back to his office. When I reached the school, I saw my daughter sitting near the security guard reading a story book. I feel &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kasihan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for her. Then I went to see her teacher and asked about my daughter's performance in school. After that, we hurried home as my daughter had to attend her tuition....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-9191155034290446366?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/9191155034290446366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/9191155034290446366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-wednesday-is-kelam-kabut-day-for.html' title='Kelam-kabut day..'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-916748855959805752</id><published>2008-04-16T09:45:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:01:23.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last Saturday, I was supposed to buy a birthday cake for my dear &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'di di'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but he messaged me saying that he would be home late. My two &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'ge ge'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; families and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'mei mei'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (she came alone as her hubby had to mark a stack of test paper) also went to his house that day. I got to know from&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ibu&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cik Maznah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; youngest son&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Botak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; still bought the weekend car and a bigger flat despite his financial situation. He managed to ask &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Din &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;to be his guarantor after his first attempt failed. I wondered how the financial institution can approved &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Din&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to be a guarantor since he himself had some &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'bad record'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Sometimes I felt that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Botak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is not afraid that he has too many &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hutang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to settle. Hearing him buying all these makes me feels really &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scared!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Like a&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Malay saying' Hutang keliling pinggang'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I think Cik Maznah is partly at fault.. When her children asked for money, she readily gives in no doubt she is not working. I pitied her as she had sooooo many family problems.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 5pm or so, ibu neighbour, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kak Siti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; came down to give 'epok2 kentang'. As I was near the door, I took it from. her. I got a really big shock when I touched the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so called packaged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, it was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as cold as ice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. How can the epok2 be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sooooo cooold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It is supposed to be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;warm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Then she explained to ibu that she had made it earlier on and tak sempat nak goreng as she is leaving to attend her friend's birthday party a few blocks away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sundays for me are homework day!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;All my kids will have homework almost every weekend... Even the youngest one who is in Nursery level also have homework. Mostly his homework are something like art n craft, like cutting, pasting, colouring etc.. Before noon, we went to Suntec City to collect my contact lenses.. My hubby also make extra spectacles for himself. Before that Kenny had his eyes checked using a special machine and noticed that he had strained his right eye. This caused him to feel uncomfortable whenever he wear contact lens. He is now more comfortable to wear spectacles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mondays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are usually the most '&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sien day'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. So people called it &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday blues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... That's apply to me too!!! My routine duties repeats again n again n again like a rolling wheels.. In the afternoon when I fetched my daughter from school, I saw her classmate, Nabil, who pushed her last week and she suffered some bruises as a result. I felt like scolding him but got no chance to do so... Very gerammmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Tuesday,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when I did not see Nabil's grandfather (who fetched him everyday except Friday), I thought I got the chance to do it... Yes.... I DID DO IT!!! I went to him and said that, next time you better NOT DO IT again. My daughter suffered the pain and not YOU!!! He walked away super fast... ha ha. Back home, I checked my daughter's school bag for any homework and saw the notice from Ms Song, her form teacher. She is required to attend the English Remedial class on every Wednesday and Maths Remedial class on every Friday for 1 hour from 1.30pm to 2.30pm. Then after that, there is this English and Maths tuition at home from 3.15pm to 4.45pm... How stressed!!! I pitied her as she has to go through soooo much in her life... Never mind, be strong ASYIQIN. This is for your future. We parents sometimes have no choice to do it.. After reading the notice, suddenly I felt headache, kind like tension headache. Another additonal task... I had to juggle the time from after sending my other 3 kids to school, then rushed back to fetch Asyiqin. Thank God! By default, my hubby help to fetch the other 3 kids from school unless he had appointment to attend, then I have to fetch them which is very rare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-916748855959805752?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/916748855959805752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/916748855959805752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/04/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy....'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769639265479629366.post-5715412360224336548</id><published>2008-04-10T10:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:01:52.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my little brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today is my little brother birthday. Happy Birthday Bro!!! Semoga panjang umur, murah rezeki n mendapat jodoh yg diingin. Mum always say, not sure if she can witness your BIG day... She hope to be able to do that before she leaves this world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was also my friend Yana's son birthday. Happy Birthday Danish!!! She brought some goodies bags to school for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After send the kids to school, I went shopping with JR and bought the sandal for JW. Then we bought 2 ice-cream cone from McDonalds. On the way back, I met Ms Song at the overhead bridge and exchange 'Hi'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After came back from work, my hubby complained of body ache and I told him to eat medicine and have an early night. He is relieved that his colleague, Mimy is back from 1 week leave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have completed all my housework chores, I realised it's time for me to go to bed to re-charge my energy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769639265479629366-5715412360224336548?l=ridana2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/5715412360224336548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769639265479629366/posts/default/5715412360224336548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridana2000.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_09.html' title='Happy Birthday to my little brother'/><author><name>ridana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086840200606757293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejpV6fGUyBI/SW7YFvn5MWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTDrBczjSIM/S220/Ana05.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
