<?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-18836062</id><updated>2011-12-10T01:24:18.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Voluble, Inconsequential Rattles of a Monyot Mommy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115675937131250669</id><published>2006-08-28T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T14:47:25.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Blogspot</title><content type='html'>I have decided to call it quits here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After weighing the pros and cons of going fully password protect and post protect, with the help of katak, I have found a blog host which has all the features I need. Never mind that I can't change the css stylesheet to my preference since I'm using its webhosting services but as long as there are certain posts which I'd rather keep under wraps to certain viewers only possibility due to undisclosed content, wordpress is a good choice. After all, with all the hoo haas on content which shouldn't be disclosed to public and that katak got a comment from a prankster posing as our boss, public updates on work and sensitive stuff cannot be posted to everyone anymore. Hence the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye blogspot ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115675937131250669?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115675937131250669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115675937131250669&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115675937131250669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115675937131250669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/08/goodbye-blogspot.html' title='Goodbye Blogspot'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115655811761219204</id><published>2006-08-26T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T12:23:51.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anatomy of a Doctor's Mind</title><content type='html'>Being a support staff in one of the well-known hospitals in Singapore gives me a different perspective of these medical staffs, be it nurses, doctors and pharmacists. I can't deny that they ARE good in their field but when it comes to computers, they definitely suck. Of course, NOT ALL of 'em. Juz a sporadic few. I just cannot accept their unwillingness to be guided, feigning plain ignorami. Haiz ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in an attempt to understand what really goes on in a doctor's mind, I have gone blogsurfing on mediblogs, one of which I truly enjoyed reading. I have captured the following from one of &lt;a href="http://angrydr.blogspot.com/2005/11/angry-doc-asks-4_24.html"&gt;his &lt;/a&gt;comment boxes .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where are the Dental Blogs?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the truth is as far as dentists are concerned, they are more like surgeons. They don't really talk to their patients much. So no talk what's there to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did overhear this once :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill : Doctor, how much will it cost to pull out my tooth?&lt;br /&gt;Dentist : It would cost $80&lt;br /&gt;Bill : How long will it take?&lt;br /&gt;Dentist : It's quite fast, about 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Bill : $80 for a 5 minute job? Isn't that daylight robbery?&lt;br /&gt;Dentist : Well Bill, if the time is the problem for you, I could always take a bit longer and pull out your tooth slowly. Would that make you feel better?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another quirky entry of his is &lt;a href="http://angrydr.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-just-realised-why-being-doctor-sucks.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one here :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doctor gets paged at midnight by nurse to see a patient with an itch.&lt;br /&gt;Nurse insists doctor orders something for the patient.&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated doctor, too tired to argue, writes down in order chart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nurse to scratch as required."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why my users are so petulant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115655811761219204?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115655811761219204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115655811761219204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115655811761219204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115655811761219204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/08/anatomy-of-doctors-mind.html' title='Anatomy of a Doctor&apos;s Mind'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115613701117778059</id><published>2006-08-22T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T18:23:50.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of My Life</title><content type='html'>I used to love Mondays because of DIA but now that its over, I really hate Mondays. Why? It's because it's the start of the work week. Idiots, SHIT &amp; more SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love Tuesdays&lt;/strong&gt;. Why? I have driving lessons on this day. There's Maggi &amp; Me to watch(rather corny actually but then again I love corny jokes hehehehe). My all time favourite CSI Las Vegas in ON tv and Criminal Minds comes on air right after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Wednesdays. Why? Because there's still 3 days more to go before Saturday comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Thursdays. Why? Because tomorrow's Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so like Friday. Why? Weekends are here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is my favourite day!!! It's either I don't work or I get to enjoy peace in the morning at work. I can talk crap and as loudly as I can with my team mates without having cold hard stares from the other account colleagues for being sooo noisy. (:P) After which I can sleep in the afternoon or go out with dearest hubster and kiddos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is my lazy day! We normally don't go out on Sundays as its mostly spend catching up on DVDs bought by my dad in JB(some are not even in the cinemas yet), cleaning up and real cooking. I would normally cook my chicken rice ala "Nasi Ayam Utama" *winks at katak* which my kids love to eat and they really gobble it all up. Nadira can finish 2 plates of that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man .. I can't wait for this weekend. And Amira's turning one very soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. My condolences to my cousins in KL for the death of their beloved Garfield. In Loving Memory, Garfield. (2004-2006)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115613701117778059?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115613701117778059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115613701117778059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115613701117778059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115613701117778059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/08/days-of-my-life.html' title='Days of My Life'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115609215052334861</id><published>2006-08-20T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T00:51:22.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday To You!</title><content type='html'>It was my darling daddy's birthday on 17th August. This day, he turned 55 years old. Since I got home late as I went out with hubby to redeem my soon-to-expire Nike vouchers, we only celebrated today. My sis couldn't join us because her husband, herself and baby girl are down with chicken pox. Lemme sidetrack abit on that ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I was quite worried with her getting near her daughter the other time her daughter was hospitalised due to fits caused by high fever. She's pregnant and there are chances her unborn child could be infected with something if she's down with chicken pox. I could only pray her unborn baby's safe from any infections. It's unfortunate that no one could help take care of her one yr old then and the only ones her daughter could cling onto are her parents and me. I definitely can't take time off to help look after hers when I couldn't with mine. Besides, my kids have yet to be infected with chicken pox and the last time hubby had his, it was most fortunate that Nadira who went up close with him did not catch the virus. When I have only 3 days leave and 4 days of MCs left for the rest of the yr, I certainly do not wish to risk taking unpaid leave. &lt;em&gt;But of course, kalau dah terjadi, nak buat camna kan??&lt;/em&gt; She got 'em anyway but she's recovering now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic, I bought a cake on my way back on Thursday thinking we would have a little celebration but dad was already asleep then so I thought since my NS-going brother would be coming home the next day, it'll be better. Unfortunately, he came home really late (he got released late) and we only managed a short cake blowing today. Nuqman who couldn't keep his eyes of the cake in the fridge kept asking for the cake, "Bu, nak birthday to you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go darling ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/DSC01736.jpg" border="0" width=450&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tengok! Yayi punya birthday, dia yang tercegat kat depan cake&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Baba! Moga Allah Panjangkan Umur Mu and May You Not Be TOO Clingy with Ibu heheheheh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115609215052334861?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115609215052334861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115609215052334861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115609215052334861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115609215052334861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/08/birthday-to-you.html' title='Birthday To You!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115608803171905586</id><published>2006-08-19T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T00:26:51.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend Part 3 - Day 2 (07.08.06)</title><content type='html'>Everybody woke up early today for the buffet breakfast. As we only had 4 adult breakfast vouchers and that would mean 1 adult had to stay back to look after Nadira who is chargaeble, everybody volunteered to stay behind. Finally, after much consideration since I had 3 bags of packing to do, I insisted I stay behind to look after Nadira &amp; Nuqman while they go off for the buffet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby came back first and said the buffet breakfast was extremely disappointing. The one in Bintan was so much better. My parents came back and said the one in Mahkota Hotel was better. Hearing that, I felt better hehehe .. cos I didn't miss much. Since all was ready, we all headed down to the nearby Craft Centre for the normal tee shirts and &lt;em&gt;dodol &lt;/em&gt;shopping. &lt;em&gt;Menggila kau shopping ehehehe ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/DSC01655.jpg" border="0" width=400&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Parents shopping in one of the shops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/DSC01657.jpg" border="0"  width=400&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Us, the tudung saji clan&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back, did the last minute packing, took our baggage and got onto a cab to Mahkota Hotel, a mere 5 minutes away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahkota Hotel reception was far more hospitable than the previous hotel. &lt;em&gt;(Out of courtesy, I shall not name the first hotel we stayed in.)&lt;/em&gt; They allowed us to check in even though we were early but sadly, when we reached the apartment it was not even clean. Rather bad but this is not the first time they did this. My first was 7-8 yrs ago when I came here with my uncles, aunts, cousins and grandma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby was already starting his fever then, so he stayed inside the air-conditioned bedroom in a corner and slept with Nadira &amp; Nuqman while Mom, Dad and I watched tv. After the housekeeping kids came to clean and replace the sheets, we all fell asleep. Come evening, since hubby still had fever, I brought all 3 down accompanied by my brother to the pool. All 3 had a splashing time at the baby pool but Nuqman was the most afraid to go down. He stayed by the side while the girls went to the deeper part of the baby pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 hours in the pool, I brought all up to get ready to go out for dinner across the road at Mahkota Parade. Nadira started to get her tummyache and when we were at the supermarket, she started vomitting. Geesh .. some holiday this is with hubby and Nadira sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner @ the Chicken Rice shop and the whole meal costs us RM70. For eating chicken rice only, I think thats rather expensive. Hubby wasn't even with us since he preferred to stay in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come night time, all 8 of us, like sardines, packed into one bedroom to sleep in preparation for next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115608803171905586?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115608803171905586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115608803171905586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115608803171905586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115608803171905586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-weekend-part-3-day-2-070806.html' title='Long Weekend Part 3 - Day 2 (07.08.06)'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115588617988547053</id><published>2006-08-18T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T15:29:39.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inevitable ...</title><content type='html'>She resigned! The manager resigned! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better news have I heard? Unfortunately, this will not solve our problems although the probability of having the new manager seeing how bad the condition at the call centre is, might finally give us the solution we need .. &lt;strong&gt;MORE MANPOWER&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite skeptical actually if this new manager will make any difference to the so-demoralised-and-haizzzz moral of everyone of us. We need a moral boost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115588617988547053?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115588617988547053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115588617988547053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115588617988547053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115588617988547053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/08/inevitable.html' title='The Inevitable ...'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115578736824591158</id><published>2006-08-17T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T01:05:03.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I'm @ Home</title><content type='html'>Sorry folks for leaving my updates on my Malacca trip hanging. I simply had no time to even touch my laptop. Work, as usual has been disastrous. One thing though, I've been catching up on my reading and within 2 days, I have finished 3 thriller paperbacks. That's me. When I start on something, I just cannot stop. It was so bad that hubby got really mad because I was more interested in my books, I practically ignored him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was on MC. Well, I was really tired and I couldn't drag myself out of the bed. Informed my leads and after I see Nadira off at the bustop, dragged hubby to RMG to get my MC. The doctor asked me when I last got my menses and I had told him, since I gave birth. His immediate reaction was, " Wow! That's too long. U should've gotten your menses by the 6th month even if you're still breastfeeding. U could be pregnant but it's hard to say with your size. Let's do a urine test!". *rolls eye* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later, as I was coming out for the second time from the doctor's room with a wide grin, his expression betrayed his anxiety. I sat quietly next to him and grinned widely. He said,"Ah ni mesti pregnant la ni. U kalau sengih gini je confirm seh!" I laughed and said," I have never felt so relieved to see a single line on the test." Hubby laughed nervously. I guess, for once, he almost swore himself off fornication and was on the verge of castrating himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back home and feeling restless, I started to work on my 500 pcs jigsaw puzzle. Quite a feat actually as I initially started on my own at 11.15am. @ 2pm, hubby joined me and we had breaks in between until we finally solved the whole puzzle @ 7.15pm. &lt;em&gt;Phew!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/DSC01724.jpg" border="0" width=450&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;Working on the puzzle .. check out our survival kit hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/DSC01731.jpg" border="0" width=450&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; We Did IT! &lt;br /&gt;Yang berlobang2 tu, ada lah ntah monyot kecik mana dah campak kat pelosok mana ntah :P &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next ... let's see what else I can come up with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115578736824591158?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115578736824591158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115578736824591158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115578736824591158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115578736824591158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-im-home.html' title='When I&apos;m @ Home'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115522207236903098</id><published>2006-08-10T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T09:20:08.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend Part 2 - Day 1</title><content type='html'>It was 5.45am. I woke up with a start as I had set my handphone alarm &lt;strike&gt;@&lt;/strike&gt; to 5.15am earlier that night. After we were all finally done, I dragged the luggage while hubby pouched Amira and clasped on tightly to Nadira's slithering hands as we made our way from Sengkang to Larkin on public transport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour and a half ride on 161, 950 and CW2, we reached Larkin earlier than my parents. We even managed to grab breakfast before getting on the coach to our destination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC01617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC01617.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mission impossible to take a photo on a bumpy coach. This is the best I could achieve.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some small scale shopping, we finally checked in after an hour of waiting to &lt;em&gt;lepakzzzzz&lt;/em&gt;. Room was cosy with 4 single beds for all 8 of us, but I was very disappointed when I was told that they do not have a swimming pool. Darn! I had booked this hotel mainly because the website had shown a photo of a swimming pool and partly because it was cheaper. Man! Was I a total fool! I called up Mahkota Hotel, made reservations and told reception, I'll be checking out the next day. At the very least, we did fulfill part of the bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC01637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC01637.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lepak&lt;/em&gt;-ing while watching The Wild on a portable DVD player courtesy of &lt;em&gt;moa&lt;/em&gt; daddy&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hours of zzz, rest and prayers, we got ready for dinner @ the nearby Mahkota Parade Shopping Centre. As we went out rather late, many of the food centres were closed and clearing up for the day. We ended up having dinner at .. where else but McDonald's. &lt;em&gt;Pegi jauh-jauh tapi kat McDonald's jugak makan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC01641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC01641.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the hotel and after some chat and a movie, we all went off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. cont'd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115522207236903098?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115522207236903098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115522207236903098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115522207236903098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115522207236903098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-weekend-part-2-day-1.html' title='Long Weekend Part 2 - Day 1'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115512146063548467</id><published>2006-08-09T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T22:21:19.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend Part 1</title><content type='html'>Just as the hubster had done &lt;a href="http://darthmonyotz.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;his rendition &lt;/a&gt;of the trip, here's mine ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the fact that hubby had fever, Nadira had bouts of vomitting at the later part of the trip and I lost my camera bag filled with 7 rechargable Sony &amp; GP batteries during the rush to catch the mini bus going to the bus terminal, overall it was a good trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we went to Bt Batok to &lt;em&gt;rewang&lt;/em&gt; at hub's cousin's wedding. Actually, hubby was the one who helped out the most. He carried stuffs, pushed drink carts (&lt;em&gt;macam apek jual air&lt;/em&gt;), and cleared after people who ate. I had Amira and Nadira to look after so I sat back at a corner and watched the fanfare :P . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC01578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC01578.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;The bride and groom in traditional Javanese accompanied in by Kuda Kepang dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC01573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC01573.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Amira taking her first few steps with the help of the hubster. &lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just couldn't resist putting up her pic here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed till the dinner function was almost over and took a cab home as we were practically dragging ourselves by then. Reached home, packed our luggage and got to sleep after 1am. Amira kept crying throughout the night and by the time I finally drift into deep slumber, it was time to wake up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cont'd ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115512146063548467?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115512146063548467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115512146063548467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115512146063548467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115512146063548467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-weekend-part-1.html' title='Long Weekend Part 1'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115468786035500818</id><published>2006-08-04T11:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T18:51:49.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>I think the once confident, bubblicious, bouncy, chirpy, vivacious &lt;strong&gt;iDa&lt;/strong&gt; with the &lt;em&gt;go-and-die &lt;/em&gt;attitude my darling hubby had fallen in love with is now officially dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my efficiency totally. I keep repeating the same mistakes. I keep forgetting to do things. I couldn't concentrate. I couldn't focus on one task properly and I kept thinking that I have made a huge blunder and I will get so FIRED from work. Sigh ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to the time off work. Anyway, I won't be in SG for the next few days till after the National Day. Hopefully, when I come back, my bubblicious side will come back again. Till then .. adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115468786035500818?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115468786035500818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115468786035500818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115468786035500818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115468786035500818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115461711260027847</id><published>2006-08-03T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T22:58:32.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who's Talking/Reading</title><content type='html'>Nadira is learning to read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing how caught up her parents are with thick paperbacks (that would be me; daddy's reading from his &lt;strong&gt;BRAND NEW&lt;/strong&gt; Dopod), she's been lugging books to and fro the study room at an attempt to be a bookworm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During an activity in school today, her teacher had asked every student to write their mother's fullname, complete with &lt;em&gt;Binte xxx&lt;/em&gt;. As the teacher went around asking, she came to Nadira and asked for my name. Nadira, being Nadira replied my shortname - Ida. When asked "Ida Binte ???", after a long thoughtful silence, she gave the answer, "Ida Binte Yayi lah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yayiiiiiii&lt;/em&gt;??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115461711260027847?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115461711260027847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115461711260027847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115461711260027847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115461711260027847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/08/look-whos-talkingreading.html' title='Look Who&apos;s Talking/Reading'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115458259547085577</id><published>2006-08-03T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:01:45.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who's Talking/Nodding</title><content type='html'>Amira is learning to talk! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised when she imitated hubby yesterday by saying "KA...KAK!" She's already so capable of saying baba .. baby consonents which started when she was 6 mths but when it comes to Abang or Ibu, it became something else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked to say Ibu, she said," Baaabuuuu!" Hmm .. okay. I know I'm resigned to fate to be your &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;babu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. When I asked her to say Abang, I guess she must have remembered her brother to be such a horrific terror, she only managed an "Aaaaaaaaaa .." hehehehehehe. Her favourite words remained as Baba and Kakak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also learning to nod and agree with everything we said. Click the video below to see how she's doing it. &lt;em&gt;*Apologies .. kena tengok menyenget ah. I kan beginner :P*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GP2W_PDZiys"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GP2W_PDZiys" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mcm cheerleader ke macam jepun sesat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115458259547085577?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115458259547085577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115458259547085577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115458259547085577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115458259547085577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/08/look-whos-talkingnodding.html' title='Look Who&apos;s Talking/Nodding'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115449659208520167</id><published>2006-08-02T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T12:19:25.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ArWa or JaRab?</title><content type='html'>My cousin, Ammar who's doing an assignment on Arab Malays approached hubby for some information on his ancestorial history. Hubby being hubby, who couldn't provide a definitive answer of his heritage either, did a search on the internet and found the following ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Most Arab Singaporeans are Muslims. Some of Singapore's Arab population has assimilated into the Malay ethnic group through intermarriage. Others have preserved their ethnic lineage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Singapore's independence, ethnic Malays enjoyed educational benefits. Some Arabs changed the ethnicity of their children to Malay to receive these benefits. Most Arabs, even the poor, did not. Arabs who changed their children\'s ethnicity continued to maintain their Arab identity in other ways such as marriage to other Arabs. Arabic cultural practices were not abandoned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of intermarriage between Malay men and Arab women, many Malays have Arab ancestry. People of part-Arab descent matrilineally are still not accounted for, as Malay names carry only their father's, not their mother's name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*taken from Wikipaedia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, my kids, because hubby has married me, has become arabised Arabs a.k.a. mixed arab. Well we have another term for it. Since I'm of Javanese heritage and hubby's of Arab heritage, our kids are either known as &lt;strong&gt;JaRab&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;ArWa&lt;/strong&gt;. Either way, it doesn't sound really good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first knew hubby, I was a bit skeptical of his surname as I have never heard of the name before. The popular arabs I have known are those with surnames such as Alsagoff, Aljunied besides the wellknown Sharifahs and Syeds. &lt;em&gt;Magad?????? Tak pernah dengar pun.&lt;/em&gt; However, as I got more &lt;em&gt;involved&lt;/em&gt; with hubby, I found out more things about the Magads, especially the Magad I am married to. There is one particularly known Magad which I'm sure those who are living in the Pasir Ris Punggol area knows. A close relation to hubby actually. How he's related to him, I shall let it remain unknown though some close friends already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. Nuqman will have his race reflecting as Arab but he looked the least like an Arab. This boy of mine has a multiracial constitution. &lt;em&gt;Bangsa arab tapi muka macam apek and minat citer mat saleh. Dah lah tu dengar lagu hindustannn .. betul punya rojak&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115449659208520167?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115449659208520167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115449659208520167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115449659208520167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115449659208520167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/08/arwa-or-jarab.html' title='ArWa or JaRab?'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115410374265085217</id><published>2006-07-29T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T11:47:49.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Tag</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh .. sorry Mama Dee .. very busy lah to answer your tag. &lt;em&gt;Benda-benda camni mesti concentrate bebetul. Cam berak gitu lah .. :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 FAVOURITES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE COLOR : Blue&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE FOOD : Asam Pedas&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE SONG : At the moment, I'm crazy about Yellow by ColdPlay.&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE MOVIE : Two Weeks' Notice&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE SPORT : Definitely bowling &lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE DAY OF THE WEEK : Saturday! Becoz Sunday's an offday!&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE ICE CREAM FLAVOUR : Chocolate Chip &lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE CAR MODEL : Mitsubishi Lancer Sports Model&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL : Mathematics. It's the only subject I could score As in ;)&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE SNACK : Some &lt;em&gt;Jepun &lt;/em&gt;biscuit which my grandma bought, mixture of coffee &amp; Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 CURRENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT MOOD : Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT TASTE : Teh Tarik&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT CLOTHES : Grey T and yoga pants with navy blue &lt;em&gt;tudung&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT DESKTOP : Self-made jpeg pic of me, hub and my 3 angels&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT TOENAIL COLOR : Naturelle Forever&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT TIME : 08:21am&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT SURROUNDINGS : In office&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT ANNOYANCE : Having to answer calls entertaining dumbos&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT THOUGHTS : Wish I was back at home in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 FIRST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST BEST FRIEND : Norhidayah &lt;br /&gt;FIRST CRUSH : Anthony, Indonesian student who joined MPS in P5&lt;br /&gt;FIRST MOVIE : Some malay ghost movie, my parents brought me when I was in Primary School&lt;br /&gt;FIRST PIERCING : at a jewellery shop somewhere when I was a yr old&lt;br /&gt;FIRST LIE : Errr dunno eh ..&lt;br /&gt;FIRST MUSIC: I dunno when i was young but when I grew up, I love 60s songs .. I think Yesterday Once More was my favourite&lt;br /&gt;FIRST CAR : My dad's Ford .. I was driven all the way by my dad .. hence not the need to have a driving license. *ma'am besau haha*&lt;br /&gt;FIRST REAL DATE : In poly with my first real bf, a malaysian guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 LAST(S)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST DRINK : Beribu ribu lemon (Pokka Lemon 1000 juice drink)&lt;br /&gt;LAST CAR RIDE : 7.45am (took cab to work. &lt;em&gt;heh&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;LAST "MOVIE CRUSH" : Hayden Christensen &lt;br /&gt;LAST PHONE CALL : from a doctor who just wanted to say his problem has been resolved&lt;br /&gt;LAST SONG PLAYED : Bad Day by Daniel Powter played when I was in the toilet doing my big business .. &lt;em&gt;toilet senyap so I segan sikit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST FOOD ATE : Nasi lemak USA (courtesy of my teammate who bought it across the causeway)&lt;br /&gt;LAST THING I DO BEFORE I GO TO SLEEP : breastfeed .. somehow I always doze off to sleep whenever I'm breastfeeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 HAVE YOU EVER(S)&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER DATED YOUR BEST FRIEND? Yes, I always date her .. hahaha *winks @ Nora*&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN THE LAW ? Yes .. but it went unnoticed. I jaywalked. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ARRESTED ? NO WAY! No! &lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER SKINNY DIPPED ? errr .. does skinny dipping in bathtubs count?&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV ? Yes .. in primary six &amp; again during Sea Games Opening Ceremony&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER KISSED SOMEONE YOU DIDN'T KNOW ? Better to know and kiss than kiss to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 THINGS I AM WEARING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby G watch&lt;br /&gt;headset on my head&lt;br /&gt;glasses&lt;br /&gt;NDP dogtag with my company pass hanging around my neck&lt;br /&gt;Crocs ciplak (neckermann) sandals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 THINGS YOU'VE DONE TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pangsai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work&lt;br /&gt;Uploaded my long abandoned photos in my memory card into multi-poooos&lt;br /&gt;Sent a compliment to a service staff in Singtel .. &lt;em&gt;ppl also need motivation u know!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 THINGS YOU CAN HEAR NOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crackling of my colleague's armchair as he adjusted himself on the seat&lt;br /&gt;typing of my keyboard&lt;br /&gt;the ranting of my colleague who's exhausted in explaining the solution to a dumbo user&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My glasses - how to see siah if I dun wear&lt;br /&gt;My bag filled with my important-can't-live-without like handphone, wallet, panadol &amp; a small bottle of Fuzzy &lt;strike&gt;Bitch&lt;/strike&gt; Peach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 THING YOU DO WHEN YOU ARE BORED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 ViCtiMZ TO CARRY ON THIS GAME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pak &lt;a href="http://katak.kapoosh.net"&gt;Din&lt;/a&gt;, Cik &lt;a href="http://pwincessmomma.blogspot.com"&gt;Na&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cutieyanni.blogspot.com"&gt;Monshreg's bestfriend&lt;/a&gt; (that will make you UPDATE YOUR BLOG!), &lt;a href="http://darthmonyotz.blogspot.com"&gt;Advanced Network Infrastructure Security&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://jabstin.blogspot.com"&gt;Mak Long&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115410374265085217?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115410374265085217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115410374265085217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115410374265085217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115410374265085217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/07/play-tag.html' title='Play Tag'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115409604521547864</id><published>2006-07-28T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T16:59:15.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sungguh Penat</title><content type='html'>I'm sooo tired. Soo stressed out. Sooooo extremely, &lt;em&gt;sungguh the penat &lt;/em&gt;lah. My &lt;em&gt;askar &lt;/em&gt;has been extremely active lately. Keeps running here and there, drawing masterpieces after masterpieces on the walls that never failed to incur hubby's wrath. The phrase "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" describes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the perfect storm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; veraciously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, the feeling towards my SDM's mutual. I'm hoping for a miracle. It's difficult to do your job properly when you are serving MBBS-es and aunties who half the time know nuts about what you're talking about. Especially when you have to guide them word to word, click to click. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's Friday! Since hubby's coming home late today thanks to tomorrow's NDP Preview, he got his off! Yeahaaaa ... but sad to say, I'll have to work tomorrow. Whatever it is, I can't wait for my long awaited holiday. Was planning to go Bintan initially but with a family of 5, naaahh .. too expensive. So we decided to go Malaysia. Managed to squeeze some time making hotel reservations online amidst my hectic day after much ponder and consideration on where to go ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my entries had been too wordy of late. Matter of fact, I was just too plain lazy to upload pictures. Now with the kids asleep and hubby yet to arrive from work, I have time of my own. I've got thousands of pictures to upload. Damn .. I even have last yr's Raya pics still in my memory stick waiting to be uploaded. Anyway .. here's what I've been up to the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://idanis.multiply.com/photos/album/14"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00910.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice dinner @ Fish &amp; Co 2 weeks ago after spending the day @ my in-laws. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00915.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Met Tini on Thursday 20th July by chance while both hubby and I was having dinner at McD Compass Point after work. Her baby was sooo tembam, I couldn't resist taking a pic with her. She liked me too! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://idanis.multiply.com/photos/album/15"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00917.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spent the weekend at the playground, ronda-ing around the new neighbourhood. Since we just moved 2 months ago, this would be our 2nd attempt at ronda-ing and getting to know the area better.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the individual pictures to see more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115409604521547864?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115409604521547864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115409604521547864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115409604521547864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115409604521547864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/07/sungguh-penat.html' title='Sungguh Penat'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115398886597151907</id><published>2006-07-27T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T16:27:45.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT'S IT!</title><content type='html'>Work has been absolutely crazy. With the mad woman, as we now call her, barking at us to perform every single duty every single time, I have lost all my heart in this account. If not for the team's alliation, I would've contemplated on resigning at this moment. I even have my resignation letter ready! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for a better opportunity outside. Hubby has been urging me to resign seeing how the mad woman works. She can be very indignant, influencing my RDM to kick us out of the account if any of us are not up to par or her expectations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a moment ago, I've been asked to face the customer's management to explain why I did not email the user when I couldn't contact her on both her mobile and deskphone. Fine, maybe I &lt;strong&gt;WAS &lt;/strong&gt; in the wrong but with at least 300 calls a day, 5 people to answer calls, U think u can keep on to track your outstanding cases (which can amt to 30 at one time) every half hour, escalate and update vendor cases promptly (which currently amount to 150 for a particular vendor), find solutions to problems reported, escalate and update network outage cases promptly, close all onsite cases every day while at the same time, pick up the Q calls DILLIGENTLY?? We have even been labelled LAZY!! UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this fair? Tell me! Is this fair??? You can read more &lt;a href="http://www.kapoosh.net/katak/?p=301"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.kapoosh.net/katak/?p=302"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I'm throwing the letter once I get an offer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115398886597151907?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115398886597151907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115398886597151907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115398886597151907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115398886597151907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/07/thats-it.html' title='THAT&apos;S IT!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115336925065692483</id><published>2006-07-20T12:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T13:20:31.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's A Bitch!</title><content type='html'>Haiz ... the more I stay on, the more sick I get of this account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best to rough it out. &lt;strong&gt;Everyday is a bad day&lt;/strong&gt;. With the IT Dept implementing so many projects at one time, our lines are getting busier and busier. With Lina &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;retiring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from the account and teammates still taking leave although 1 per day, manpower is down to 6 to answer calls. Lately even, we have downtime almost everyday if not every other day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever there's a downtime, I'll be assigned to make those announcements on the hotlines, simply to tell them &lt;strong&gt;NOT TO CALL US &lt;/strong&gt;because we &lt;strong&gt;KNOW&lt;/strong&gt; what happened. We "LURVE" to answer and repeat the same thing over and over again. &lt;em&gt;Macam record rosak!&lt;/em&gt; For a simple outage such as an email downtime, we each can at the very least pick 15 calls within 5 minutes. There was this once when one customised application, which the doctors used very often, had some problems. This particular senior consultant was extremely frustrated and kept on nagging at me. Poor me had to lend a sympathetic ear while the doctor bared his heart out. He had said,"&lt;strong&gt; I was sooo happy when we were using papers to prescribe medications for patients and all of a sudden you guys implement computers for this. I had to learn and I keep having problems with this system! Gimme back the papers and quit forcing us to use computers!"&lt;/strong&gt; and paaaaaap! The conversation was cut off just like that. Poor chap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not any easier for us to serve you M.B.B.S-es (read &lt;strong&gt;Mouth Big Brain Small&lt;/strong&gt;) either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this account, life's a bitch. I wonder how I managed to survive over a year in this account. Nags, warnings, complains. Very life threatening indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115336925065692483?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115336925065692483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115336925065692483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115336925065692483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115336925065692483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/07/lifes-bitch.html' title='Life&apos;s A Bitch!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115321736112249250</id><published>2006-07-19T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T08:37:53.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>I have actually written 3 paragraph-worth of reading material but thanks to my PC windows updates, PC shutdown on me and all is gone. &lt;em&gt;Pendek kata, aku malas nak repeat balik. Inspirasi dah hilang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics at work has gotten worse. A lot of my engineers are contemplating resignation thanks to a 2-headed snake who just got promoted. Lina who served her last day yesterday after a rough time with the resource managers in branch and in HQ, could finally breathed a sigh relief. It's a great relief to be released from this wretched account. However, the place she's joining holds much more better prospects for her future. Insyallah, I pray she gets the satisfaction she couldn't find in this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I've been overly stressed out at work, I've decided to pick up reading as a hobby again. There is this one particular book which caught my attention while I was browsing in Popular Bookstore. Sypnosis itself was so interesting, hubby bought for me the book yesterday and just now, I completed the book. I just couldn't stop reading. Unfortunately, I wouldn't recommend reading this book in public cos when I read it to work today morning, I started crying. On the way home in the bus, just as I realised I was about to cry, I stopped, controlled my emotions and chuck the book inside my bag hehehe. Crybaby, yes, I am but the story's good. I don't recall reading a book that could make me cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/mybestfrensgirl.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/mybestfrensgirl.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the &lt;a href="http://www.foyles.co.uk/foyles/display.asp?isb=0751537071&amp;TAG=&amp;CID="&gt;synopsis&lt;/a&gt;. Next on the list ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/1852424672.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/1852424672.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foyles.co.uk/foyles/display.asp?K=600000000027033&amp;sf_01=KEYWORD&amp;st_01=Lionel+Shriver&amp;m=1&amp;dc=5"&gt;synopsis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115321736112249250?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115321736112249250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115321736112249250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115321736112249250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115321736112249250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/07/reading.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115278208250897317</id><published>2006-07-13T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T00:54:56.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heh</title><content type='html'>So many things happened past 3 weeks but &lt;a href="http://darthmonyotz.blogspot.com"&gt;hubby &lt;/a&gt; has been most &lt;em&gt;rajin &lt;/em&gt;to update. &lt;em&gt;Heh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is on leave de-stressing himself off work. We had initially planned to go overseas but decided against it as I had little leave left and I was planning on moving on to another co. Though he just got his bonus, we've got so many bills and loans to pay, we were practically back to ground zero now. Can't spend much as we need to save up with Ramadhan and Syawal approaching in a couple of months' time and probably for a short weekend getaway, possibly to Bintan. House is not fully furnished yet and I plan to buy house stuff when I go KL with the girls in September. &lt;em&gt;Counting the days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby told me during one of the grocery shopping trips with &lt;em&gt;Kakak&lt;/em&gt;, she &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sprechen ze english&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so perfectly, a Chinese auntie got really impressed. I told hubby to try get her to say &lt;strong&gt;M E L O R O T&lt;/strong&gt; in malay. It was a huge failure. The word always ended up as &lt;strong&gt;M E R O L O T&lt;/strong&gt;. This arab has got alphabets L-R crisis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuqman has ulcers in his mouth now and for the past 2 days he's been cranky as hell. Poor boy refused to eat thanks to the pain and finds comfort in sucking ice and cold stuff which numbed the ulcers. MIL suggested making ice blended ribena for him since the ice cold slurpee does wonders to ease his pain. &lt;em&gt;Ni sume gara gara tak makan sayur-aka-alien lah. Asik &lt;strong&gt;"Eeeee alien alien"&lt;/strong&gt; (referring to the veges) kan, &lt;strong&gt;RASAIN LU&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amira's getting very very active. So active that she refused to sleep and keeps climbing up and down my body JUST when I was about to DOZE OFF! DUH! I can't sleep knowing she could be up to mischief pulling pieces of tissue out of the tissue box, messing up the whole area, or switching the main switches on and off or even knock on the folded toilet door until the door opens up for her to enter. I really wonder why she's sooooo interested in the toilet, of all places. &lt;em&gt;There's nothing there for you to eat babe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be starting my practicals pretty soon. Getting pretty excited about it. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/3_10_7.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way! The night I was deciding as to whether I should accept the new offer, I had a pregnancy test done. Yes, the kit marcie&lt;a href="http://lilactulip.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; passed me months and months ago, has yet to be used. So feeling confident and experienced, I proceeded as usual. Unfortunately, after 5 minutes of waiting, the results did not appear. I read the instructions and found to my horror, I had placed the 3 drops of urine in the wrong hole! Of course the urine in the wrong hole got absorbed and the correct one turned purple! I forced myself to urinate, and finally after a good 10 minutes, using the same kit, placed 3 drops of urine in the correct hole. The results turned invalid with no lines. I've tested neither POSITIVE nor NEGATIVE for pregnancy! &lt;em&gt;Selenger kan????!!!&lt;/em&gt; I've wasted a perfectly good kit and now I have to get another. Need to make a trip down Mustafa Centre soon for cheap cheap test kits. Just in case. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heh.&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/18836062-115278208250897317?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115278208250897317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115278208250897317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115278208250897317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115278208250897317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/07/heh.html' title='Heh'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115270249423678365</id><published>2006-07-12T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T19:18:01.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Decision</title><content type='html'>A dear friend said this to me earlier ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Follow your instincts dear .. sometimes kalau kita tak sedap hati, better not.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... implying to my dilemma as to whether I should accept the new job offer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I've decided to finally reject the job offer, there was this tremendous sigh of relief and the feeling felt like I've just lifted a burden off my shoulders. Some people would probably be saying "Ko bodoh ah!" hehehehe *winks at katak* BUT!! I'm more of a benefits kinda person. For now, job satisfaction is not a priority to me. Being a family woman who is not very ambitious and whose husband is serving in the public sector with &lt;strong&gt;VERY GOOD&lt;/strong&gt; benefits &lt;em&gt;(leave sampai 30+ days kau!)&lt;/em&gt;, I'd rather count on the benefits. My current company may have poor management but there is always the pay to fall back on. Past experiences of hasty decisions and bad judgement had always gotten me into less favourable positions and I'm not about to make the same mistakes again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience does and always pay off. Someday .. I will get there. Somehow. &lt;em&gt;Insyallah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, it's back to my loved ones .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/Lives2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/400/Lives2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115270249423678365?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115270249423678365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115270249423678365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115270249423678365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115270249423678365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/07/decision.html' title='The Decision'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115250347605724276</id><published>2006-07-10T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T10:38:37.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Whammy!</title><content type='html'>The first bombshell - A dear close colleague of mine is leaving the team. It was a shock to all of us as we all didn't expect it to be soon. Well, I know for certain that she was going to leave us but I had least expected her to leave tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes another - I might be leaving for greener pastures too. It's really difficult to leave this place I've pretty much grown cosy in. A real tough decision to make for now. One, benefits here are OK compared to other places. Secondly, I'm gonna miss my whacky &lt;em&gt;kakis &lt;/em&gt;at work like katak and dear lina who's moving on. Thirdly, something is really bugging me. I never had to deal with this before and each time I feel strongly for something, it always turn out well. WIth this uneasy feeling, I dunno .. should I or shouldn't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115250347605724276?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115250347605724276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115250347605724276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115250347605724276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115250347605724276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/07/double-whammy.html' title='Double Whammy!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115193352004647454</id><published>2006-07-03T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T23:16:43.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays Again!</title><content type='html'>It's Monday night. Quran reading lessons night. When the elder girl gets dressed for the lesson, the other wanted to get ready too ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00900.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; This &lt;em&gt;mak aji&lt;/em&gt; sat as still as a rock as she posed for a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00902.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; My 2 &lt;em&gt;mak aji-s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. while the boy looked on and then decided that he must be like his sisters ............ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/boytudung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/boytudung.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ibu, nak ngaji dengan kakak ? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's wait till u know that u need to &lt;em&gt;pangsai &lt;/em&gt;in the toilet, shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115193352004647454?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115193352004647454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115193352004647454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115193352004647454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115193352004647454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/07/mondays-again.html' title='Mondays Again!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115190902191906192</id><published>2006-07-03T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T23:23:49.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NightMare</title><content type='html'>I had a nightmare a few nights ago. Wanna know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that before I had my morning bath, I did a pregnancy test just to determine if I'm safe from you-know-what-lah. After all that talk abt going protected and hub have been "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;helmetized&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" all the way, I'd better be empty. To my horror, I found the pregnancy test displaying double lines. I was soo upset, I kept thinking abt how I was gonna go through this pregnancy until I woke up with a start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! was my first reaction as I realised it was just a dream but the dream felt so real I was beginning to get worried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that morning, a friend told me that hub's buddy's wife who miscarried at the same time as my sister, is now expecting again. &lt;em&gt;Syukur Alhamdulillah.&lt;/em&gt; But hey! So is my sister! She's going into her 3rd month now, just like my sis.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006. Another baby boom year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115190902191906192?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115190902191906192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115190902191906192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115190902191906192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115190902191906192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/07/nightmare.html' title='NightMare'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115133637356694562</id><published>2006-06-26T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T23:49:20.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow's A New Day</title><content type='html'>Had a nice chat with an old dear friend just now. After confiding in him, we ended the chat with him saying, &lt;strong&gt;"take care girl.. insyaAllah... good things will happen to good people.. dont worry..".&lt;/strong&gt; With that in mind, instantly, I started to feel a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Chicken Little said," Today's A Brand New Day!" and he finished a homerun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good laugh with hubby over bedtime; comparing our fart sounds. Fart therapy does help to lighten ourselves. By the time we finished, we were both feeling great. &lt;i&gt;Gas dah keluar pe ehehehehehhehe&lt;/i&gt; but worry not, both of us couldn't smell anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great start to tomorrow, I hope. Come Wednesday, time to go shopping!!! Hehehehehe cos I'm on leave!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115133637356694562?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115133637356694562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115133637356694562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115133637356694562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115133637356694562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/06/tomorrows-new-day.html' title='Tomorrow&apos;s A New Day'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115129343925960727</id><published>2006-06-26T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T20:36:13.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>200 calls in less than 3 hours, to be answered by 6 of us who are also expected by the engineers to perform troubleshooting over the phone. In short, in order for us to pass our objectives, we each have to pick up at least 11 calls within an hour. That means to cut short our conversation and logging to 5 minutes per person. How do you answer, concentrate on the user who's reporting the problem to you and think of the solution at the same time especially if its a network issue within this 5 minutes?? I doubt anyone can do that. Even machines can't fulfill that. Yet we're expected to answer these calls and we're blamed for not doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come afternoon, hubby made a call to me and put Amira who is sobbing and wailing uncontrollably on the phone. Sigh! This kid, I really have no idea what to do with her. Hubby being sick, had no mood to entertain her and was really pissed with her. I called my mom and told her to come back to Singapore ASAP as she went with dad to pay for the JB house instalment. Poor hubby keep sms-ing me to vent his frustrations with the kids. &lt;em&gt;Dah lah sakit, terpaksa jaga bebudak&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was somewhere else in the world right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115129343925960727?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115129343925960727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115129343925960727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115129343925960727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115129343925960727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-another-manic-monday.html' title='Just Another Manic Monday'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115121605861073268</id><published>2006-06-25T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T11:05:01.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen Prey</title><content type='html'>Actually, I have typed and saved a few entries made over the past few days but decided against publishing them as I felt my entries were rather crappy after proof-reading them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days of complete bed rest made today's work rather easy. Well, Saturdays has always been easy. Most of the 2nd levels aren't working anyway so if users asked for help, we can always bullshit our way through. *winks* but naaah .. I ain't like dat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;CRIB&lt;/strong&gt; would not have been realised if Mom and hub didn't help out to look after the kids. Amira especially who had been super clingy lately causing hubby's burst of emotional stress *lol* was well-taken cared of by mom. Hubby forbid the elder kids from coming near me. Firstly, so that they would not catch the contagious flu virus and secondly, not to disturb my much needed rest. I lost my appetite which is good for my waistline and I lost 3kg in 2 days. Great huh? Continue some more and I can finally get back my polytechnic days figure hehehe. Which is so much better than now lah even though I will still be what-you-called-chubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose my lack of zest of late had been caused by me over-exerting myself to meet the demands of the mgmt. I have always been able to rebutt out their demands but I do not know why this time I fell prey to their demands. Sigh ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115121605861073268?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115121605861073268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115121605861073268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115121605861073268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115121605861073268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/06/fallen-prey.html' title='Fallen Prey'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115086115944723744</id><published>2006-06-21T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T12:34:24.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe it ..</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm sick again! In a matter of 2 weeks after fully recovering from my last viral infection which took 4 long weeks to recover. Haiz .. I can't even pronounce 9 properly. &lt;i&gt;Sebijik nyonya yang suka cakap sengau. Blardee irritating!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not been in the best of health. I think I'm really overworked but now that I'm living nearer to work, it's not as bad. I'm trying really hard to hold my MCs for those days when I need to take "urgent leave" heh heh .. maybe on the friday in December when my leave application overlaps my colleague's. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115086115944723744?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115086115944723744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115086115944723744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115086115944723744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115086115944723744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-cant-believe-it.html' title='I can&apos;t believe it ..'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115047502114413154</id><published>2006-06-16T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T00:25:18.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traumatised!</title><content type='html'>I'm getting real stressed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Wednesday's meeting and since I read katak's update on the closed-up scrutinity on our call pickups and attitude, I pushed myself so extremely hard that it finally took a toll on me today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cracked immediately if things don't go my way. I keep checking my stuffs to see if I made any mistakes and if I did things wrongly. That was in the morning. Come evening, just when things were starting to look OK, I did an extremely grave mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other night during the meeting, the mgmt has spoken about some of the staff chatting on MSN in the open, infront of the managers. The manager himself admitted chatting on MSN but told he would switch windows or close the windows when someone passes by. He advised us to be more discreet. I remembered this advice all the way until just now when I received a call whilst chatting with hubby. Immediately my eyes went to the other PC which has a remote connection to the customer's site, all this time not realising that the PC has MSN in FULLSCREEN! My manager walked pass me, asked me if there's anyone around. I shook my head whilst conversing with my user, then glanced at my PC. *gasp!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the screen realising that she's still behind me, standing for a good 20 seconds, hesitating as to whether I shld close the screen or not. I concentrated on the remote PC and ended the conversation, afterwhich I cursed myself hard for being so stupid as to not close the MSN window. I found out afterwards from katak that my TL backed me up when the manager addressed her concern abt MSN and picking up calls online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It left me so flustered that after I reached Sengkang Int, I walked around undecided if I should top up my ezlink. When I reached home, after bathing and prayers, I toppled the dustbin and in the midst of stopping the dustbin from spilling its contents out, I spilled some gravy from the plate I was carrying. My attempts to feed the 2 smaller kids properly proved futile as I had grains of rice dropping from my hand onto my new carpet. I took out some crackers from the airtight container and I held on via the cap only to have it dropped, spilling everything out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the verge on tears already and hubby seeing my red face, helped to clear the mess. To think just a mere threat could get to me. I even dreamed of Q calls! *slaps forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break ... badly ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115047502114413154?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115047502114413154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115047502114413154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115047502114413154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115047502114413154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/06/traumatised.html' title='Traumatised!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115044399310987179</id><published>2006-06-16T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T17:09:32.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing the Great-Grandchildren</title><content type='html'>My grandma, aunt and cousins from KL came over to my place yesterday. When I sat down to join them in the living room, my aunt told me this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kau tau? Nenek kau bila teringatkan anak² kau je terus menangis. Tak give up give up suruh aku datang rumah kau, teringatkan cicit dia."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having heard this, my grandma's eyes started tearing again and all of us who were looking, had our eyes brimming with tears. It was sad. After all, I had lived with my grandma all my life and for the past 2 yrs, these kids are the ones who brought joy in the silent house. Before we lived there, house used to be occupied by my single working aunts, herself and my polytechnic-going brother only. Then we started staying there while deciding on a place of our own. Now, my brother's in NS and is rarely at home, while we are already moved into our own place. I suppose, after years of being surrounded by noisy kids, she can't get used to the silence. My aunt added that my grandma always thought of my kids back at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a form of assurance, I told my grandma not to worry cos I'll be visiting her during the weekends whenever we're available. I also told my grandma to hitch a ride with my uncle to my place on his way to his shop whenever she's bored at home, especially bila tengah &lt;em&gt;feeling feeling &lt;/em&gt;hehehehe. I didn't know she's soo attached to my kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kissed the kids continuously as they were going home yesterday. Couldn't help but notice her glistening eyes as she let go of their cheeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True to what they say .. absence does make the heart grow fonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115044399310987179?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115044399310987179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115044399310987179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115044399310987179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115044399310987179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/06/missing-great-grandchildren.html' title='Missing the Great-Grandchildren'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-115026208028681180</id><published>2006-06-14T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T13:19:40.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're 7!</title><content type='html'>It was 8.35am this day exactly 7 years ago when both me and &lt;a href="http://eryanta.blogspirit.com"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; stepped into the old dusty office of a building atop Pearl's Hill's Terrace, 5 minutes late from our original appointment of 8.30am. All thanks to me. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was this day that when I set my eyes upon &lt;a href="http://darthmonyotz.blogspot.com"&gt;him&lt;/a&gt;, I told myself, "My eyes will enjoy feasting on guys as good looking as this one here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was this day that marks the beautiful changes in my life. The ups and downs, each and every life experiences we've gone through together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my darling harsben .. thank you for 7 wonderful years. I'm still counting on ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/AnisIda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/AnisIda.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;1st Pic of Us Taken Together&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-115026208028681180?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/115026208028681180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=115026208028681180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115026208028681180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/115026208028681180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/06/were-7.html' title='We&apos;re 7!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114991401280451970</id><published>2006-06-10T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T12:33:32.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish I had met you earlier</title><content type='html'>A fellow colleague, an engineer couldn't believe his ears when I told him I have 3 kids. He was asking if I have a date with my boyfriend. Told him no and for what as I am already living with him .. my husband. He got shocked and asked," U're already married????!!" I said, "Yeah and I have 3 kids u know." I laughed at that thought remembering the other time when the new teammate thought I was 22 at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before hanging up the phone, he asked again asking if I was really married with 3 kids. I said yes and said that's why I bloomed hehehe. Then he sighed and said he wished he had met me earlier. Yeah rite beb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby wished he had met me earlier too. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS to my teammates .. aku takkan bilang siapa engineer tu. Hahahahaha! Keep guessing! *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114991401280451970?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114991401280451970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114991401280451970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114991401280451970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114991401280451970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/06/wish-i-had-met-you-earlier.html' title='Wish I had met you earlier'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114990655199848291</id><published>2006-06-10T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T11:57:35.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Car Shall We Get? Part 2</title><content type='html'>Dad called me up one fine day and asked me if I'm interested to get a car. He'll pay the car instalments till I'm more stable and then I'll start chipping in and slowly take over ownership of the car. I seek hub's blessings and he agreed. *Yippeeeee!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we had just started, we had to source for cheaper cars. Dad went down yesterday evening to the shop but decided not to proceed with the purchase. He didn't read the fineprint earlier on and decided that it was not a really good bargain. Car was OK but monthly instalment was rather hefty so he cancelled and decided to look out for other options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're thinking of new car instead but I'm opting for weekend rather than normal. Firstly, maintenance of the car is going to cost us a bomb. 2ndly, my workplace is quite near my new place now so it'll be a waste to drive to work. Besides, I have yet to complete my license so no driving yet except probably L practices hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if its a good idea to jump into this when we're just starting up but since Dad's paying .. I suppose you know where I'm thinking now? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114990655199848291?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114990655199848291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114990655199848291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114990655199848291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114990655199848291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-car-shall-we-get-part-2.html' title='What Car Shall We Get? Part 2'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114949434986401935</id><published>2006-06-05T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T16:21:08.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaded</title><content type='html'>Rather peaceful today .. and I'm getting sleepy &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/sleepy.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say the ID10Ts had probably gone to some wrecked up country thanks to the E/A/R/T/H/Q/U/A/K/E, assisting the poor victims (hail to them for I'd rather they do a good deed than bother poor-can't-go-holiday me) &lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt; enjoying themselves with their families during this school holiday period while I rot in this cubicle of this stupid office, in the old Kaki Bukit building within tiny Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break! I need to spend money! I need to feel alive! Oh bother, no money! I'll wait patiently for July .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm .. yang yang, I nak ... &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/18836062-114949434986401935?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114949434986401935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114949434986401935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114949434986401935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114949434986401935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/06/jaded.html' title='Jaded'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114949003409520825</id><published>2006-06-05T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T14:47:17.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN!</title><content type='html'>I lost my company pass! There goes my 50 bux ... haizzz ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*)*$(#&amp;$*(#&amp;*$(&amp;#*($&amp;(*#&amp;^#*@(*&amp;(#@)(#_)@#+_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114949003409520825?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114949003409520825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114949003409520825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114949003409520825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114949003409520825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/06/damn.html' title='DAMN!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114929576039736059</id><published>2006-06-03T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T10:39:47.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D Day when ...</title><content type='html'>To a certain dearest colleague of mine, this day marks a new milestone in his life. I know he's been waiting SEXcitedly for this day and been doing lots of research on you-know-what kehkhekehekeh .. &lt;i&gt;tak boleh angkat aku!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today finally. The day when the frog finally mates with his princess. The day when hippos finally get to mate though I really wouldn't want to go into details cos it's not a good sight, I tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mr &lt;a href="http://katak.kapoosh.net"&gt;Din &lt;/a&gt;.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Pengantin Baru! Congratulations dok! Jgn lupa kata2 Lina .. pakai helmet untuk keselamatan diriiiiiiiiii hehehehehe. I betcha you damn feeling nervous right now khekheekh. Sooo .. berapa kali practice handshake??? *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to an old friend who celebrates her birthday today .. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!! &lt;br /&gt;*U know who u are*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114929576039736059?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114929576039736059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114929576039736059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114929576039736059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114929576039736059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/06/d-day-when.html' title='D Day when ...'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114922779864492331</id><published>2006-06-02T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T13:56:38.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OFF MODE ON</title><content type='html'>I'm losing interest in my job. Somehow, my processor's starting to slow down. Though I love to "service" people (DUN WONDER OFF!), the job's getting too stale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, I've not been performing to my very best. I procastinate each and every task I'm supposed to do and my mistakes are increasing. Being a senior in the team, I shouldn't even be having any mistakes. Makes me feel incompetent and I HATE that feeling. The number of calls I answered got lower as each day passes. Haizz .. right now even, I have 11 cases to log but I just can't kick start my enthusiasm engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fellow &lt;a href="http://katak.kapoosh.net"&gt;colleague &lt;/a&gt;even had to comment, "i suggest to you eja, next time kau pop kat ida, include keywords like, &lt;em&gt;condom... vibrate... performa.... malam jumaat&lt;/em&gt; baru mata ida alert sikit." :PPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why isn't there any macho-sounding doctors to boost my morale???!!!!!!&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/18836062-114922779864492331?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114922779864492331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114922779864492331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114922779864492331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114922779864492331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/06/off-mode-on.html' title='OFF MODE ON'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114912112293858607</id><published>2006-05-31T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T08:24:40.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Sony!</title><content type='html'>I came home to this just now ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00069.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't waste anytime after that to watch Narnia on this &lt;a href="http://www.sony.com.sg/bravia/sseries.html"&gt;beauty&lt;/a&gt;. Next to come .. its free gift, the DZ120K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114912112293858607?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114912112293858607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114912112293858607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114912112293858607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114912112293858607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-sony.html' title='It&apos;s A Sony!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114906006132205575</id><published>2006-05-31T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T08:16:12.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma of a Hospital IT Support Staff</title><content type='html'>Hub's uncle came last night with his wife and 2 daughters. Whilst chatting, I asked his wife who worked in one of singapore's hospital as a patient services assistant about their helpdesk and which company supported them. The reason I asked is to understand if their helpdesk also encounter this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then start ranting about her helpdesk always asking too many questions whenever she calls them asking for help, clicking here and there. She said this,"Ehhh .. u ask your man come down and do. Don't ask me to do this and that." and added that they always came fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared and hub and he stared at me. We then gave each other the "roll-eyes" stare and sarcastic smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;: U heard right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hub&lt;/strong&gt; : Yaaa .. I know you almost reach boiling point there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;: *laughs sarcastically* .. MAN! U know what's screaming in my head at that point of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hub &lt;/strong&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;: *helpdesk mode* .. U people juz dun geddit do ya?? *breathes hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hub &lt;/strong&gt;: *LOL!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114906006132205575?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114906006132205575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114906006132205575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114906006132205575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114906006132205575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/05/dilemma-of-hospital-it-support-staff.html' title='Dilemma of a Hospital IT Support Staff'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114834845815076863</id><published>2006-05-23T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T09:55:14.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Car Shall We Get?</title><content type='html'>I was dreaming away this morning when I recalled a convy with the husband on our way home a few weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;: Yang yang .. u think when can we start thinking of purchasing a car?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him &lt;/strong&gt;: Not now pls. We're too unstable for now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;: I'm not saying now! I haven't even got my license yet.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him &lt;/strong&gt;: Maybe when the kids are bigger and we all can't fit in a cab.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;: OK. Anyway, I wanna get a simple car.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him &lt;/strong&gt;: Actually kan .. I'm eyeing the Ford Focus.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;: Fuhyoooo! Pilih kereta tak agak2 sey.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him &lt;/strong&gt;: Say, I think we get a 5 seater tow truck lah. We can all sit in the truck and we can do part time towing business.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lol*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114834845815076863?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114834845815076863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114834845815076863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114834845815076863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114834845815076863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-car-shall-we-get.html' title='What Car Shall We Get?'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114828179347813403</id><published>2006-05-22T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T15:12:15.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.L.K</title><content type='html'>As I was bloghopping, I came across one website which set me to realise how fortunate my children are to still have both their parents to pamper, hug and love them. I believe I made an entry on this before but I can't resist putting up another entry like this again. I think we humans need to be constantly reminded of the less unfortunate people around us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel tears welling up my eyes at the pitiful sight of these toddlers and kids, victims of the &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/4392973.stm"&gt;NIAS Earthquake&lt;/a&gt;. And some of the kids are less than a yr old! Enough of seeing these. I cannot bear to see the pics anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks before, there was a newspaper article of a 10 year old carrying her 7 month old sister (I think) and a 4 year old brother around begging for food. Mom left them because of their abusive dad and the father goes drinking only to come back at night. Sad, isn't it? She even stopped schooling to care for her younger siblings. Such strength at such a young age! I pray my children to have that strength too to go on in life and I pray they never have to go through the same in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my darling children, Baba and Ibu love you always .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/200/DSC00897.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a ref="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/200/DSC00793.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/200/DSC00791.jpg" &gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check the &lt;a href="http://macabremistress.multiply.com/photos/album/33"&gt;pics &lt;/a&gt;here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114828179347813403?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114828179347813403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114828179347813403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114828179347813403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114828179347813403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/05/milk_22.html' title='M.I.L.K'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114822033736025304</id><published>2006-05-21T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T16:09:45.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts from Taiwan ...</title><content type='html'>Courtesy of my younger brother who touchdown from Taiwan at 3am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00055.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114822033736025304?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114822033736025304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114822033736025304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114822033736025304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114822033736025304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/05/gifts-from-taiwan.html' title='Gifts from Taiwan ...'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114810035571580053</id><published>2006-05-20T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T12:48:38.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cubicle</title><content type='html'>&lt;Center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00048.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My inspiration corner with my comfy tiger-striped cushion nicely tucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00049.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Pantry .. that's my blindspot mirror, useful for msn chat-times hehehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00043.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My crocs ... someone commented I look like McDonald's himself&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114810035571580053?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114810035571580053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114810035571580053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114810035571580053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114810035571580053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-cubicle.html' title='My Cubicle'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114809165489390019</id><published>2006-05-20T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T11:15:01.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang Out!</title><content type='html'>After so so so soooooooooooo long and sooooooo many failed attempts to go for a get together, my team mates and I finally had a chance to hang out yesterday. Was laughing so much, we really enjoyed ourselves. Of course, credits go to dear hubby for allowing me to join them yesterday. Thanks dear .. love ya!&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/kiss_i_love_you.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I almost didn't make it cos Nuqman was wheezing rather badly the previous night and hubby had blood flowing out from his nose! Didn't have the heart to go out initially. Around noon, I called mommy who said Nuqman is ok and hubby insists that I join my colleagues. He even waited up for me till I came home. Howww sweeeeeeet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out da pics! Pics are taken with my Sony Ericsson W900i cos in my rush yesterday morning, I forgot to bring along my Sony DSC-H1. *slaps forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00036.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Katak-turned-Hippo who couldn't wait any longer to mate .. 14 days bro! Countdown countdown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00035.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting for &lt;em&gt;makan &lt;/em&gt;to arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00037.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Earlene with Paul, both imported from Philippines describing her traumatic meeting with the 2 big bosses who couldn't join us due to family commitments;One has to take care of the baby, the other a baby dog. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00038.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An attempt to take a self photo foiled until another offered to take for us .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00039.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... this time with Eja included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/DSC00040_Lina.jpg" border="0" height=315&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;A Happy Momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/DSC00042.jpg" border="0" height=315&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tangkap "hensem".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/DSC00041.jpg" border="0" width=350&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;We are Sengkang-rians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;More Pix-ies &lt;a href="http://yijja.multiply.com/photos/album/18"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114809165489390019?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114809165489390019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114809165489390019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114809165489390019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114809165489390019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/05/hang-out.html' title='Hang Out!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114768374632755441</id><published>2006-05-15T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T17:02:26.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>Mother's Day to me used to be just like any other day. However this yr, it was much more special. Kids were very helpful, especially Nadira. As soon as she woke up, she cleared the mattress, tidied her room and nagged at Nuqman for messing up the place. When I asked her why she was being such a good girl, she answered, "Pasal niari kan mother's day. Teacher suruh kakak tolong ibu kalau kakak sayang ibu." &lt;i&gt;Oh! Kirakan hari2 lain tak sayang aku lah eh?????&lt;/i&gt; *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hub entertained the kids the whole day even though he was tired. After ordering food for them, since it was a break for me *grins*, I came to the living room to find this ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doctor Monyot checking his patient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/Copy%20of%20DSC00026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/Copy%20of%20DSC00026.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A satisfied doctor hehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know this is a &lt;em&gt;basi &lt;/em&gt;update but its something I must tell. My 8 month old started standing on her own 3 weeks ago at 7 months and to us that's a big achievement cos the older siblings only started trying after they turned 8 months. I read somewhere that babies start pulling themselves up with the support of only one hand at the age of 11 months so I guess, she's kinda fast. I dunno how true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/Copy%20of%20DSC00034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/Copy%20of%20DSC00034.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lil girl trying her best to grab the photo frame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00029.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00029.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amira's playground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we see the whites growing ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114768374632755441?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114768374632755441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114768374632755441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114768374632755441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114768374632755441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-belated-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Belated Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114723884045065253</id><published>2006-05-10T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T14:10:03.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Scenes</title><content type='html'>Remember those times when you board the bus and there are no seats left except for one particular seat with bags on it purposely placed there by some auntie or uncle??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this scenario happened a few days ago on board service 966.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An chinese lady in her 50s had a rather small luggage bag placed on the floor of the window seat beside her. She was sitting on the seat near the aisle. As the bus entered Bendemeer, it became obvious the seat beside her was the only empty seat left. A girl in her early twenties who boarded the bus came up to the auntie and asked to sit there. The auntie told her,"There's a bag here, you can't sit here." The girl was surprised and politely asked her to remove the bag so she could sit there. The auntie stuck to her guns and told the girl off saying she can't put the bag at the aisle as it would block people standing in the aisle and she won't remove. The girl got angry and said she paid the fare so she's liable to sit in the empty seat. Auntie kept saying the same thing and they were arguing to the point the entire bus could hear them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auntie finally relented but challenged the girl to sit with the bag still there. The angry girl pushed her way to the window seat, carried the bag and threw it to the aisle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now question. Who is right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been tagged by &lt;a href="http://katak.kapoosh.net"&gt;&lt;em&gt;darth semac&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name five of life's simple pleasures that you like most, then pick five people to do the same. Try to be original and creative and not use things that someone else has already used:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;uL&gt;No. 1 - Arriving at the bustop/taxi pickup point and having an &lt;strong&gt;EMPTY &lt;/strong&gt; bus/taxi appearing seconds after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 2 - Finding out new antics from my kids, with Nuqman recently starting to Sing "Big big big big waaateeeeerrrrrr". &lt;I&gt;Hell, I've never heard of the song before.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 3 - Lying in hubby's arms surrounded by my kids. &lt;em&gt;Feeling's heaven.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 4 - Staring blankly out of a window, only to realise there is a little kid waving good bye to me on the opposite bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 5 - Giving up my seat to a less abled person, especially handful/preggy mommies on long haul rides&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the 5 people I would LOVE to do these; my &lt;a href="http://lizanoor.blogspot.com"&gt;neighbour&lt;/a&gt;, my &lt;a href="http://darthmonyotz.blogspot.com"&gt;husband&lt;/a&gt;, my &lt;a href="http://ayamak.blogspot.com"&gt;cousin&lt;/a&gt; (that should be reason enough for you to update your blog aye??), my &lt;a href="http://eryanta.blogspirit.com"&gt;polymate&lt;/a&gt; and my &lt;a href="http://twerp78.blogspot.com"&gt;childhood &lt;/a&gt;buddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114723884045065253?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114723884045065253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114723884045065253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114723884045065253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114723884045065253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-scenes.html' title='Life Scenes'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114705996748929832</id><published>2006-05-08T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T13:01:56.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays</title><content type='html'>Me : Thank you for calling xxxx. *interrupted by a low firm voice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : I need the xxx list for my ward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Can I have your userid pls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : xxxxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : May I know the reason why you need the list? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : I didn't receive lah! How do I do my work without the list???!! *&lt;i&gt;I can feel my blood pressure rising to maximum boiling point&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Can I have your location and printer ID?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : Ward xxxxx and xxx laaaaaa .. and can you hurry up .. *hang up phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Haizzz ... mondays ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114705996748929832?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114705996748929832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114705996748929832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114705996748929832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114705996748929832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/05/mondays.html' title='Mondays'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114681517991348363</id><published>2006-05-06T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T09:25:30.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;THE FOLLOWING ENTRY CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL-RELATED CONTENT, IS SOLELY INTENDED FOR ADULTS OVER THE AGE OF 18 (Yijja, this does not apply to you :P) AND MARRIED COUPLES ON FAMILY PLANNING. IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, SINGLE, NEVER HAD SEX, WISHED TO GET PREGNANT OR DO NOT WISH TO VIEW SEXUAL-RELATED CONTENT, DO NOT CONTINUE ON TO READ. EXIT BY CLICKING THE BACK BUTTON OF YOUR BROWSER OR CLICK THE EXIT BUTTON. IF YOU WISH TO CONTINUE READING THE FOLLOWING ENTRY, READ ON .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Planning. Since I had accidentally gotten pregnant whilst breastfeeding Nuqman, I vowed to go protected at all costs this time, breastfeeding or not. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to really made good my vow and all my &lt;em&gt;projects&lt;/em&gt; until lately have gone unprotected. I'm kinda worried actually cos since delivery, I haven't gotten my menses. It doesn't help that my fat-blessed tummy is bulging out really to the point that my colleagues have been asking me, " Are u pregnant?" of course, to which I answered with a vehement NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, both of us decided to embark on a pursuit  of the ultimate protectant - THE CONDOM. 99% &lt;i&gt;mujarab&lt;/i&gt;. Colleagues like katak &amp; momma has been teasing me with questions of "Malam ni ada appointment ke?". Hahahaha! Well, it kinda scares me to have a dwindling marriage sex life but then the thought of having to go through morning sickness, labour (&lt;em&gt;erk!&lt;/em&gt;), 4 devils (&lt;em&gt;almaklum aku ni fertile sgt&lt;/em&gt;), a year short of each other turns me off so I had to turn hubby down at times. &lt;i&gt;Kecian husband aku tu .. kering dia.&lt;/i&gt; So in order not to &lt;em&gt;kecikkan hati husband aku tuh lebeh-lebeh&lt;/em&gt;, plus I get to score point, I gave in on condition, he gets himself &lt;strong&gt;WRAPPED&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, THE CONDOM. Whilst paying for a newspaper at CWP's 7-11, I noticed those small colour boxes which are always available at their counters. Somehow this particular one got my attention. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sensations. With vibrations.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hmmm .. interesting. So we head down to Guardian Pharmacy where the choices are wider and we can gape and gawk without having weird looks bestowed upon us. Fetherlite, close fit, comfort, extra safe, strawberry, love, performa, ribbed, select, tingle and together. All from &lt;a href="http://www.durex.com/sg"&gt;durex&lt;/a&gt;. Hmmmm ... what shall we select, dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fetherlite &lt;/strong&gt;- Ultra fine for extra sensitivity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Close Fit&lt;/strong&gt; - Narrower than standard condoms to provide a tighter fit for extra confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comfort&lt;/strong&gt; - Unique, larger shape which gives you a better fit and feel during lovemaking &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extra Safe&lt;/strong&gt; - Durex Extra Safe condoms are slightly thicker and extra lubricated to provide extra reassurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strawberry&lt;/strong&gt; - Flavoured to add extra fun to your love life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; - Contains a gentle lubricant for a natural feel during lovemaking &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Performa&lt;/strong&gt; - A "delay" condom with a special lubricant that delays the onset of ejaculation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ribbed&lt;/strong&gt; - Contains uniquely positioned ribs designed for greater sensation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Select&lt;/strong&gt; - Coloured and flavoured to add extra fun to your love life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tingle&lt;/strong&gt; - Coated in a special lubricant which creates a gentle tingling sensation, heightening stimulation for both partners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Together&lt;/strong&gt; - When you want the assurance of a quality condom, use Durex Together&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know what he needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114681517991348363?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114681517991348363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114681517991348363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114681517991348363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114681517991348363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/05/warning.html' title='WARNING!!!!!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114680753807902672</id><published>2006-05-05T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T14:31:54.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Years &amp; 8 Months</title><content type='html'>We had a little celebration amongst close family members last Sunday for Nuqman Afiq who turned 2. Lucky him since his birthday was just 2 days after the progress package handout, he got big gifts :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dearest baby,&lt;br /&gt;My one and only Nuqman Afiq. Even though you are always up to some mischief, and I mean it, &lt;strong&gt;MISCHIEF&lt;/strong&gt;, your father and I love you a lot for you are our only son and there is no other. Probably not as yet :P. We pray the best for you and may you grow up to be a soleh muslim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00884.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cake courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.swensens.com.sg/"&gt;Swensen's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00883.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Birthday boy concentrating hard to blow his cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00886.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The candle blowers and cake eaters waiting eagerly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Baby's 8 months today! Yaaaay! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/baby-dancing.gif" border="0" width=80&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114680753807902672?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114680753807902672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114680753807902672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114680753807902672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114680753807902672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/05/2-years-8-months.html' title='2 Years &amp; 8 Months'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114664561061292356</id><published>2006-05-03T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T14:12:11.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>There's nuthin much that I can say for now except ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M F*RKING BUSY!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/Busy%20day%20at%20office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/Busy%20day%20at%20office.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114664561061292356?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114664561061292356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114664561061292356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114664561061292356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114664561061292356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/05/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114620834313075965</id><published>2006-04-28T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T16:18:13.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marko Zollo</title><content type='html'>Since we moved over to the other end of the office, there's been renovation works going around my office with workers painting and lacquering the walls, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00882.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the white wall that separates the office from the renovation works. The smell is super duper intoxicating that some of my colleagues are starting to get headaches. I'm having one too right now but its still OK and the smell .. haiyoooooo! I just have to resort to this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00881.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Macam marko zollo tak?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114620834313075965?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114620834313075965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114620834313075965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114620834313075965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114620834313075965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/04/marko-zollo.html' title='Marko Zollo'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114620234562414191</id><published>2006-04-28T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T13:32:25.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace!</title><content type='html'>It's one of those rare days whereby WE, call centre people, can FINALLY take a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/400/DSC00879.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I'm too busy calculating my budget. Haizzz .. I'm gonna be dead broke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114620234562414191?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114620234562414191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114620234562414191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114620234562414191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114620234562414191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/04/peace.html' title='Peace!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114604593739129354</id><published>2006-04-26T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T10:55:55.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Miracle</title><content type='html'>Been listening to the radio alot these days. Just yesterday on my way back, listened to class 95 and heard the most ludicrous joke ever. Lemme quote what was said ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A principal from a certain school-I-do-not-know-where has this habit of smelling fingers to catch students who smoke. It so happened that this guy was smoking in one secluded corner and in a distance he saw his principal approaching him. He knew that was IT for him. Immediately, an idea struck him. He threw away the cigarette, unzip/unbuckle his pants and slip his hands &lt;strong&gt;WAAAAAYY DOWN SOUTH&lt;/strong&gt;! When the principal approached him, he demanded that the guy took out his hands. He did and the principal took a deep sniff at this guy's fingers. The principal's face turned red and he was let off with a warning. As the principal walked away, he heard him cursing away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A miracle's about to happen .... can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114604593739129354?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114604593739129354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114604593739129354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114604593739129354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114604593739129354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/04/miracle.html' title='A Miracle'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114589372157464073</id><published>2006-04-24T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T08:26:55.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woooooozzzzzzyyyy ...</title><content type='html'>I had a case of woozy-ness last Saturday. It started in the afternoon all the way till 4pm. I hadn't had breakfast and lunch and the previous day, the only meal I had was lunch. To add on, I carried lots of stuff from the Woodlands to Sengkang. Guess my body was so overwhelmed with fatigue, I almost fainted on my way home from work. Not to mention, the afternoon was so hot! &lt;i&gt;Kat dunia panas camni je kita manusia tak boleh tahan .. apa lagik panas azab api neraka? Nauzubillah .. Ya Allah! Jauhkanlah kami dari api nerakaMU.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the kids have their own room, we both decided to train them to sleep on their own whenever we sleep over during the weekends so that they will have no problems adapting once we're moved in permanently. Nadira has no problems adapting to that since she's rather used to sleeping anywhere as long as there's her &lt;i&gt;bantal busyuk&lt;/i&gt; with her but Nuqman has bad separation anxiety. Saturday night @ 3am, when he woke up, he crept into our room and squeezed himself between the 2 of us. Imagine hubby's shock to find thorny hair in his face upon turning instead of the normal long ticklish hair. After hubby settled him in his own room again, @ 6am, Nuqman again crept into our room and squeezed himself in between the 2 of us. Hubby woke up again, gave up and slept in the other room. Poor boy .. I think he can't sleep knowing we're not in the same room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bimbo is back today after a 3-week short stint as a request coordinator. Missed the peaceful times we had without her cos when she came back, she started questioning about this and that not done. I suppose she thought without her around, this team couldn't function properly. And she's only a contract staff!! Seesh! Well girl, I'm sorry to say that you are better off there than here. We are still operational, mind you. I doubt your lead even bothered about these trivial stuffs. So sorry to hear your cases are still pending since your 3 weeks stint. I hope you didn't think someone was going to close them all for you. :Þ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! I'm feeling woozy again ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114589372157464073?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114589372157464073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114589372157464073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114589372157464073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114589372157464073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/04/woooooozzzzzzyyyy.html' title='Woooooozzzzzzyyyy ...'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114542902455415961</id><published>2006-04-19T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T14:46:03.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grass is Always Greener on the Other Side</title><content type='html'>I have lived and learnt this term so well that each time I get dissatisfied with my current situation, I have to keep on reminding myself this - &lt;i&gt;You've gone through harder times. This is peanuts. You should be thankful you have a roof over your head Ida. Besides, grass always LOOK greener on the other side. What's missing in their lives, you dun have to know. What's important is what you have in your life now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that boasting will get you nowhere. In fact, it does more harm than good. And as a human being, I know its only natural for me to be envious of others. I do not carry a driving license. I can't afford to buy Guccis, Louis Vuittons, Coaches and Pradas. I have no savings to last me a lifetime. I do not have a career others would crave for. I dun have a body to die for and I envy people who can buy clothes at the snap of their fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am thankful. Thankful I have a job to provide for my 3 little angels, to buy them anything they asked for, things I wished I had as a kid but my parents couldn't afford to buy for me. No matter how sucky, idiotic or terrible my job is, I am thankful I can add on to what hubby buys for them. Though I don't have a license, I am thankful I have the use of my 2 legs for times when I need to walk when I can't afford busfares or cabs. Though I can't afford expensive branded bags, I'm grateful that I have a $29.90 tote ( To you know who, tote=small bag .. bukan apa yang kau sangkakan :P ) to use. I may be on the bigger side, but I dun really care for my kids adore their mommy. Besides, its good that because I'm big, its difficult to get clothes and I'll spend lesser on clothes. And I should be thankful that at least I have clothes, no matter how cheap they are, to cover my body from the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting this entry up not because I'm showing off how good I am. I'm putting this up because I'm just a normal human being who needs to be constantly reminded there are others less fortunate than I am. Others who lives under the bridge to shelter themselves from the rain. Others who had to go around begging for food, eating leftovers from people who couldn't finish their food at food courts and hawker centres. To these people, God is Great. He sees all. Your time will come. Soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114542902455415961?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114542902455415961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114542902455415961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114542902455415961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114542902455415961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/04/grass-is-always-greener-on-other-side.html' title='Grass is Always Greener on the Other Side'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114526416299458376</id><published>2006-04-17T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T16:56:03.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Was clearing my 200MB worth of emails when I chanced upon this article hubby sent to me. Click &lt;a href="http://raysweb.net/poems/articles/tannen.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;to read the article. Very Interesting and true for both me and hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a birthday celebration for mummy on Saturday. The beautiful lady turned 52 on Saturday. I was feeling guilty for Friday's incident actually (won't be elaborating here) so at the last minute, decided to make it up by gathering all my siblings to celebrate her birthday. I can see she had so much fun. It's been a long time since we had a gathering and this is the first time we had it in MY house ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/200/DSC00841.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Birthday Cake - gift from my 2 elder monyots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/200/DSC00845.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Simple Feast &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/200/DSC00844.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Cake Blowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/200/DSC00849.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Birthday Gifts Courtesy of Us siblings&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114526416299458376?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114526416299458376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114526416299458376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114526416299458376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114526416299458376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114507695208733200</id><published>2006-04-15T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T12:55:52.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The House</title><content type='html'>I didn't sleep well yesterday night. Kids already had their bunk bed thanks to hub's side who voluntarily moved the beds and cupboard over to our place so starting yesterday they both slept over at their room on their own. At abt 2pm, juz as I was dozing off, I heard a scream and Nuqman opening our room door. Hubby got agitated and in his sleepiness, rushed off to the door with a loud and alarming "HEY!". I could feel blood rushing through my veins like a bullet train. When I came to the door, hubby explained that Nuqman fell off his bed onto the pull out bed which I had purposely pulled out juz in case that happens. He was probably dreaming he had fallen from a tall building, causing the loud scream hehehehehe. I told him to sleep on the pull out bed to accompany the boy while I sleep in the master bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the excitement of that loud scream, I couldn't sleep until 3.30am. I kept waking up every half hour and now I'm extremely tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I'm getting tired of blogging abt the house cos there really isn't much to show off anyway. Of course, there are better homes out there I'm sure with costly renovation. &lt;i&gt;Kalau dah bayar 50K for reno, tak lawak jugak, nasib ko lah.&lt;/i&gt; Once the house is fully furnished, I'll flaunt my before and after house pics, WOKAY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114507695208733200?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114507695208733200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114507695208733200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114507695208733200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114507695208733200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/04/house.html' title='The House'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114481621887616522</id><published>2006-04-11T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T12:34:46.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>I'm suffering from a major breakdown of fats in my brain. In other words, my head need a break. This had to happen today after a visit to MC. It was a bad move. The mixture of odd smells coming from the surrounding shops plus the hordes of people going around and the tight tie-around at my under-chin made it worse. Not to mention the lack of sleep I've been having the past few days. And NO! I'm NOT PREGNANT, ok SEMAC? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go off, I just had to quote this to a particular colleague of mine whose last day falls day after tomorrow. Got this from an &lt;a href="http://twerp78.blogspot.com"&gt;old fren's &lt;/a&gt;blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;During the period of notice, carry out your duties in a diligent and professional manner. Assure your boss that you will complete any outstanding task. If this is not possible, leave detailed instructions for your replacement. Check that all your records are in order. Inform your colleagues that you are leaving. When discussing things with them, resist the temptation to make disparaging comments about your present job or boast about your new one. Do your best to leave on good terms with everybody.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I'm starting to hate hearing your countdowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I need my 40 winks. Badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114481621887616522?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114481621887616522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114481621887616522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114481621887616522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114481621887616522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/04/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114468601802684545</id><published>2006-04-11T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T00:30:51.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bull's Eye</title><content type='html'>I think I'm overworked cos the first thing I had wanted to input here was &lt;i&gt;User informed that ..... blah blah blah&lt;/i&gt;. Oh man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching Madagascar for the dunno-which-hundredth-time when they came to the dialogue "A BULL'S EYE!". I can't help chuckling to myself recalling hub's story of MIL's experience with a particular lizard we should address as late cos its already dead. MIL was using the granite type mortar mixing some spices. At that instant, a big lizard appeared. She was so shocked, she just threw the mortar at the lizard. Poor lizard suffered head injuries and died instantly!*kekekekekeke* The mortar landed directly ontop of the lizard rendering it totally flat. She threw away, dun worry, the mortar after hub removed the dead lizard. &lt;i&gt;I wouldn't wanna eat food cooked using that mortar either :P&lt;/i&gt;. I'm surprised she had an excellent shot, a perfect BULL's EYE hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we stayed over the weekend to receive our long awaited sofa. Now the living room so much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4687/1920/1600/DSC01279.jpg" width=250&gt;&lt;br&gt;Boy watching tv&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I caught a &lt;strong&gt;flasher &lt;/strong&gt;in the act in Sengkang. Anyone recognise him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00840.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114468601802684545?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114468601802684545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114468601802684545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114468601802684545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114468601802684545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/04/bulls-eye.html' title='A Bull&apos;s Eye'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114413634150099464</id><published>2006-04-06T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T01:12:25.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Yellow Taxi</title><content type='html'>This song below is dedicated to my old man .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Not that I take you for granted ..&lt;br /&gt;It's that I forgot the value of the gem in you ..&lt;br /&gt;I love you my dearest .. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all that you have done for me AND the house."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Yellow Taxi by Counting Crows&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;left&gt;They paved paradise &lt;br /&gt;And put up a parking lot &lt;br /&gt;With a pink hotel, a boutique &lt;br /&gt;And a swinging hot spot &lt;br /&gt;Don't it always seem to go &lt;br /&gt;That you don't know what you've got &lt;br /&gt;Till it's gone &lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise &lt;br /&gt;And put up a parking lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took all the trees &lt;br /&gt;And put them in a tree museum &lt;br /&gt;And they charged all the people &lt;br /&gt;A dollar and a half just to see 'em &lt;br /&gt;Don't it always seem to go &lt;br /&gt;That you don't know what you've got &lt;br /&gt;Till it's gone &lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise &lt;br /&gt;And put up a parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey farmer farmer &lt;br /&gt;Put away that D.D.T. now &lt;br /&gt;Give me &lt;br /&gt;Spots on my apples &lt;br /&gt;But leave me the birds and the bees &lt;br /&gt;Please! &lt;br /&gt;Don't it always seem to go &lt;br /&gt;That you don't know what you've got &lt;br /&gt;Till it's gone &lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise &lt;br /&gt;And put up a parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late last night&lt;br /&gt;I heard the &lt;br /&gt;Screen door slam&lt;br /&gt;And a big yellow taxi&lt;br /&gt;Took away my old man&lt;br /&gt;Don't it always seem to go&lt;br /&gt;That you don't know what you've got&lt;br /&gt;Till it's gone&lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise&lt;br /&gt;And put up a parking lot.&lt;/left&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114413634150099464?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114413634150099464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114413634150099464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114413634150099464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114413634150099464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/04/big-yellow-taxi.html' title='Big Yellow Taxi'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114425592641235163</id><published>2006-04-06T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T00:53:39.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God ..</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;Pls put this feeling of pride far far far away from my soul. I have given in too much to this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;Pls bring me down back to earth where my humble self shld be on. I've flown up too high for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;Pls re-instill in my heart the reason as to why I have worked so hard in this temporary world. My status now has caused me to forget my humble beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;I seek your guidance in going through this temporary domain of YOURS. I thank and am grateful to YOU (ALHAMDULILLAH) for all YOU have bestowed upon me. Pls grant me all the faith and patience one can have in going through YOUR tests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And One more thing Dear God .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............ pls grant me more strength ... to wake up earlier .. so I won't be taking cab EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114425592641235163?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114425592641235163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114425592641235163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114425592641235163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114425592641235163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/04/dear-god.html' title='Dear God ..'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114425367445638921</id><published>2006-04-05T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T00:26:00.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy Who Wouldn't Keep Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I came home today to find a little tot sitting right at the end of my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00836.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so strange to have him sit there so quietly. He's the kind could never keep still. This was so unlike of him, I wondered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and found this in front of the door .. going slowly towards the boy's direction ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00838.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! No wonder my boy is so quiet hehehehehehehe ..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114425367445638921?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114425367445638921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114425367445638921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114425367445638921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114425367445638921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/04/boy-who-wouldnt-keep-still.html' title='The Boy Who Wouldn&apos;t Keep Still'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114408261046540007</id><published>2006-04-03T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T01:26:19.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will the time come?</title><content type='html'>A girl called my home looking for my 15 year old bro who wasn't at home. My aunt got the call and after dropping the line, immediately jumped to the conclusion, "Whoa! Ada pompan tepon Z ni! Kecik kecik dah ada matair eeehh!" When my dad asked him in a teasing manner in front of everybody, he got irritated and said, "Z tak suka laaaaaaaaah! Jgn tanya lah!" and dumped his face into a stack of pillows like an ostrich. I doubt he has one. I mean, he acts so childish with us family members and he has a girlfriend outside????? How impossible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a certain individual during secondary school who acted so goody-two shoes in front of her parents but as soon as she steps out of her home, got so wild, I doubt her parents think it was her if she was ever brought back to the police station during a raid in one of those clubs. I would even guarantee they would go to the extend of blaming the police for mistakenly taking her back to the station hehehe. I'm surprised how she could act and psycho her parents into thinking she's a good girl and one who would never make a single mistake and act the total opposite outside the house. Well, I suppose if one can act like Susi in Dia, I'm sure one can do those as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been able to act sweet or demure in front of my parents. If there is anyone who knows my character well, it would be my parents. So when I come across someone like this certain individual, I questioned myself these ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Is it better to be yourself when you're with your family members or when you're with your friends? &lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it would be good to apply it both ways, I suppose youngsters nowadays preferred to be themselves when they're with friends. Small wonder the police had to step in and send kids back home if they're out way after 11pm. I dread to think of the day when I have to face this with Nadira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby's &lt;a href="http://darthmonyotz.blogspot.com"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;summarised what I was up to for the past 10 days. To a certain neighbour out there, yeah, I was wearing a sarong when hub took that picture. You should see the full me before I hid behind the wall - I look like some &lt;em&gt;minah kampung&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;em&gt;bedak sejuk&lt;/em&gt; on my face. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know by now I should put up more pictures of my new home but I've been a little too busy rearranging my kitchen and receiving visitors to my home. MIL was all thumbs-up with the area and condition of the house. She even said, "Pandai korang carik rumah eh?" &lt;I&gt;Ehem ehem.&lt;/i&gt; Hearing comments from her cousin even swelled my head bigger -&lt;i&gt; Wahhhh korang nya rumah cam condo seh .. carpark kat basement.&lt;/i&gt; Hehehehehehe, ok enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, we received delivery of the washing machines and fridge. Hubby wasted no time in washing the already piled up dirty laundry. &lt;i&gt;He left the drying for me to do when I came back from work.&lt;/i&gt; This weekend we'll be receiving our made-to-order sofa, dining table set and bedroom set. Next; coffee table, tv console, Sultan mattress and maybe a 32" Sharp Aquous LCD tv. *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114408261046540007?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114408261046540007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114408261046540007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114408261046540007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114408261046540007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/04/will-time-come.html' title='Will the time come?'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114318510555927901</id><published>2006-04-01T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T10:15:56.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Hiatus</title><content type='html'>I have been busy and really busy actually to update what we've been up to for the past 10 days. Actually, there isn't really much for me to update except that what I have been doing for the past 10 days was just adding more clutters into my new home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby's side has been very generous with their gifts of carpets, Arcopal dish sets and Tupperware mugs, plates, etc. The whole lot of them came 2 weekends ago to view the empty house and a weeked ago, they came again twice (Saturday and Sunday), to pass us the new dish sets and carpets. Last I heard from hubby yesterday, his aunt who lives in Pasir Ris wants to come to our house again to view the washing machine and fridge FIL bought for us. *roll eyes* Thanks to these gifts also, now I dun have enough space to put in my kitchen stuff. &lt;i&gt;Ayaaaaangg .. I nak cabinet yang I tunjuk kat Vista Point tuuuu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday I was on half day childcare leave to take Amira to the polyclinic for the 3rd Hep B jab. For the first time, the nurses actually played with Amira, carrying and kissing her.They were all taken in by her cuteness.  I shld've taken a photo of that but I left my hp outside with hub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we head to Ikea where we bought a table-cum-island for the kitchen as well as lots of other big visible stuff. The entire purchase was enough for us to register for the loyalty card. &lt;i&gt;Since rumah aku ni kebanyakan barang sponsored by IKEA, might as well lah kan hehehehe&lt;/i&gt;. I have 5 more big ticket items on my list left before we are fully furnished. &lt;i&gt;Ni pun blum termasuk showcase cabinet and decoration stuff tau.&lt;/i&gt; Those can wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the shopping, Nuqman pushed a 1 yr old little Japanese girl TWICE at the playroom! Hubby saw it once and asked me to control the boy. When I went there, I witnessed him approaching the girl and then he did the most undesirable. He pushed the lithe girl till she cried non-stop. I was sooo pissed, I brought him to a corner and smacked him several times. This behaviour is definitely unacceptable within my standards. I hate it when other kids bully or push my kids and the parents don't even say anything so when it happened right before my eyes, it was a total shock to me. I apologised to the mother several times to show how sorry I am each time I met her. I make him sit on the trolley and refused everything he wanted. He knew I was angry and complied with my instructions all the way but not for long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home in a London cab since the 140cm long table couldn't fit in a normal cab and it's more expensive to get home delivery. Upon reaching home, we just dump everything in the kitchen, to be fixed either today or tomorrow. We're just to tired from managing 3 cannot-keep-still kids and carry 7 bags of stuff (not inclusive the boxes). I'll put the pics up later when I have time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I have more free time to update, I'll be on hiatus again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114318510555927901?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114318510555927901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114318510555927901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114318510555927901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114318510555927901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-hiatus.html' title='On Hiatus'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114284894289069158</id><published>2006-03-20T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T13:26:16.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Guy</title><content type='html'>Somebody made my day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new teammate who joined the team a week ago, &lt;a href="http://katak.kapoosh.net"&gt;katak &lt;/a&gt;and me were all talking abt the what's-happenings in the team during lunch when the new guy asked me my age. Then he asked if I was 22 or 23 yrs old. Katak who was sitting beside me immediately burst out laughing. &lt;em&gt;Kalau pelan takpe, kuat pulak tu. Buat malu aku jek si SEMAC ni.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was even more shocked when I told him that I had 3 kids. But the ultimatum came when the guy told me his first impression upon seeing me was that I was a teenager who drop out of school because I was "madly in love" with a boyfriend thus have to do odd jobs since then. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh! Do I look that bad????!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a change of wardrobe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114284894289069158?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114284894289069158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114284894289069158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114284894289069158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114284894289069158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-guy.html' title='The New Guy'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114200361631832287</id><published>2006-03-16T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T11:33:03.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We did it!</title><content type='html'>It's been almost 2 weeks since they found her but I'm really disturbed by the thought that the dead body of 2 yr old was lying under a bridge I travel on everyday to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would an adult kill an innocent child of 2 yrs for no apparent reason? I am greatly disturbed at the fact that a father would do this to a child. She may not be his flesh and blood but he should have the brains not to do anything rash as to cause her death. He should've thought of his feelings if his own child were to be treated the way he did to the little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day, each time my bus pass the bridge, I kept thinking about her. Immediately after, I thought of Nadira. Since the news of the missing girl was found dead broke out, I kept worrying for my girl's safety. What if ... ? I have taken things for granted lately, that when the news broke out, I do not know how I should react to it. The Sunday News Paper made it worse by featuring other horror father/stepfather stories. Stories of daddies stepping on their 20 month old, stories of boyfriends sodomising infants. Sigh! Makes me shudder at the thought. &lt;br /&gt;We even told each other, hubby and I, if (nauzubillah!) either of us were to pass on, we are to never remarry to ensure our kids are out of harm's way. We can never forgive ourselves if our kids were mistreated by others because of our actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of the negative vibes. I just came back from a rather long leave, cleaning, hammering, drilling, decorating, painting and shopping for house stuffs. It's not easy to do these, when we have no vehicle of our own, dragging large boxes of stuffs with 3 kids in tow but we're proud all the same we made it on our own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114200361631832287?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114200361631832287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114200361631832287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114200361631832287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114200361631832287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-did-it.html' title='We did it!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114256452659476793</id><published>2006-03-13T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T16:13:56.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>To my baby dearest ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 30th Birthday! Love you many many ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://idanis.multiply.com/photos/album/12"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/400/Image%28262%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114256452659476793?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114256452659476793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114256452659476793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114256452659476793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114256452659476793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113940674558507175</id><published>2006-03-05T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:11:57.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're 6!</title><content type='html'>My baby girl turned 6 months today! Lemme relate a little bit of her life story ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/Image(165).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/Image%28165%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear Amira, ever since you were in my tummy, you've already shown that you are one hell of a cute and chubby baby. From the shape of your face, we knew you were going to look like kakak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="251" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;We couldn't wait to see you and you were finally born on 050905 at 8.17pm after almost 2 hours of labour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/Image(255).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/Image%28255%29.0.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the start, you love posing for pictures ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00758.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="251" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00758.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=right&gt;.. We can see that you love looking at yourself in the mirror&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="189" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You grew more intelligent by day and now, you've even learn to stick out your tongue at me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC01207.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even at this young age, you have already shown your great interest in books, especially when it involved felines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Of course .. you're becoming to be such a princess that I never expected you to act like this ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 10px 10px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Happy 6 Months Old Babey!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113940674558507175?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113940674558507175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113940674558507175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113940674558507175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113940674558507175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/03/were-6.html' title='We&apos;re 6!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114122778922821244</id><published>2006-03-01T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T00:14:53.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors &amp; 3 Options</title><content type='html'>We've got our keys! I swore I have never signed so many documents in my entire life before and it turned out that the more I signed, the more different the signatures looked. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00801.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Q number banyak2 ni gara2 budak baik yang suka nah picit2 screen Q system&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sengkang today to check on the interior condition of the house for the 2nd time. This time round, we had visitors with us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a meet up by chance actually. I met her hub first, then coincidentally after meeting hubby, as we made our way to our block, met &lt;a href="http://eryanta.blogspirit.com" target="_blank"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; and babe, in their car! Hahaha .. they offered to send us and we invited them to view our house and now, they're officially the first guests to see my brand new home! &lt;em&gt;Amacam, honoured tak?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very honoured as they were willing to come along to view the house. Dee spoke the same language as Nuqman so when hub replied in  the same language, she laughed! Hehehehehehe. She was really cute and my, she's grown bigger compared to the last time I've seen her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00802.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Our first visitors lookie lookie around&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending them off at the lift, we closed all windows and left for Compass Point. I wanted to show hubby the L-shaped sofa I saw at Hecom. After just one look, hubby said,"OK! We buy now!" I looked at him for the longest time (my turn this time hehehehehe) and said,"Are you sureeeeeeeeeeee????????" He looked at me and then said,"I nya turn pulak ah nak sopping. Asik u jek!" &lt;i&gt;Wokay.&lt;/i&gt; We paid in full and arranged delivery for the same date as the other 2 items. That's one more item off my list. &lt;i&gt;Strikes off sofa from list.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I want to share one comment hubby made after seeing &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A light Affair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on tv just now. The guy asked this question to 3 ladies : &lt;strong&gt;"What would you do to get into the mood?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave them 3 options :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wear something sexy and whisper a dirty invitation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strip and get down to business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make an appointment&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was busy choosing the options, hubby said something that really tickled me ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before and after number 1, I used to get option 1. After 2nd one come out, I get option 2 and now, with number 3, I have to make do with option 3. &lt;em&gt;Sigh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubbies! Hmmmmpppphhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114122778922821244?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114122778922821244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114122778922821244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114122778922821244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114122778922821244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/03/visitors-3-options.html' title='Visitors &amp; 3 Options'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114106719204556365</id><published>2006-02-27T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T09:35:20.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eve</title><content type='html'>I couldn't wake up today because of the rounds we made yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch at Tekka Market, at my aunt's suggestion, the whole lot of us walked all the way to Arab Street. My grandmother who couldn't walk alot with her weak knees sat on her wheelchair comfortable while we took turns to push her. There are still 2 other strollers to push so my cousins and sis took turns to carry/push the babies and wheelchair. It was a hot day and when we finally arrived to rest at Golden Landmark Shopping Centre, hubby's t-shirt look like he was wearing a bra! Heheheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my cousin made her purchase, we all head back to Causeway Point where I bought 1 vibrant coloured-fitted sheet set for my new bed and 1 quilt cover set for my cousin from Aussino. Cheap lor ... both not more than 25 bux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left for KL today evening. Shasha left for KL last night as she had class today. Actually, Fiqa was supposed to accompany her home in the night train but somehow, she got hold of the wrong passport and was refused entry into Malaysia at Woodlands Train Checkpoint. My aunt who sent them at Tg Pagar Railway Stn had to made a turn to Woodlands Train Checkpoint to fetch Fiqa yet again. Shasha was forced to leave Fiqa on her own as the train was leaving for KL already. She only realised Fiqa's passport was with her after the train head towards Johor Baru Stn. By then it was too late. Fortunately she had the foresight to leave the passport with the station master for my aunt to collect this morning. &lt;i&gt;Kalo tidak, kena fedEx-ed to Singapore. Leceh!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00788.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;My 2 elder monyots posing for a peek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00789.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ni si kecik tgh tengok sana. I dunno why she kept looking at that side. &lt;i&gt;Ada gold ke kat situ???&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00795.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ohhh .. she's interested in this kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00796.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;I didn't know that KFC Causeway Point also sells strollers.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received news in the late evening that my sis was admitted to KKH because she was bleeding badly. Remember, I blogged earlier that she had tested positive for pregnancy? Today morning, she was bleeding rather badly. She had cramps and went to the clinic to check. Doc referred her to KKH but because they didn't want to take any chances, an ambulance was called and she was sent immediately to KKH. It was too late for me to go out by then, so after we ended the convy, I called my mom who was still in Kota Bharu and told her abt my sis. I shld be going visiting after my appt in HDB tomorrow. &lt;i&gt;Sedih eh, guess it was just not meant to be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the eve of the BIG DAY!!! *jiggy! jiggy! jiggy!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hub's doing a last minute reading up on all the documents HDB sent us the other day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00800.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;left&gt;Alkisaaaaaaaaaaaah&lt;/left&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;right&gt;aib&lt;/right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;Alkisah tersebutlah kisah&lt;/left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;aib&lt;/right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;Sang kancil datang beramai ramai untuk menghadap Sultan Firaun&lt;/left&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114106719204556365?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114106719204556365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114106719204556365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114106719204556365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114106719204556365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/02/eve.html' title='The Eve'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114091308061697380</id><published>2006-02-26T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T08:44:52.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Believe You Did It!</title><content type='html'>After receiving the most awaited letter, my heart jumped in joy at the remuneration received for the past one year's hardwork. I had initially thought that I can dream of getting the lowest grade of a bonus entitlement and stand a chance of getting anything at all since my punctuality was wonderful (people start at 8am, I reach work at 8.30am *grins*) and I was new in the account. Alhamdulillah, I got more than expected! *whirling around* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hardwork did pay off after all and the Co is NOT blind after all hehehehe. I got a teeny increment, &lt;i&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/i&gt;, a little more than expected actually. And now, it's time to go recce-ing for house stuff! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The planned trip to Harvey Norman Warehouse sale did not take place as planned. After work, I head for MIL's in Marine Parade. There hub showed me the newspaper advertisements of 2 companies having furniture sale. I got excited and decided to go recce for the furniture instead. Kitchen stuff can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial plan was to have a look first but it didn't turn out that way. I got interested in one bedroom set but it costs 1599! Everything looks very good and I was almost ready to purchase it until the fella told me price does not include GST. Erk! If there is one thing I hate, it is some sales tactic of wanting me to pay for the GST. Fella told me GST is something we need to pay for. Of course I know that but everybody includes GST in their selling price. Haiz .. disappointed, I told him I need to discuss with hubby and will come back again later if we decided to go ahead. Everything was perfect. I love the set, especially the sliding door wardrobe. It looks exactly like the wenge mirror 2 door sliding wardrobe in &lt;A HREF="http://www.vhive.com.sg/pdt_wardrobe_slidedoors2.html"&gt;Vhive&lt;/A&gt; I was eyeing at. &lt;i&gt;Just too bad&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head across the road to Aero Furnishings where the funny salesguy showed us a platform type bedroom set. It was abt the same as the one we went earlier only that the sliding door of the wardrobe was rather difficult to slide. This cost 200 bux more so we decided not to buy that set. I told the guy my budget (the cheaper the better) and we proceeded to make the selection. Within 30 minutes of selecting the bedroom set and dining table, I made a deposit and it was done. We set the date of delivery to April as I still have to pass my house keys to HDB for repairs of faulty items in my house. After the purchase hubby stared at me for the longest time and said," I can't believe you actually made the purchase!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha .. so did I. Well, there's more to go. There's still living room sofa, coffee table, tv console, rice cooker, kids' bed .. blah blah blah ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Seriously I still do not know if I made a good choice in the bedroom set. I can't get over the bedroom set in the first mall. Haiz .... *lovestruck*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114091308061697380?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114091308061697380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114091308061697380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114091308061697380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114091308061697380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-cant-believe-you-did-it.html' title='I Can&apos;t Believe You Did It!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114076528043311978</id><published>2006-02-24T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T10:19:00.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>I've found &lt;a href="http://twerp78.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when her mom who happened to be working in the hospital I'm supporting, called in to clear the stucked printjobs. I got the phone, acknowledged her and then she asked for my handphone number. After lunch, Azza sms-ed me and sent me her email addy and blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known her since I was 5 yrs old, she was one of my close friends in primary school. We separated in secondary school though we still keep in touch, totally lost contact after I moved out of Dakota Crescent and now I'm back in contact with her again. She's changed I must say. From girl-next-door to havoc rawker girl. Kinda missed the old days. I missed her granny most of all cos she was the one who taught me to read the Quran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents left for Kota Bharu today in the morning flight. It was the first time that they went on a trip on their own ever since they had me and siblings. All these years, wherever they go, we tag along. I guess that's where our never-go-on-holiday-without-kids attitude come from as my dad always believe in enjoying together. It was a well deserved break for them and I hope they will enjoy the trip. It's not easy to look after 3 kids .. especially mine. Even my MIL can't handle them but my mom's a capable woman. Hope you enjoy the holiday Ibu! &lt;i&gt;Orang keje pun ada cuti, takkan lah tanak bagik dia cuti kan?&lt;/i&gt; So for that, I took leave to look after the kiddos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, It's Saturday today! *jiggy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown countdown ... 3 days more to the BIG day! I'm heading to the Harvey Norman Warehouse sale in Benoi Rd after work. Hopefully can get some household stuffs there. I'm still going through the list of wat to buy. There's just so many things, I can't decide if I can do without them. I'm just so used to having everything at the same time. There's airpot, washing machine, fridge, oven, rice cooker, blender .. agghh so many types to choose from. I just hope I can squeeze through the crowd. If the crowd is too terrible for the junior monyotz who can't swing from ceiling to ceiling, I might just drop the idea and head for Toa Payoh where my cuzins, aunts and grandma are. My KL cuzins just arrived this morning to buy an outfit for my eldest cuz's final yr Uni D&amp;D. The "chio" outfits in KL are just too expensive for her so they're sourcing around Singapore for combinations which can turn out exquisite. There is not a need to get expensive outfits just for a one night event. What's the point, right? Get something affordable, mix and match and Walla! You look like you bought something expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually also thinking of getting a small tote for me to bring to work everyday. I saw a lady carrying a Gucci tote the other day and I do not know why, the attraction is killing me. And just yesterday, a lady carrying the same small sized tote but of Burberry brand caught my eye. This is getting frightening! I've never been so attracted to branded bags like I was to electronics. Am I turning into an AUNTIE???? *gasp*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114076528043311978?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114076528043311978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114076528043311978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114076528043311978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114076528043311978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/02/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114062442892591893</id><published>2006-02-22T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T08:51:23.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Famous Account</title><content type='html'>This place maybe a shithole, a suffocated place to work in but when I think back of the funny things that I encountered in my almost 1 yr of being in this account, I can't help but laugh. With &lt;i&gt;kakis&lt;/i&gt; like D, E &amp; L, you really can't be too suffocated in this account. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this new recruit who've been with us for a month now. This new recruit tend to stutter a lot when picking up calls to the point that a user actually asked him to take a deep breath and relax! &lt;i&gt;Hehehehehehe.&lt;/i&gt; I had initially found his stutter pitiful and didn't want to correct it cos I hated it myself when big &lt;i&gt;suar&lt;/i&gt; corrected the way I spoke to user when I first joined the team. This guy repeated himself so many times, some of us couldn't bear hearing his convy with the user. I dunno why somehow today, I couldn't stop laughing hearing his convy with users over and over again asking for his userID. &lt;em&gt;I really can't help it la .. he sits behind me &lt;/em&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll go "Thank you for calling xxxxx. &lt;i&gt;silence&lt;/i&gt;. Ok so so so .. ma'am .. so so so can I have your userid ma'am?" It bugs me so much today I just had to msg-ed the other 3 and tell them I can't bear hearing another call script greeting from him. &lt;em&gt;Macam mau nangis gue control gue punya ketawa tau!&lt;/em&gt; '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I've learnt that in order to survive in a difficult place like this shithole, I have to be more tolerant. 150% more tolerant to be more exact. My users consists of mostly aunties and nose-as-sharp-as-Pinnochio executives who either think the world of themselves &lt;strong&gt;OR &lt;/strong&gt; know nuts about what they're using at work. Most of the time, they preferred our heroes to assist them, be it to get serial number from the desktop CPU located under their desk, to tidy cables or when their deskspace is too small to move their mouse. You can find out more of their understanding for technical terms &lt;a href="http://katak.kapoosh.net/?p=152#more-152" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we have famous clerks, executives, nurses and MBBS-es who never fail to make our day. There's the :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;pain-in-the-ass executive from Pain Management ; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the doctor who answers &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YA YA YA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to every question I asked and he's from Brain Centre !! &lt;em&gt;I decided after talking to him, he'd probably accidentally donated his brain to someone else&lt;/em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the famous &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AIYAH-JUST-GET-YOUR-BOY-HERE-LAH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sister from A&amp;E ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there-is-something-wrong-with-me-so-dun-scold-me-hor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; data entry clerk who always forgets her password even within 5 minutes of resetting the password ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the ward clerk who accuses us of crashing the harddisk when received error "Inaccessible Boot Device" upon boot up. &lt;i&gt;We LOVE crashing people's harddisks, dun we Lina?&lt;/i&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the doctor from Colorectal Surgery who believes that restarting PC means clicking on Log Off button ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the executive from Eye Centre who reports she can't access to internet but successfully sent the error screen capture to helpdesk via webmail ;&lt;/ul&gt;and the list goes on and on here ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose, despite the constrains and rules, I do love my job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114062442892591893?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114062442892591893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114062442892591893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114062442892591893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114062442892591893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/02/famous-account.html' title='The Famous Account'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114026545747966483</id><published>2006-02-18T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:00:11.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Witness</title><content type='html'>I was a witness to a confrontation after work today. It was not really a confrontation but I would suppose the bimbo took it dat way. Her groupmate, E, who happened to be a victim in her squabble with my ex-teammate in my previous account, S, was unhappy because she was dragged into yesterday's meeting. She wanted to know why the bimbo did this, thus the confrontation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't surprised when bimbo claimed she was "surprised" they had E dragged into the meeting. She explained herself so well during the confrontation, even I was almost taken in by her girl-next-door &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;innocent-no-more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; looks. Good thing I came to my senses immediately after that hehehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She explained why she had initially digged up cases under their name saying it was because S was going on 1 week's leave next week and she didn't want to follow up blindly if she didn't understand the case. She was also explaining that since she was going through S's cases, she might as well go through E's cases as well. When E asked her why she didn't talk to S first, she claimed that S is untalkable and that S will feel that she's trying to show her superiority by talking to her. She then claimed that she replied to S's msgs cc-ing to the leader because S started the cc first. And the final straw came when I asked who reported this to CW, she had the cheek to say our lead did. &lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What??!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I doubt he reported this to CW as it was a trivial matter. Something which only she is capable of doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would he do that? Wouldn't it reflect badly on him if he were to whine and complain every single thing that is happening in the desk? Besides, I know men are bad whiners (though I know of certain guys who are so capable of doing it). They just simply can't be bothered with the nitty gritty stuffs. In fact, he was saying this meeting shouldn't had happened at all but somehow because of the childishness of a certain someone (I did not really catch who this person was lah), even the project manager was involved! Haiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood's super boiling now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114026545747966483?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114026545747966483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114026545747966483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114026545747966483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114026545747966483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/02/witness.html' title='The Witness'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114018647022868339</id><published>2006-02-17T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:27:50.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bimbo has no brains</title><content type='html'>I'm extremely disgusted with a particular bimbo in my team who would go all out in order to achieve her aim. Anyone who would get in her way, she would go all out to make them look bad. Even those who never disturbed her, she would try her very best to put them down. Somehow, she was rather slow to do me in though she did once by saying I &lt;b&gt;NEVER&lt;/b&gt; (read again: &lt;strong&gt;NEVER!&lt;/strong&gt;) had my own initiative to do my duties and needs to be &lt;strong&gt;TOLD&lt;/strong&gt;. My! I feel like a 4 year old. You have successfully made me younger, bimbo. Thank you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I wondered what her aim was until yesterday when another teammate aka her arch enemy told me that she overheard our leader talking to one of the managers abt the bimbo's employment status. She is employed as a contract staff whereas we're all permanent employees. Apparently, she was unhappy because of that and thinks by getting close to the leaders, her employment status would be changed to perm. How wrong! By doing what she's doing, she had disturbed a hornets' nest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I am super super thankful &lt;strong&gt;(Syukur Alhamdulillah!)&lt;/strong&gt; after today's incident that I am no longer in your group. Talk about respecting your group leaders. Bah! Do you first of all deserved to be respected? Why should we respect you who never respected authority? You were never like this before but you changed drastically especially after she took over. We will definitely not sit by and let you ruin our ricebowl. Not especially when it concerned my family. Dun think that because you have the backing of your leader you can turn things around. Let's see what happens when this account lose all its genuine workers, not those who'd work for show. Let's see when it does happen, you can perform well as a senior. Let's just see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114018647022868339?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114018647022868339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114018647022868339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114018647022868339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114018647022868339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/02/bimbo-has-no-brains.html' title='Bimbo has no brains'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-114010309346736110</id><published>2006-02-16T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T09:12:50.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash Boom Bang</title><content type='html'>I heard a loud vrrrrrrrrrrroooooooooooooom and then "BANG!!!!" It was so loud, I couldn't help but peer outside to the road. That very moment, a few cars and empty cabs stopped to render help to the injured motorcyclist. There was a red Gen2 at the junction of Woodlands Ave 4 and Ave 1 and a broken bumper was lying around on the opposite lane. My dad who was eating his dinner halfway, even went down to take a look. &lt;i&gt;Sanggup orang tua ni.&lt;/i&gt; I didn't go down for fear of seeing a dead body. I couldn't accept seeing another dead body cos I've seen one 7 yrs ago with eyes bulging out due to him being run over by a bus after he falling down from his bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later, my aunt from the next block just in front of the junction (she's living on the 2nd floor), told us that the motorcyclist got knocked down by a car, a Gen2 judging from the broken bumper lying on the road, then when he flew out, got knocked by an oncoming cab. She told us, fella's probably dead now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later, she called us again with more updates. &lt;i&gt;Ceh macam berita hairan hehehehe&lt;/i&gt;. She told us guy just broke his leg, is being assisted by some onlookers and the ambulance just arrived to send him for medical attention. When my parents who were at the scene came back, they told me that the cab managed to brake in time and the distance between tyre and the motorcyclist who flung onto the road was just a metre away. &lt;i&gt;Alhamdulillah. Panjang umur lagi si motorcyclist tuh.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this junction hit with accidents a few times already. And ironically, all these accidents happened on a Thursday night. Seesh .. I'm starting to get the jitters already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC01317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC01317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;The injured motorcyclist being wheeled into the ambulance. Notice the broken bumper? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-114010309346736110?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114010309346736110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=114010309346736110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114010309346736110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/114010309346736110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/02/crash-boom-bang.html' title='Crash Boom Bang'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113992847069498988</id><published>2006-02-14T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T00:01:22.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot And Red</title><content type='html'>My chicken little aka monyot3 aka Amira is sick. She's been having bouts of vomitting, recurring fever and pleghmy cough for almost 2 weeks now. I didn't really think too much of it initially and had thought it was because she was growing a tooth and that it would go away soon. Unfortunately, its been a week already and soo since I was going to see my doctor anyway, I had thought why not bring her along with me. Surely, there is no harm right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong! She was prescribed a course of antibiotics, promethazine for cough/flu and paracetamol for her recurring fever. I didn't feed her antibiotics first but with the help of mum, gave her the promethazine since she was going to sleep anyway. Come evening time, I discovered red angry rashes all over. I was petrified and stopped giving her any of the medicine. Stupid me should've followed my initial instincts of not going to the doc's. I cleaned her up, put lots of Pureen Cornstarch powder on her body and changed her. The entire night she couldn't sleep peacefully and kept scratching her chest till it scarred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I constantly placed her on prickly heat powder every hour without fail for fear that she would get all itchy. Her forehead improved when I spread the rash cream this morning but the rashes are still there on her cheeks, front and back. I'm checking this out till tomorrow evening. If no improvement, I'm coming back to the doc's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/200/DSC00775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;See the red rashes on Amira's cheeks. Click pic to see the rashes clearly.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I forgot to mention. After 4 hours of continuous coaching, Nadira managed to write her name! *clap! clap! clap!* I haven't managed to get her to write her fullname complete with the "Binte Mohammad Anis Magad" yet cos hubby's name is sooooo looooonnnggg so I only got her to write her own name, Nadira Qaisara .. and that even with nods of approval and disapproval from me to signal if she missed or input any wrong letters. Alhamdulillah. I'm proud of her cos Ibu at her age can't even recognise alphabets. *blushes* I finally got the hang of reading in Primary 1. Fortunately, I catch on pretty quick as after that I was always in the top 5 in class. &lt;i&gt;Tapi kat primary school aje cos secondary school gue dah start mentel hehehehe.&lt;/i&gt; I'm hoping Nadira can follow in my footsteps to bag the best Maths student title in school. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, check out Nadira in her Quran class attire, practise reading her Muqaddam before the Ustaz arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/200/DSC00772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids looked very sweet in tudung, dun ya agree? I'm particularly smitten by one cutie pie who is a month younger than my boy. So smitten I am that I even napped her pic from mummylongz's blog and put it up here. &lt;i&gt;Jgn mare eh mummylongz.&lt;/i&gt; She's such a sweet little thing I'm even thinking of asking her mom for her hand! LOL! God! Thinking too far ahead already I am. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/n6aiw6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/n6aiw6.0.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cute little thing is called Tasneem&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113992847069498988?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113992847069498988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113992847069498988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113992847069498988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113992847069498988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/02/hot-and-red.html' title='Hot And Red'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113979292201315905</id><published>2006-02-13T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T09:12:32.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I concede defeat ..</title><content type='html'>I can't complete a sentence without having it falter in between. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt now, as you can guess, I'm chilling at home trying as much as I can to recover from a bad sore throat. It's been a long time since I've got one. Great break away from the MBBS-es and ID10Ts. It's already super frustrating to assist these IT illiterate people over the phone, to the point that I could almost feel my lungs bursting out at the enormous effort I'm trying to explain to them the consequences for entering a wrong password for example. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was bad. I woke up with no voice at all but at least I'm still sound when I reached office. After an hour of waiting for a cab, orders from dear hubby, I finally gave up waiting and took a ride home on a OMO driven Volvo - Bus Service 966. I was on the verge of tears at the time taken to wait for a single pathetic cab. I was already quite feverish, came home from work, hubby felt me and exclaimed, " U ARE SO HOT!" If that had come from a horny man, I would've understand but the next sentence was a give-away, "GO TAKE PANADOL AND SLEEP!" The orders of a husband. Defy I must not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up close to &lt;i&gt;maghrib&lt;/i&gt;. Sunday was better so we went a bit of shopping. Bought Thomas and Frens trains for the 2 monyots and went to Woodlands Library to do some reading with the kids. Come evening, after all that tarzan screaming, my throat started getting soundless again. Aaaagggghhhh! Hubby imitated me so many times I got pissed. &lt;em&gt;Bingit siak!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I hope my voice improves by 3pm cos I need to make a call to Nadira's school to clarify certain issues with her teacher. Her issue is totally getting out of hand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113979292201315905?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113979292201315905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113979292201315905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113979292201315905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113979292201315905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-concede-defeat.html' title='I concede defeat ..'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113967287742525627</id><published>2006-02-11T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T23:51:34.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A MonyotMommy's Paranoia</title><content type='html'>I think I'm paranoid. Nadira keeps forgetting her alphabets and each time she does dat, I have to force her to start reciting everything again. When that happens, she'll get all pressured and look at me with mouth wide-open like as though I'm a cloned dinosaur living in the 21st century when I start testing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe very much that Nadira is an intelligent girl. She's bright, she's a problem solver and she's very much interested in books. And one thing that still intrigues me up till now, one look at her and people say she's intelligent. OK dats fine but how come until now, she still can't write her name correctly??!!! One newsletter which she brought from school, has her classmate's scribblings displayed. In it, were the alphabets, A-Z complete with the dates and day, no spelling mistakes and all written almost perfectly. I'm ashamed that someone else's daughter with the same age as mine can do that but mine can't! Since then, I've been giving Nadira worksheets everyday to practice writing her alphabets while she's home. On Saturdays, when I'm at work, hubby helps out to test her on her alphabets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We realised that Nadira is better at numbers. Like me, she can complete simple problem sums without much difficulty. Still, without a good understanding of English, she won't be able to solve more complex problems sums better. Therefore, the need to instill good reading habits is a must. I'm more kanchiong now after I watched Kelab K, a show I will always watch without fail every Saturday on Suria where a 4 yr old toddler already knows how to read an adult magazine without much aide. &lt;i&gt;Agggh .. makin stress aku.&lt;/i&gt; I know I shouldn't be imposing too much stress on my kids but of course, I want them to excel in life so that they can call the shots, unlike me. The dilemma of a mother.&lt;i&gt; Haizzzz ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gez it's time I send her to some enrichment courses, probably after we moved to Sengkang. Her Quran reading class is going underway and based on the feedback by her Ustaz, she's bright and sharp. &lt;i&gt;Alhamdulillah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I'm rather unhappy with Nadira's school administration this yr. Last yr was a breeze and I never once missed a newsletter from her school. However this yr, since the start up till now, I have only received one newsletter and without calls made to her teacher or school admin assistant, I have no idea wat's happening at her school. All this because Nadira lost her document bag. Hubby even went down to her school to see the principal and the teacher. They had promised to look for the document bag and if not found, will issue another. A week later, when I made a call to her teacher to set another date for the PTA meeting, I was appalled to find out that she is not even aware of Nadira's lost document bag. To think she promised to look for the document bag in front of the principal to hubby. I'm starting to feel the inefficiency of the teacher. I never had problems with her Nursery class teacher last yr cos her teacher never failed to send her home with something in her hand. Term 1 is going to end soon but up till now, we have no idea when her physical education class is!! Horrified, disturbed and upset hubby is getting really pissed with this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think that I recommended others her school and was proud that I made the correct choice. Now I'm not sure anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113967287742525627?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113967287742525627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113967287742525627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113967287742525627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113967287742525627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/02/monyotmommys-paranoia.html' title='A MonyotMommy&apos;s Paranoia'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113963402242291321</id><published>2006-02-11T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T20:54:47.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voiceless</title><content type='html'>I lost my voice!!! And when I came to work today, I felt slightly feverish. Blocked nose, a voice dat goes ON and OFF when I speak in sentences, dry cough .. haiz. Wat else can go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I have a throaty problem. It's difficult for me to talk and me being a very detailed aka &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;luo-so&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; person, I'm having a hard time expressing myself via mouth. And me, always forgetting to inform hubby things, have to give up explaining in my current state of voice. U see, my brain always work things out fast, sometimes too fast dat my mouth can't catch up. And when I tot I already told him things, he will get all defensive and say, "EH! WHEN DID U TELL ME???" *grins* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back late yesterday as we had a kick off meeting to start off the new year at Parkview Square behind Raffles Hospital. Everybody I had never met was there. It was fun teasing each other, &lt;i&gt;kutuk kutuk habis habisan&lt;/i&gt; and the best part is I had flying chickens landing on my face. &lt;i&gt;Dun ask wat happened.&lt;/i&gt; We finished the get-together at 9.40pm but I couldn't get a cab until it was 10.50pm, even though I called for a cab. Nobody wanna go Woodlands :(. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked from Parkview to Bugis Junction where the Q is longer than those queueing to buy 4D. Went to Queen St, no cab. Walked back to Bugis Village, no cab. Walked back to the junction before Bugis Junction, no empty cabs without ON CALL signs. Sigh! I walked to Raffles Hospital and after waiting for 15 minutes, I finally got a cab only to reach home at 11:30pm. &lt;i&gt;Penatz tau!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand; align: center" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00768.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The beautiful garden inside Parkview Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just received another stupid call just now. User can't shutdown her PC, requires our help. I told her to remove the power plug at the back of the CPU first since she can't do soft reboot and guess wat she said? "I can't find any power cable u know. There's only keyboard and mouse cable at the back." *slaps forehead* Then where on earth your desktop PC gets its power from woman????!!! I never knew desktop PCs have batteries, with power strong enough to last them the entire day. Classic siak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113963402242291321?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113963402242291321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113963402242291321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113963402242291321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113963402242291321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/02/voiceless.html' title='Voiceless'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113915478595018621</id><published>2006-02-09T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T11:34:08.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Continuation</title><content type='html'>After a F.U.B.A.R week at work, I finally had time to complete my long dued-hanging update. &lt;i&gt;HEH.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident No. 1: This is an incident I witnessed at the bustop yesterday while waiting for my bus to go home. This chinese couple met up and waited for a bus to go somewhere. I see the guy went up bus 94 leaving his partner sitting at the bustop bench. Then he tapped his Ezlink and went on to find a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened next :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lady looked around while sitting comfortably at the bustop bench before she realised that her partner is no longer at the bus door and bus door was about to close. She immediately ran to the bus, got herself &lt;i&gt;tercepit&lt;/i&gt; at the door, and after door was opened, boarded up only to have her partner rushed up to her to say, "Sorry sorry. I forgot abt you." *slaps forehead*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral Of Story : Always make sure you are indispensable to your other half so that he will FOREVER REMEMBER you are with him. &lt;i&gt;I wonder if this was their first date. I wouldn't wanna go out again the next time if I was the lady.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Incident No. 2 &lt;/b&gt;: Another one, hubby witnessed. A Malaysian Honda cup bike with 2 guys riding on it, the pillion being a rather tall guy with long legs. Hubby was in the bus next to the bike at some junction waiting for the lights to turn green. The pillion stood up in &lt;i&gt;kaki kuda kuda&lt;/i&gt; position to adjust his &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ehem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, underpants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened next :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Immediately at that point of time he stood up, traffic turned green and the rider sped off leaving the pillion still in his &lt;i&gt;kaki kuda kuda&lt;/i&gt; position staring at the rider who's speeding away. There was a slight jam for awhile as the car behind the pillion couldn't move because driver couldn't stop laughing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral Of Story : No matter where your undies had managed to creep into, bear with it until you have reached your destination unless you want to reach your destination in public transport. &lt;i&gt;I wonder if the rider knows his pillion is missing. Hmm .. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is doing more and more peculiar things lately. She's only 5 months old but acts like she's 9 months. She will start nagging when she's tired or frustrated cos nobody &lt;i&gt;layan&lt;/i&gt; her and start blabbing baby expletives like &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;blobblobblobblobblobblobblobblob&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. She will get all angry to the point that she needs to be coaxed till she's satisfied if she was ignored still even after the baby expletives. She sure is one hell of a babe. Btw, babe is growing her lower tooth I think. She keeps pushing her tongue to her lower gums. Anything she can get her hands on, she would put immediately in her mouth. She'd grab my fingers and chew them like there's no tomorrow. &lt;i&gt;Cian monyotmommy kena suffer in silence.&lt;/i&gt; I can only grimace and smile in silence. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00004.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Member tgh buat lagik&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, we received the letter today!!!!! *Doing the jiggy* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scheduled for this month but since my colleague is on leave that day, I can't take leave (FCFS basis mah) and had to postpone it to hub's birthday. &lt;i&gt;Bagus eh? Birthday aku dapat sneak preview of the house interior and his birthday, we get the keys. Excited benor aku hehehehehe.&lt;/i&gt; *Doing another jiggy* &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know hubz very disappointed. &lt;i&gt;Sorry darlin', my team's got limited resources so taking leave is definitely out of the question for the Nyonya. But look on the bright side, you have something to look forward to on your birthday!&lt;/i&gt; *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113915478595018621?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113915478595018621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113915478595018621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113915478595018621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113915478595018621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/02/continuation.html' title='The Continuation'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113902803525917545</id><published>2006-02-04T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T18:29:33.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what happened next ..</title><content type='html'>For these 2 incidents I'm gonna relate soon. Here goes ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incident No. 1 &lt;/strong&gt;: This is an incident I witnessed at the bustop yesterday while waiting for my bus to go home. This chinese couple met up and waited for a bus to go somewhere. I see the guy went up bus 94 leaving his partner sitting at the bustop bench. Then he tapped his Ezlink and went on to find a seat. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess what happened next.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incident No. 2&lt;/strong&gt; : Another one, hubby witnessed. A Malaysian Honda cup with 2 guys riding on it, the pillion being a rather tall guy with long legs. Hubby was in the bus next to the bike at some junction waiting for the lights to turn green. The pillion stood up in &lt;i&gt;kaki kuda kuda&lt;/i&gt; position to adjust his &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ehem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, underpants. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess what happened next.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=================================================&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out my sister is pregnant! Whoa! And another close buddy's wife is also pregnant! Whoa! Whoa! My ex-colleague who was hubby's colleague in Sun Microsystem is pregnant with her 3rd child! Woah! Woah! Woah! And Hubby had 2 colleagues who are pregnant as well! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these pregnant news is making me nauseaous. Makes me soo envious I missed being pregnant. Hehehehe! Not that I wanna be .. I don't! I love being pregnant, getting pampered during pregnancy, the special treatments I get during pregnancy especially from darling hubby. Maybe if I wanna have another, a final last one, it'll probably be when I'm 30. For now, I'm happy with my 3 little monyots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113902803525917545?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113902803525917545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113902803525917545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113902803525917545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113902803525917545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/02/guess-what-happened-next.html' title='Guess what happened next ..'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113880609433651646</id><published>2006-02-01T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T00:51:53.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ABC's of Marriage</title><content type='html'>I suppose some of you may have seen these words somewhere. Well, I was browsing around a big stationery mart when I came across these motivational posters and found one which caught my eye. After showing hubby, both of us decided to get one each to pin up on our cubicle partitions. Come to think of it, we have been living our marriage lives by the same words and Alhamdulillah, we're still doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember these words hubby once uttered to me during our courting days ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It matters not that we know each other for only a short period of time before deciding to settle down. It matters more that as we spend each passing day together, we discover new intriguing things about each other that made us fall in love all over again."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dear married friends, let us all learn our ABC's all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;The ABC's of Marriage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;bsolutely adore each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;e the best of friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;ompromise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;iscover new things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;ncourage each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;orgive and forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;aze into each other's eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;old hands and hug alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;nspire and intrigue each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;oke and laugh and have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;iss .. Kiss .. Kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ove with all your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;arvel at each other's talent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;urture each other's soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;vercome problems together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;lay games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;uieten each other's fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;emember the little things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ay "I Love You" everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;ake time for tenderness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;nderstand and care deeply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;alue everything you share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;ish on stars together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;-press your true feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;earn for each other's touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt;-zzzz in eacch other's arms&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113880609433651646?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113880609433651646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113880609433651646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113880609433651646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113880609433651646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/02/abcs-of-marriage.html' title='The ABC&apos;s of Marriage'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113870817199827192</id><published>2006-01-31T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:09:23.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Dazes</title><content type='html'>After spending the entire evening in Punggol yesterday with the girls at Nanie's house then Ayon's house, we stayed at home today to rest-aka-tido and do the laundry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's meeting with the girls was fabulous. Each of us, with our hubbies and kids in tow, brought food since the get together's menu for the day was potluck. We had loads of fun teasing each other. The kids were as always, arguing with each other over the sole boy's toys and Nuqman was crying coz he couldn't get his way hehehe. &lt;i&gt;Kids.&lt;/i&gt; It was one of those rare times when I finally get to drag hubby down to join in and share the fun and laughter. &lt;i&gt;Nanie sampai nak belik 4D siak cos I managed to get him to join us hahahahahha.&lt;/i&gt; He was rather shy though with the other hubbies as it was his first time joining the group so he kept to the women hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Yani and me had a surprise when they came out of the kitchen with a cake full of lighted candles. Yanni was super excited sampai terloncat loncat kekekeke .. macam budak 2 tahun seh! *lol* Click &lt;a href="http://nuries.multiply.com/photos/album/35" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Nanie's to go Ayon's. Surprisingly, his block was a short distance away. We walked and arrived within 5 minutes. &lt;i&gt;Cepat ehk?&lt;/i&gt; Reached there after maghrib and left only at 10.30pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayon and Izan were great hosts. My kids were sooo noisy, I think the entire block can hear them. They ran around freely, caused the &lt;i&gt;bandung&lt;/i&gt; drink to topple to the plate of fried chicken causing Ayon to eat bandung marinated fried chicken *hehehehehehe* and 2 incidents of uncontrollable pee-in-the-pants accidents. The latter made me soo mad, firstly because I had told Nadira so many times to pee when she feels a slight urge to avoid these kind of accidents and mostly because I FORGOT TO BRING extra panties and pants in my rush! She ended up wearing Amira's pants over the one size bigger T-shirt she was wearing. It was already late and my eyes were starting to get droopy but both hubby and Ayon were so engrossed in chatting, I didn't have the heart to tell hubby I wanted to go home. All of the 3 kids were already asleep by then so Ayon and Izan helped to send us down to the main rd where we hailed a cab back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tiring but spending time with close friends does wonders on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113870817199827192?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113870817199827192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113870817199827192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113870817199827192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113870817199827192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-dazes.html' title='Happy Dazes'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113854054848298385</id><published>2006-01-29T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:24:43.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In Heaven</title><content type='html'>... and enjoying every single minute of peace now without my elder monyots. *grins* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm  a teeny weeny bit guilty for feeling that way, unfortunately with these 2 around, I am never successful in clearing my housework without the help of hubby. With 3 days off from work, it is time I be a good housewife; cook and clear the house off its dust thats collecting and becoming like snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually supposed to come along with hubby and the 2 kids to my PILs in Marine Parade but since Amira vomitted thrice yesterday morning and had fever all the way till today morning causing both her and me a sleepless night, hubby decided to go alone with the 2 kids so Amira and I could have our rest, off from the noisy siblings. Well, my PILs are missing the kids so they've been asking hubby to go over during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby had a rough time coaxing Amira to sleep the entire morning while I was at work yesterday but by mid afternoon she was less cranky so I took the chance to do my last minute grocery shopping on top of renting 2 DVDs for the 3-day holidays while the shops are closed for the Chinese New Year. When I came back, the baby was a little hot so we gave her half a panadol. It kept the fever at bay but come nite time, she got worse. She couldn't sleep and kept on crying even when I carried her while standing up. Her fever finally broke after I had stripped her into a holey shirt, kept sponge-bathing her with cold tap water, applied coolpack on her forehead 4x and had the fan blasting directly at her the entire nite. It didn't feel good seeing her cry or shiver when I put the cold towel on her body but it was for the good of her. Anyway, experiences with the elder 2 made me more &lt;i&gt;kebal&lt;/i&gt; to tears so it wasn't really dat bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time Nadira got admitted to KKH for asthma. She was only 9 months old then. Nobody in my family had asthma so we were a bit inexperienced on what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a day at Sentosa with hub's best buddies and wives, she started to cry incessantly during the nite. She was breathing very heavily and refused any milk. Finally at 6am the next morning, hubby decided to send her to the hospital. She was admitted immediately and I was chased out of the treatment room while they examined her. I could hear her loud heartwrenching cries and especially, her screams of "IBU!". She was always scared of strangers and I suppose, seeing unfamiliar faces made her panicked. She was sent to the High Dependency ward as ICU was full at that time. Doctor ordered her to be put on a drip of glucose to provide her energy. Needless to say, I cried seeing her with oxygen mask and tubes all over. Hubby had to leave in the evening for his favourite aunt's place as she passed away the same day Nadira was admitted so I was left on my own as my parents were in KL that same day and couldn't get a ticket back as it was a weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day she refused to be touched by anybody but me and kept pointing to her milk bottle indicating she was hungry and wanted milk. It was only nite time when the doctor finally told me that she had a bad case of pneumonia and she is not allowed to consume milk. I was so upset that I told the doctor to put her on something so she will finally sleep and rest. Seeing how upset I was, he finally relented and ordered the nurse to give her a bottle of water. She drank all that up in seconds. She finally got some sleep after that, in my arms. Each time I put her on the bed, she would wake up and cry so I had to carry her in my arms. I didn't dare to fall asleep as I was afraid she would slip and fell in my deep slumber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experience had taught me a lot. Making babies is easy but being a mother is not an easy task. Fortunately, the maternal instincts in us starting from pregnancy till birth, will naturally develop to the point that you will do anything for your child, even forgo your sleep and meals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113854054848298385?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113854054848298385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113854054848298385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113854054848298385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113854054848298385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-in-heaven.html' title='I&apos;m In Heaven'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113829010631817896</id><published>2006-01-26T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T08:13:24.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monstrosity At its Best</title><content type='html'>As of today, I declare this project the most horrible account any employee can be in. God help us who are stuck to this horrible robotic, inhumane, callous, implacable, unrelenting, compassionless and too-many-atrocities-that-I-can't-describe-further account. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have tightened all the reins in this project to the point that only the TL and ATL have all powers to perform our schedule AND pass down instructions from the NYONYA who will not listen to reasonings of us who questions them. We were enforced these via one management guy (I dunno who the hell he is) and were told to abide strictly to it. To know how sucky my 8am to 6pm life is, here goes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Rule No. 1 : Daily lunch schedule set by the team leader is fixed. No more swapping of lunch allowed. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I do not know  watever or whoever sparked this but I'd say he/she is the most &lt;b&gt;busuk hati&lt;/b&gt; amongst all. Is it wrong to have lunch in a group? And the best thing is, we were told not to speculate. Apa! Kau ingat kau tanak bilang reason, kita tak tau?! Kau ingat kita ni tembok eh? Kau ingat yang kita tak tau, kau takut kita rapat dgn budak mgmt tu? Pls lah .. get your people mgmt cert first before you manage us. Your people mgmt skills suck! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Rule No. 2 : No more swapping of Saturdays. If you are working on the particular Saturday, whether you are on the verge of death or are already dead, you MUST show up.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;OK, a little exaggerated here abt the death part but the message they are putting across is, whether you have a babysitter or not, whether your immediate family is dying or not or whether you are soo sickly you are bedridden, IF YOU ARE SCHEDULED TO WORK ON THAT SATURDAY YOU MUST SHOW UP! And if you dun, you risk being in the black book of the NYONYA.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Rule No. 3 : Time Offs are a BIG NO NO. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you happen to wake up late and you SMS-ed your leaders you need time off, you risk being blacklisted.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Rule No. 4 : WEF 1st Feb 2006, 5pm shift will re-commence again to "reduce costs".&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;There goes my savings for the house. Sigh!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Rule No. 5 : No personal calls allowed.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Well, the Nyonya initially wanted that enforced but the mgmt guy managed to dilute the ruling to the point that personal calls are kept short and sweet. I hardly make calls to home and I'm already being judged as I dun care abt home! Imagine if this gets enforced? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Rule No. 6 : Everybody must work hard together and cooperate with each other.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;No comments on this .. My heart still aching over the remarks made by a particular bimbo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary : To survive in this wretched account, you must be single, boring, anti-social, act nyonya-like, heartless and an orphan whose life evolves around reports, Q-calls and dumb ID10Ts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooo suffocated, I can't breathe. Help .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS. D, nampaknya kau cuma penolong dalam nama aje. I know now that this is all just part of her game. Proof : password schedule ditukar dan skg, sume decision dia suruh orang sebelah aku buat. So sorry sekiranya kerana kita, kau pun dibabitkan sekali. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113829010631817896?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113829010631817896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113829010631817896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113829010631817896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113829010631817896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/01/monstrosity-at-its-best.html' title='Monstrosity At its Best'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113811792686148729</id><published>2006-01-25T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:02:32.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer of Belief</title><content type='html'>Being a parent for 4 yrs have taught me a lot. I have grown into a more responsible adult. I have learnt that I no longer can do &amp; buy things for myself only and most importantly, I have to make a lot of sacrifices for my kids, like eating their leftovers but this applies mostly to hubby la hehehe. Nowadays, shopping trips are always for the kids. Kids' stuff, kids' groceries, kids, kids, kids. I rarely spend money on myself, except the occasionally but mostly everyday taxi ride and the rare MNOs. Since we're getting our own house, we practically gotta start saving big time. That would mean lesser kids shopping, no more taxi rides to work and significant reduction in binging on snacks. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;YEAH RITE!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Nadira got first her taste of Quranic classes yesterday. We engaged a young Ustaz teaching Quran classes freelance to come our house to teach my girl and my lil brother who have yet to &lt;i&gt;khatam&lt;/i&gt; his Quran. Actually, his mother was my aunt's friend and since we're also looking for someone to teach Nadira to read the Quran, it solved our problems. &lt;i&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;/i&gt; The sense of excitement of having to hear Nadira reading the Quran was thrilling. Not that I was proud of it, I started when I was four and I want my kids to follow suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm having a bit of a crisis at work. There is a pit viper at work who always spits off her utmost venom at practically everybody who are less perfect than she is by tale-telling on others to the leaders. In this team, nobody is as perfect as her. I'd say, she's the perfect example of a backstabber. I've been victimised many times but I dun give a damn cos I know, the leader is also sick of her complaints and she is just gonna get her just desserts. Juz wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to this viper, I'm getting tired of blogging. Not that I wanna quit. As a matter of fact, I dun for this is another avenue for me to vent my frust &lt;i&gt;tonggek&lt;/i&gt;. I'm frustrated because when I see the need to vent my anger, I'm always too busy at work to even pee much less to blog. In the end, my brain blacked out because I had too many kept anger inside me and my blog remains un-updated. One thing I'm grateful is that my faith in God is so strong, I believe so much in retribution. Soon enuf, justice will prevail and in time to come, I will get to see another limping snake. (^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to a certain individual whom I feel for very much right now. I know she is trying her best to drown her sorrows but dear friend, I pray that God give you the strength to overcome this period of time. I hope you will come to re-think of your decision as it will affect everybody, yourself included. My advise : Think of the strengths, those sacrifices made rather than the weakness &amp; the strays for the latter would give you the necessary negativity which will result in the ultimate decision. I pray for the best for you and family, especially the little ones. My hugs, kisses, loves and prayers are with you and the lil ones constantly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113811792686148729?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113811792686148729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113811792686148729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113811792686148729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113811792686148729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/01/prayer-of-belief.html' title='A Prayer of Belief'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113776135252560728</id><published>2006-01-20T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T13:54:32.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day</title><content type='html'>Started early today as we had made an appt with the HDB Officer to view our unit. As we woke up late, we had to take a cab to Sengkang. The cabby who drove us to Sengkang was a malay &lt;i&gt;abang&lt;/i&gt; in his early forties. Both of us were rather surprised when he asked us if the song he was playing on his cd player is suitable for a karaoke contest he is taking part in. He even sang Rahim Maarof's Istana Menanti beautifully. I was enticed by his Rahim Maarof's sound-alike voice. A beautiful way to start my birthday ;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting 45 minutes for the HDB Officer who was 30 minutes late because he was surprisingly lost, he brought us into the unit where we were greeted by simple but clean interiors. With the exception of the shoe cabinet, everything else was tastefully done. Though the kitchen cabinet wasn't really what I had in mind, I guess I have to make do for now until I have saved enough to design my own kitchen concept. &lt;i&gt;Seemingly, that will be like 5 to 10 yrs down the road??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After scrutinizing and capturing every nook and corner of the unit with my DSC H1, we decided that no renovation is needed. &lt;i&gt;Save $$$$ siakkk!!!!!&lt;/i&gt; So with a clear picture on what is needed in the house, we arranged to meet my parents who were at BIG with Nuqman and my sleeping beauty sis who just woke up from her deep slumber, at IKEA at 3pm. We headed for brunch at Compass Pt Banquet, then rush to Bt Batok for hubby to go Friday prayers and thereafter, to fetch Nadira from school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we reached there, my mom had a full load of stuff in her trolley. &lt;i&gt;Bukan main seh mak aku ni kalau pi IKEA hehehehe.&lt;/i&gt; We didn't get anything as I was more interested in looking for ideas in making up each rooms, especially the kids'. Anyway, we couldn't concentrate on looking at the stuffs as the kids weren't really in their best behaviours and we were running out of patience. At 5pm, we had to head back home as dad was on night shift. As it was a hassle taking bus with 3 strollers in tow, we walked to Commonwealth MRT station. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis reminded me on the way back that I was supposed to send Amira for her circumcision. Tired as we were, we decided to send her to Chong Pang to see the malay doctor. As we didn't have the exact address and sis's fren is not replying to her sms, we walked the entire neighbourhood to look for the clinic. After scouting the entire neighbourhood, sis's fren replied back saying that the clinic is at another block opposite the shops. We dragged ourselves and breathe a sigh of relief when we found the clinic opened. In the midst of registration, when the clinic attendant found out we went there for circumcision, we were told to come back to make an appointment if we wanna come back as the doctor performing the procedure is not there or go to Banyan Clinic at Woodlands Mart to see Dr Elli Sabrina who might be able to perform the procedure at that time. Haizzz .. &lt;i&gt;kaki aku dah nak patah ni .. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called the clinic, a lady answered and confirmed that they can perform the circumcision that nite itself. Rushed there and the procedure was completed within 5 minutes. Amira cried for awhile, in shocked, but was otherwise okay.&lt;i&gt; Phew!&lt;/i&gt; Now, there's only her Qiqah to worry abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't really any cake-blowing or celebration as there was really nothing to celebrate about. All I know is I spoilt hubby's chance to surprise me with a cake cos I refused to let him out of my sight the entire day. He's still sore abt it hehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113776135252560728?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113776135252560728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113776135252560728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113776135252560728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113776135252560728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-day.html' title='My Day'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113768943698830784</id><published>2006-01-20T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T00:50:36.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News!</title><content type='html'>Some news I got from &lt;a href="http://katak.kapoosh.net" target="_blank"&gt;katak&lt;/a&gt; : Bloggers or Personal Website Owners now have to pay a "small" fee for having music in their site backgrounds or risk paying a hefty fine. Wahliao weh! I forsee bloggers coming up with their own personal version of Spice Girls or Hoobastank. Stinks but a great way to find a potential Singapore Idol! Hmmmmm ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru gue nak upload lagu I'm A Survivor at my account's 1 yr anniversary. Haiizzz .. &lt;i&gt;Err btw katak, does a recording of my own snore count as protected music??????&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113768943698830784?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113768943698830784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113768943698830784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113768943698830784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113768943698830784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/01/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113748756298771386</id><published>2006-01-19T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T00:29:11.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>www.hougang.chalet.com</title><content type='html'>I've already booked for myself a super size room in IMH. The room is fully padded, white and anyone willing to share the same room is welcome to join me. &lt;i&gt;*grins*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be funny here but no matter how hard I try, these people on the other end of the line are forever making us nuts. Of course there are some nice ones who never fail to bring a smile on our faces but the minority who are super demanding, not only drive us up the wall, they make us feel like we're good-for-nothings. I'm extremely surprised that these people, the supposedly most intelligent amongst all professionals, would call us at the slightest hint of PC trouble, even though a simple restart of the PC could solve their problem. I tot that they of all people would have the common sense to do their first CPRs as they would their patients but NO, they HAD to call us first. It makes even more sense after it occured to me that there is one scene in Jurassic Park whereby the 2 scientists fumbled with their seatbelts when all they need to do is to exchange one side of the seatbelt with the other. Duh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were really trying my patience but I thank Allah for bestowing me patience the length of the equator. Unfortunately, it took a toll on my health and I ended up with bad migraine and blurry vision last evening after work that I had to take a break from these MBBSes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would like to wish &lt;a href="http://www.depressed-manic.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Nanie&lt;/a&gt; and Shukri congratulations on their new addition, a hefty 3.3kg boy!! I was a tad disappointed the boy couldn't make it on 20th cos it's my birthday!! I think Nani was extremely glad it didn't. &lt;i&gt;Takpe nani .. takpe. Aku ingat!! Hehehehe.&lt;/i&gt; Anyway, glad that it's all over soon. Hmmm next one on the list .. my leader. And after that ... SRI!!!! &lt;i&gt;Hahaha .. ko ingat aku tak tau eh?? Aku ada sepai tau. Sebelum jumpa korang kat Ayon's wedding aku dah tau hehehehe. Jaga Rie .. hehehehehe.&lt;/i&gt; Hmmm .. praying for that someone to continue on after that .. *winks at mummylongz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh! It's 12am now! Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthdayyy Ida .. Happy Birthday to me! Hhehehehehehe .. tak betul eh nyanyi sendiri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received 2 gifts earlier from my parents and my sis and bro-in-law. A Philips Juice Blender from my sis and her hub and a Cornell Sandwich Maker from my parents. Thank you dears .. I'm sooo touched *blushes*. &lt;i&gt;Terloncat loncat aku dapat prezen kehkehkehkehkeh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at 10am, I'll be viewing the interiors of my new house for the first time. Yaaaayyy .. insyallah, praying for a great start to my 28th yr of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subhanallah! I'm 28!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Allah, Alhamdulillah, I'm now 28, a mother of 3 beautiful and lovely kids and wife to a wonderful and great husband. I thank you God for another year of my life and I seek your wisdom to guide me through important decisions in time to come. I thank you God for extending my life so my kids could enjoy another day with their mother. I thank you God for extending another day of my life for me to enjoy my birth day with my beloved husband. I thank you God for extending another day of my life so I could hug and kiss my kids in flesh. Thank you dear God for another beautiful day. Amin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113748756298771386?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113748756298771386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113748756298771386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113748756298771386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113748756298771386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/01/wwwhougangchaletcom.html' title='www.hougang.chalet.com'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113729368627525790</id><published>2006-01-15T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T10:54:46.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a goner ...</title><content type='html'>I've been busy .. so busy at work that I didn't even have time to update my blog, much less bloghop around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work this week has been hell. I kept getting calls from difficult and demanding users with lowly positions but action terror like some big shot. Sigh! &lt;i&gt;Lama lama masuk Hougang Chalet jugak aku! Belum sempat pindah Sengkang, dah kena transfer pindah Hougang eh?? Hehehehehe...&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the new lead going on maternity soon and our hopeful backup ATL to spur us on, hopefully things will turn out better. Even SDM thinks highly of him. We do not need dictators. We need moral encouragement and recognition in our efforts to support these people who treat us as slaves! Din, &lt;b&gt;REMEMBER WHAT I TOLD U&lt;/b&gt;! Hehehehehhee ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eid Adha was spent with the in-laws. Our intentions for Qiqah this yr tak menjadi so we decided to postpone it to next yr, Insyallah. Kids were tended by hub's cuzins so we were free to help out in the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW .... I NEED TO LOSE MY SPARE TYRE!! &lt;i&gt;Tgh happy happy siap nak pi my in-laws for raya sekali pakai baju je, my tummy bulged out.&lt;/i&gt; I was horrified and screamed out. Hubby knocked on the door thinking something happened to me. I opened the door and he laughed when he saw me squeezing my flabby tummy. The flab from the pregnancy hadn't subsided!! Aaggghhh!! To think this outfit was a size bigger before I got pregnant. And I tot I lost all my pregnancy weight, which I did, but flab is still there! Aaaggghhhhh!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hub's aunt told me that she used to have the same problem as me until she started wearing this nylon material slimming body suit to work. This body suit helps to keep in the flab and tightened the tummy so that the flab will be reduced significantly. She got me so interested and when I told hubby I'm interested to get one, he commented, " Alamak dekni .. high maintenance betul ah!" Well, too bad hub .. you're stucked to me for life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113729368627525790?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113729368627525790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113729368627525790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113729368627525790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113729368627525790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-goner.html' title='I&apos;m a goner ...'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113682450242328501</id><published>2006-01-10T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T01:12:53.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grass is Always Greener on the Other Side</title><content type='html'>It was a bad day today at work. I do not know why but everybody, myself included, was grumpy today. Some others felt so crummy, we simply couldn't tolerate the nonsense the users were giving us. I broke down twice when both screamed murder at me for No-way-am-I-accepting-that solutions provided by someone else. To think that I've rushed the solutions for them after being screamed at and yet they still couldn't test out the solutions because something else was not done by thedir own people! &lt;B&gt;And you still hv the cheek to scream at me you bitch!&lt;/b&gt; There were also those who ordered us around as if we were paid to be their slaves. How could I feel motivated when I have to face these at work everyday? Even the mgmt are not doing anything to motivate us, not even a word of thanks or encouragement! My PC is already forseeing people mass-tendering again after February. It's a cycle that will never stop year after year. Of course with shits like this, who can tahan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to HQ today afternoon to get my payslip chopped with the company stamp for submission to HDB. While I was making my way back, I saw my former account manager where I was in Nokia and spoke to her abt my rejected Nokia OT which I tot had already been credited but in actual fact wasn't. This I only realised in May last yr after months of waiting for it to be credited. Initially she had promised to help me approve the claim but when I saw her just now, she sounded pissed that I had reminded her of this and even said that she's 99% sure I won't get my OT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I wasn't aware my performance remuneration would be credited in February, the same month I was supposed to get my OT. To think that I had not gotten my OT says so much abt this company. Tsk! And when I spoke to my then-supervisor (who is now retired to home) in May-June abt it, she claimed that HR rejected the claim. What bullshit? How come when I spoke to the Finance lady, she was willing to help me process the claim provided you approve the claim? And when I questioned you, you said you would never reject a claim? And NOW YOU'RE TELLING ME MY CLAIM WOULD NEVER BE APPROVED??!!! What the FISH!!! What injustice is this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ya Allah! Time and again, I've been submitted to discrimination and exploitation .. Pls grant me more strength to pull me through this period of time. I besiege you, for you are the Almighty, the One and Only creator of this earth. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time I look for greener pastures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113682450242328501?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113682450242328501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113682450242328501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113682450242328501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113682450242328501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/01/grass-is-always-greener-on-other-side.html' title='Grass is Always Greener on the Other Side'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113665558474303397</id><published>2006-01-07T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T11:27:32.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hub, The Disciplinarian, The Bantal Busyuk, The All-in-One.</title><content type='html'>I'm ridiculously missing my hubby! And this, barely 3 hours after he left home for work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a woman who always have her man by her side all the time except during working hours and the occasional MNOs (Mummies Nites Out), I'm handling this terribly. I'm sooo attached to my man, I can't sleep without him hugging me. Boooohooo! *Sob! Sob! Sob!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was getting ready to go work just now and after putting on his cologne, he smelled sooo nice I had to comment, "Amboi! Wanginya! Mcm nak jumpa matair!" I meant it as a joke and spoke in a joking tone but my &lt;b&gt;Super Sensitive New Age Guy&lt;/b&gt; just HAD to get offended hehehehehehehehe. &lt;i&gt;Dah salam, hug, kissh pipi baru member cool down hehehehe.&lt;/i&gt; Kids kissed their dad's hand &amp; cheeks and off he went, to work, only to be back tomorrow evening. After he left, for like 30 minutes, Nadira kept saying "Kesian Baba". &lt;em&gt;Sebijil macam record rosak&lt;/em&gt;. When my grandma asked why, she said, "Ye lah pasal tadi Baba kata dia kena jaga dinosaur. Nanti Baba kena NGAP dgn dinosaur macam mana?" The mind of a 4 year old. *lol* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, when I came back after doing some grocery shopping at NTUC Civic Centre, hubby immediately passed Amira to me. He was super duper pissed with the babe for 30 minutes of continuous crying, refusing milk and even cried when carried. &lt;i&gt;Ni anak kalau dah merajok, buruk! Sama cam *ehem!* hehehehehe.&lt;/i&gt; Nadira went out with grandma and aunt to the wet market so she was not around to help daddy pacify the younglings. I couldn't even remove my headdress properly with Nuqman and Amira in my arms. Seeing hub was tired of tending the kids since morning when I was at work, I took over and let him sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am most fortunate to have a husband who is ever so willing to share the burden of tending the kids. I know of some husbands, one living example right in my home, who expect their wives to do everything themselves. Fortunately for me, hubby's not like dat. Which is why he is capable of handling 3 monyots on his own on Saturdays when I'm @ work. The fact that the kids are afraid of his authoritative figure helps in controlling them from being too "wild". However, even though he's fierce, they knew they could treat him as their playmate as well. I supposed my non-interference during those times when hubby was disciplining them did help them cultivate their fear towards their father. Anis juz need to &lt;i&gt;beliak&lt;/i&gt; his eyes, stare hard and immediately the kids comply. Pretty easy huh? It comes with 2.5 yrs of training with the Force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm getting sleepy. &lt;i&gt;Hmmm .. bantal busyuk me takde.&lt;/i&gt; *Sob Sob*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113665558474303397?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113665558474303397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113665558474303397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113665558474303397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113665558474303397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/01/hub-disciplinarian-bantal-busyuk-all.html' title='Hub, The Disciplinarian, The Bantal Busyuk, The All-in-One.'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113655801390276110</id><published>2006-01-06T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:14:23.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Hunting Concluded</title><content type='html'>We did it today at 4pm. The quest has finally been concluded after one tiring week. Being first time house owners, we wanted to make sure that the unit we chose suited everybody. We spent every single free day we had assessing each areas on foot and took different modes of transport to see the entire town. We even took time after work to see the area in the late evening. It was just what I loved, serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I stepped into the new town, I found new fascinating things. That Sunday was my virgin trip to the new town. I definitely was not disappointed. Unfortunately, the first cluster of blocks we wiewed was well below my expectations. That, we figured was probably due to its age. It was one of the first few clusters to be built. Justified why we fell in love at first sight with this unit when we went to its cluster of blocks. Whatever it is, we've already paid up. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike first time owners, I'm not very excited abt the purchase. I still have that naggy feeling I had before I made the booking. It felt like as though I have done something wrong. I do not know if I am wrong to think this way but earlier, before I made my way to Toa Payoh, I prayed that if that unit is really meant to be the place for me to raise my kids, I seek Allah to bestow HIS wealth upon me. Seconds after, it started to rain. Old folks used to say &lt;i&gt;hujan tuh rezeki&lt;/i&gt;. I guess, it was HIS way of saying &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;go ahead and buy the flat &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;hehehehehe. Hub's best friend did the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;terjun botol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; when he purchased his unit. Supposedly &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bidan terjun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; but he forgot the &lt;em&gt;peribahasa&lt;/em&gt; and said that instead hehehehe. Keyword here : &lt;b&gt;Tawakal&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If GOD wills, 3 months down the road, we'll be receiving the keys to our own lovenest. 3 months later on, if GOD wills again, we'll be moving into our lovenest. So many things to plan. So many things to buy. So many things to do yet so little time to spare. &lt;i&gt;Pening pening.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've adopted Sun Tzu's Art of War in my life philosophies now. Getting demoralised and giving up is the way of a loser. The famous Sun Tzu's quote : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;quote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Invincibility lies in one's own hands, but the enemy's vulnerability is of his own making. Thus, those skilled in war can make themselves invincible, but the enemy's vulnerability is provided only by the enemy himself."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/quote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113655801390276110?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113655801390276110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113655801390276110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113655801390276110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113655801390276110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/01/house-hunting-concluded.html' title='House Hunting Concluded'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113651565280212018</id><published>2006-01-06T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T11:44:39.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day</title><content type='html'>After days of pondering, weighing the pros and cons, hubby and I have decided to go ahead with the booking of this one particular unit we both fell in love with. At the very least, both of us have agreed on this unit. Since our kids' development and mental well-being are our priorities for now, we've decided that no matter how inconvenient it is for us to go shop, work and play, as long as the surroundings is good for kids, we'll go ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 5 minutes ago, I was still wondering if the choice I have made is right and yet as I was typing this entry, it became clearer and more obvious that this is the place, the pigeon hole, that we want to spend the rest of our lives in and where we want to raise our kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday midnight, both of us were calculating our CPFs, our budget after the renovation and money left for savings. I doubt that we would be able to get our car this yr since our monthly expenses, inclusive of the reno are already sucking up a lot of our income. The CPF instalment used to pay the house monthly is itself more than our combined contribution, excluding bonuses and OT. By the time we complete the 30 yr loan, I guess I might not even have 10K by the time I retire as the price of the unit is beyond 300K. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth going for a unit that expensive just for the comfort of everyone? The reason we decided to go for Executive Apartment is because EAs have study rooms and for the comfort of my kids and my kid brother who is still attending school, I feel that they should have proper study area to concentrate fully. Besides, the bedrooms are rather small for us to install a study table in each room. Should I go ahead with the booking? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High floor, beautiful surroundings, minimal reno, good environment for families who wants to relax on the weekends, play and cycle around the garden, these are the things I would want to see in my future home. &lt;i&gt;Haiizzz .. I'm very bad at decision-making. Can things get anymore complicated?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113651565280212018?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113651565280212018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113651565280212018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113651565280212018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113651565280212018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/01/day.html' title='The Day'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113635964594865547</id><published>2006-01-04T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T15:29:35.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Start!</title><content type='html'>I came to work yesterday morning looking forward to a great start at work in the brand new year of 2006. Though I was having blocked and runny nose with hints of an incoming fever, I was determined to rough it out till I &lt;i&gt;buay tahan liao&lt;/i&gt;. Just one of my new year resolutions hehehehehe.  Besides, I was not at the stage of I-need-my-bed-now feeling yet so still OKlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, as soon as I auto-in (a code used when we're ready to answer calls), the calls kept pouring. There was an instance where there were 7 calls awaiting to be picked up when all 6 of us were online. It was obvious, we're not gonna make it again this month. 6 of us to fight the battle, all still online with users, more calls awaiting for us to pickup, can things get anymore worse? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being escalator of the day, it was difficult for me to focus on so many things at the same time. The call lights kept blinking (&lt;i&gt;aku ni plak, type takley tengok call tunggu lama lama.&lt;/i&gt;) and there are at least 5 cases waiting for me to escalate out to the engineers. I wasn't feeling too good either, especially with an irritating blocked nose. Drank hot milo and downed a piece of paracetamol to keep my fever and runny nose at bay, I managed to do as instructed by the SDM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having a spicy lunch of bamia chicken, yellow rice and hot &lt;i&gt;teh tarik&lt;/i&gt;, I started perspiring (demam dah kebah! Yaaayy!) and my blocked nose cleared. Everything went a little more smoothly after lunch. Late evening, my TL got concerned because I was sneezing away non-stop. I told her I'm a little better than morning as I could skip and jump a little. Come nite time, I lost my sense of smell and was a little hearing impaired. My body started getting hot and come morning, I succumbed to the flu bug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now here I am blogging and snorting away like a pig. &lt;i&gt;Haiz .. meleleh plak .. &lt;/i&gt;*blows nose*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113635964594865547?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113635964594865547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113635964594865547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113635964594865547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113635964594865547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-start.html' title='What A Start!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113621718124619803</id><published>2006-01-02T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T01:01:45.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Hunting Part 2</title><content type='html'>Went recce-ing again today to see the rest of the units we didn't manage to see yesterday. Viewed 4 units in Sengkang and 3 in Punggol. Based on what I see, I found that Punggol has better block designs than Sengkang but I guess that was because Punggol was built at a later time compared to Sengkang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were quite disappointed with the repurchased units we viewed because though the difference in price is at least 20K, there wasn't much reno done to the house. There was one with all sorts of colour paint thrown on the front door. Even the gate was padlocked. We could only think of one cause. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loansharks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Just the tot of opening the door to go work in the morning, only to find it padlocked from outside, give me shivers. Hubby laughed at my expression upon seeing the paint-thrown door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/flat.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/flat.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;You all nampak tak the padlock kat luar gate tuh?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the areas we went was much further from Compass Point. We walked all the way from Compass Point just to see how convenient it was for us to go on foot. As soon as we stepped into the cluster of blocks, we were greeted with beautiful surroundings. Even the carpark was located in the basement. I was starting to wonder if I had stepped into a private property area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/garden.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Central Garden&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were making our way to the intended block, I see a few young couples with young kids as well as an old couple (grandparents I presume) with a young child taking a walk and relaxing everywhere. The scenery we saw when we went up to 10th floor was even more spectacular. The wind was blowing strongly and we were welcomed with a view soo green, I tot I had never seen that much greeneries before. The blocks have roof and ground floor gardens as well.  Hubby was impressed with the area, needless to say. I doubt anybody would want to come home to dirty void decks and surroundings and having a vicinity like this relaxes my mind after a stressful day at work with the MBBS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/view.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;The view from 10th floor&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, for both of us since we're on public transport, it would be a bit of a hassle to go work as there is only 1 feeder service servicing the area. I'd say this area would suit those with their own transport better. Well, we still have yet to decide cos hubby still wants to go recce again. Me? I love the surroundings but hubby has the final say. &lt;i&gt;We see how la hor.&lt;/i&gt; Looks like we'll be back to Sengkang &amp; Punggol again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst .. Nani sorry tak singgah rumah kau tadi. All of us damn tired lah cos dari kul 1 sampai kul 6.30 tak berhenti jalan. Insyallah nanti bila aku pegi Punggol lagik, aku akan singgah rumah kau. &lt;strong&gt;This time with hubby tagging along&lt;/strong&gt;, wokay? Hehehehehe ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113621718124619803?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113621718124619803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113621718124619803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113621718124619803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113621718124619803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/01/house-hunting-part-2.html' title='House Hunting Part 2'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113612199164171342</id><published>2006-01-01T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T00:09:27.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Hunting Part 1</title><content type='html'>It's strange but I'm getting stressed over choosing the right unit. If there is a unit I like, hubby preferred another. And when hubby had already made up his mind on one unit, there sure is something abt the area that makes us go &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;errrrrr&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I wonder how people who move houses frequently can take the stress of choosing a good unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with a unit 2 blocks away from the showflat unit with the same floor plan. The study room is so spacious, it looks so much like TP library's meeting room. The bedrooms are a bit small in size but that doesn't really matter to me. Unfortunately, the vicinity looked so dirty and the paint looked so like they're ready to fall off that hubby got turned off immediately. He even commented that Woodlands though is an old area, looks so much cleaner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went off to see another unit @ Sengkang East Rd and was welcomed by beautiful surroundings plus clean void decks and well color-coordinated corridors. This unit was a repurchased flat so we figured we could save on the reno. From the looks of the entrance and the grills of the flat viewed from ground floor, it does look like it has been occupied but left vacant by the previous owner. It however, does not have a service balcony or yard, something which I find important to have in our home. Everything else is good. It's within walking distance to Compass Point, MRT, bus interchange, Sengkang Polyclinic &amp; Sengkang NPC (which hubby finds importance in .. I guess something to do with his work). Bustop, just 1 block away from the intended unit, has direct buses to Marine Parade (PILs' place), Woodlands (grandma's place) and hubby's office. What more should he ask for? But then it still doesn't have a service balcony!! &lt;i&gt;Hehehe .. I've been repeating that since we came back from viewing the areas of that unit and hubby is starting to get irritated :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only managed to cover these 2 areas and yet the tiredness felt like we had gone to visit 10 houses during Hari Raya. We had initially intended to get the showflat but we were too late cos it was already booked much earlier. Now need to go recce again.&lt;i&gt; Sigh .. camna ni!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00718.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;The block which is in front of the block we're aiming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/1600/DSC00719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7878/409/320/DSC00719.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Compass Point .. just 10 minutes walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113612199164171342?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113612199164171342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113612199164171342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113612199164171342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113612199164171342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/01/house-hunting-part-1.html' title='House Hunting Part 1'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113608931842121655</id><published>2006-01-01T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T12:21:58.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Tip for 2006</title><content type='html'>Hubby received this sms today morning :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For a good year ahead, always listen to your women for they always give &lt;strong&gt;sound &lt;/strong&gt;advise. 99% sound, 1% advise.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone! I'm going to see my new house. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113608931842121655?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113608931842121655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113608931842121655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113608931842121655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113608931842121655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2006/01/best-tip-for-2006.html' title='Best Tip for 2006'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113599964455199437</id><published>2005-12-31T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T12:20:01.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections of 2005</title><content type='html'>I've learnt that paper qualifications doesn't really tell how intelligent you are. Somehow, I'm not suprised that my MBBS users are so dumb that they can't even follow simple instructions. Performing a simple search for a file itself can cause great distress to them, what more a request such as unplug and replug cables at the back of the CPU? Look at my conversation with a user today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME &lt;/strong&gt;: Type in &lt;strong&gt;xxx &lt;/strong&gt;then &lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;, the character on top of digit 8, &lt;strong&gt;dot&lt;/strong&gt; ... &lt;strong&gt;EXE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Overheard the user mumbling ..&lt;br /&gt;xxxASTERIX.EXE (spelling out asterix instead of entering *) .. &lt;i&gt;haiizzzz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stupefied. Stupidity at its best. Now you know how &lt;strong&gt;stressful &lt;/strong&gt;my job is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little overwhelmed at the amt of attention my 3 monyots demand from me, especially monyot #2. When he wants something, he doesn't ask anymore. He pulls me really hard to where he wants me to be and point. Kakak is very, very talkative nowadays. Soo talkative that I cannot keep up with her chatters. Always asking, what's this? What's that? And most of the times, her questions make me laugh. Hubster who can never tolerate chatty kids, almost wanted to swear her off him but &lt;i&gt;anak punya pasal&lt;/i&gt; .. &lt;strong&gt;ENDURE&lt;/strong&gt; hehehehe. Amira is a big attention seeker. If she's on her own on the bed, she will make a lot of noise, asking someone to give her attention. If nobody attends to her, she will cry and refused milk even, and we had to pacify her till she cools down. &lt;i&gt;Hmmm .. perangai macam seseorang yg ku kenal tapi siapa ya? *points at hubby*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year is just a day away. I have not really accomplished anything for the past one year except that I managed to pass my final theory. Oklah, at least something lah. No house, no license .. ohh I forgot, an addition to my family, Nuramira Qashrina. With the coming of 2006, I have so many new things to achieve. House, license, car, housing stuffs. With so many things to achieve and limited resources, can I achieve everything within the year? Looks like I have to forgo my end of yr trip to Gold Coast and also look for additional income to accomplish these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113599964455199437?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113599964455199437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113599964455199437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113599964455199437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113599964455199437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2005/12/reflections-of-2005.html' title='Reflections of 2005'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18836062.post-113591659177568736</id><published>2005-12-30T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T12:23:41.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dropped my w900i !!!</title><content type='html'>Aaaaaaaagggggggggh .. and.. Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damaged done .. sob sob sob .. thank god it landed on the mattress hehehe. For awhile after I dropped the phone, the phone went blank. I was on the verge of tears but just one keypad tap and the screen came online again. Yaaaaaaaaayyyyyy! It was just the screensaver. &lt;i&gt;Nak panic je.&lt;/i&gt; *slaps forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha .. over-react sikit beb .. almaklum, nak testing waters kalau kalau boleh jadi actress Suria. &lt;i&gt;Like real!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going HDB during lunch to check out the application procedures. Once confirmed, we'll proceed to book the unit we have decided upon. Dunno can settle within 1 hour or not .. kalau tak confirm lah next week kena dtg balik. Haizz ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18836062-113591659177568736?l=monyotmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/113591659177568736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18836062&amp;postID=113591659177568736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113591659177568736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18836062/posts/default/113591659177568736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monyotmommy.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-dropped-my-w900i.html' title='I dropped my w900i !!!'/><author><name>iDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05839898163688213340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/ida053/idanis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
