<?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-3137690167635303937</id><updated>2011-10-19T09:02:14.689-07:00</updated><category term='i&apos;m not ready to die.. not ready to face You'/><category term='I love my family'/><category term='e..e.. Begok nya cowok2 ini semua'/><category term='manjerBiolz is loved'/><category term='Fishing At East Coast'/><category term='Bye Bye $500..'/><category term='Allah SWT..'/><category term='u&apos;re so lame'/><title type='text'>manjerBiolz</title><subtitle type='html'>Beyond Illusion</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-1893169825767596870</id><published>2010-10-18T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T06:19:51.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Danila Qisyani on TNP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone! I've been neglecting my blog ever since I'm busy with my two kids. My second daughter, Danila Qistyna is learning to crawl, now at 6mths. Her first n second tooth appear a day after another at 5 mths too! At the same time, she got an infection on her left shoulder. There's a bump which I thought it was a mosquito bite, which then grew bigger, and look yellowish at the top because there's pus. And red at the base. Been going KKH every two days to have her dressing changed. Now that its healing.. and the tissues are joint, I could finally treat it myself. Imagine going hospital in a taxi to n fro.. Some might ask why don't I use the train or the bus. Well, Qisty of course an active baby, who can't sit still for more then 10mins, let alone sitting it the bus for 45mins. She will shout once she's angry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/TLxIlen_TtI/AAAAAAAAAVU/GY5fayco1ds/s1600/Picture0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/TLxIlen_TtI/AAAAAAAAAVU/GY5fayco1ds/s320/Picture0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529374251217276626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, Qisya appeared in The New Paper on 17th Oct, pg 30. I once tell myself, that one day, I wished that my kids would appear in the new paper.. In the good things of course..and she did.. I send her picture via email, and it was published! I didn't remember to check the news paper until I saw the headline about the Ipoh woman who turned muscular after an intensive bodybuilding programme.. Was flipping through when I saw Qisya's photo! I couldn't express in words the moment I saw her picture! I was at a clinic, sending Qistyna to see the doctor for her bad cough at that point of time. Hubby came, I pass him the newspaper and told him to look for page 30. As a man and a daddy, of course his expression of happiness weren't as much as I am..! I feel like going around Tampines St 81, holding that page and shout,&lt;br /&gt;"Here's my baby!!" I went to MCP supermarket to look for the cashier who loves buying sweet for Qisya, and I showed her.. With the long queue, I managed to show her, and she, too was amazed! " Ni kan, ha de ni er!" sorry if the spelling is wrong) She say while showing it to one of her colleague, ignoring the long queue..hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about me, I'm still looking for a job. I won't give up.. but there's no one to look after the kids, and even if there's childcare centres, I still need someone to look after them while I start to work first, so as to save money for the first payment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats life without a problem? And my dream is still to be a motivator...&lt;br /&gt;Motivating the younger generations and those in the prisons.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go now,&lt;br /&gt;Qisya just shout "Mama, come, Qistyna nak susu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-1893169825767596870?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/1893169825767596870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2010/10/danila-qisyani-on-tnp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/1893169825767596870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/1893169825767596870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2010/10/danila-qisyani-on-tnp.html' title='Danila Qisyani on TNP!'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/TLxIlen_TtI/AAAAAAAAAVU/GY5fayco1ds/s72-c/Picture0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-7189731806201964956</id><published>2010-07-10T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T02:01:03.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think of the white tigers that I saw at Singapore Zoo. I love animals, but I realised that the love is not to the extent of wanting to touch them or getting near them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage itself is so profound. There's no saying that all stories are the same. Marriage life&lt;br /&gt;is wide and deep. I'm so so grateful for being blessed with two cute daughters.&lt;br /&gt;For one is lovely that put smiles on my face everyday, and one who give me a chance of being a full time mother. I'm also blessed with a wonderful husband. Even though he's not good in words,&lt;br /&gt;like sending sweet messages, full of surprises and gifts on no occasion, but he's actions is more then enough to prove how dedicated he is towards our marriage. He doesn't like shopping. He goes home straight after work, not wanting to slack anywhere. He meets his friends once a month. I don't force him to do any of those, but he automatically change and adapt himself to play his role of a father and a husband. I don't fancy the kind of luxurious life, because I believe that each life is given for a certain.&lt;br /&gt;Rich people with chauffeurs are driven around, a pity they don't get to walk slowly and appreciate the serenity. Poor people are happy all the time. Some couples excel in careers but not blessed with children. Some arrogant people spend most of their time in hospital, dealing with sickness that are draining their money away, yet still snobbish. That's life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with what I'm given, I don't ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is busy with his check ups. He has a lump on his liver, gallstone, and something round in between which is shown on the x-ray. His doctor suspects Lung Cancer. Dad is a heavy smoker. He was never sick before. After all the years of hard work, this illness finally gave him some leeway to rest more often. He works as a Supervisor cum Senior Tecnician with Keppel Engineering FMO, currently assigned to Republic Polytechnic. So if you are schooling and happened to see someone came to your class to fix things, it might be my dad. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effa (MisqLovette) ask me how I shed weight. This is not a teaching, but sharing.&lt;br /&gt;K, effa, first of all after birth &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jamu &lt;/span&gt;and massage like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sengkak&lt;/span&gt; is most important. We are young, and we need to use this body for don't know how long. I exercise and jog for 2-3 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;I apply cream too. I use Nivea Anti-Cellulite after bath in the morning, before sleeping or exercise routine or before jogging, I use Dior Svelte Cellulite Control Complex by Christian Dior.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, diet is important too. Its useless to do so, but you don't control your intake as well. You can try. If you don't have the time to go out, maybe during your kids nap time, spend 30-45mins to exercise at home. Anywhere will do. Try it! Good luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/TDg04XOGd9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Ggew96JpYVY/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/TDg04XOGd9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Ggew96JpYVY/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492197888488798162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-7189731806201964956?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/7189731806201964956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/7189731806201964956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/7189731806201964956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/TDg04XOGd9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Ggew96JpYVY/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-8136715112916450339</id><published>2010-06-07T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T10:13:03.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hello readers! Its been a long time to me, since I last wrote in.&lt;br /&gt;My mother started working, so I've been busy all day.&lt;br /&gt;Routine has been the same, every single day. Wake up, bath Qisty, bath Qisya.&lt;br /&gt;Vacuum, mop then start cooking. Free time, will watch cartoon with Qisya. But mostly,&lt;br /&gt;she'll ask for her karaoke Yank by Wali Band. She only sings the last word.&lt;br /&gt;Yaaannnk.........ku....yaaaaannnkkk.........mu.......&lt;br /&gt;I brought Qisty to Adidah's clinic to circumcise (sunat) just now.She cried, Qisya coax her and say, "Tak! Nenek syg". Which means don't worry, the doctor loves her"&lt;br /&gt;Hubby's resigning soon. Although he was promoted early, and chosen as the employee with best grooming ( he iron his uniform every night) , still it was hard. He's joining Ieco, a collaboration of Rolls Royce &amp;amp; SIA Engineering Company. Better prospect, just 4 days work a week means more time together. My appetite is getting worse! From 1 plate of rice a day, to 3-4 plate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby's been very sweet lately. Qisya is tring to speak more then two syllabus. Qisty can see much clearer now. I got a video, will upload to youtube soon, will inform you guys. A video of Qisty. I thought she was mad, her face was red and her eyebrow looked funny. In fact she wasn't mad, she was pressing her poo! Stupid mum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=14438&amp;id100000354078730&amp;I=169992bd7a"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; for new pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Izura As'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-8136715112916450339?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/8136715112916450339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2010/06/motherhood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/8136715112916450339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/8136715112916450339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2010/06/motherhood.html' title='Motherhood'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-2708709894416225255</id><published>2010-04-17T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:20:36.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Achik (Spin)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Some of you might know&lt;br /&gt;Achik (Spin) died in a car crash yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a big fan of him.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot accept the fact that his gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apakah ini suratan takdir...."&lt;br /&gt;(insan ku sayang kini menghilang - Spin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/S8qVuKtXjwI/AAAAAAAAAU8/D0zvOZG-Srw/s1600/putriraniaachikspinrosevn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461342118521310978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/S8qVuKtXjwI/AAAAAAAAAU8/D0zvOZG-Srw/s320/putriraniaachikspinrosevn2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        Listening to his songs right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-2708709894416225255?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/2708709894416225255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2010/04/achik-spin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/2708709894416225255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/2708709894416225255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2010/04/achik-spin.html' title='Achik (Spin)'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/S8qVuKtXjwI/AAAAAAAAAU8/D0zvOZG-Srw/s72-c/putriraniaachikspinrosevn2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-4178317911733425405</id><published>2010-04-07T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T04:15:12.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Of Danila Qistyna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello friends!&lt;br /&gt;Some might have knew, I've given birth&lt;br /&gt;to my precious 2nd baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;On the 30/03/2010&lt;br /&gt;Name Danila Qistyna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through normal vaginal delivery, this time, without epidural.&lt;br /&gt;Thank Allah!&lt;br /&gt;Qisya was delighted upon seeing her sister.&lt;br /&gt;She kisses, carries and even lick her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to plan ahead.&lt;br /&gt;I want to work after my confinement but don't know&lt;br /&gt;in which industry I'm interested in..&lt;br /&gt;Friends, do give me tips..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do visit my FB to view the photos of my newborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Facebook Badge START --&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Manjer-Biolz/100000354078730" title="Manjer Biolz" target="_TOP" style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452580773782273698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/S6t1UyJqvqI/AAAAAAAAAU0/PtzNMbS8gH8/s320/002b000xuo7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;I realised that I didnt upload any full pic of me &amp;amp; my big tummy..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will upload soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Due date: 4rd April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a boring day for me. My mum went for a day tour to Melacca, leaving me and dad hungry&lt;br /&gt;as soon as she left. I got no plans today. Hubby will be home late. He went to his mum's house to check out his plants and to put fertilizers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already 9months and coming 3 weeks of pregnancy. Which is 39 out of 40 weeks. Any day could be the day I will be in labour. I can't wait, I've packed my bag ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Baby oil &amp;amp; cream&lt;br /&gt;-Baby wrap&lt;br /&gt;-Baby hat&lt;br /&gt;-Mittens &amp;amp; booties&lt;br /&gt;-1 shirt &amp;amp; pant&lt;br /&gt;-Electric toothbrush &amp;amp; toothpaste etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have trouble sleeping at night, will sleep by 3am thou. But wakes up at 6.30am. Will take a bath, buy beancurd for breakfast, do the washing and drying of clothes, clean the kitchen, prepare breakfast for my dear Qisyani. Stop at 10am, sleep back, and wakes up at 4pm. -,-"&lt;br /&gt;What a day! And the backache is getting stronger. I can feel my pelvic bone and hip expanding, giving way for my baby.&lt;br /&gt;My dear Qisyani is as eager as I am. She can't wait to see her lil sister. Recently, she always wanted me to carry her. She scream for me at late nights. She tried to put in her pacifier into my belly button, thinking thats where Qistyna's mouth is. Hilarious isn't she? Poor hubby, saving up alot for our 2nd child. The post natal massage, the new milk powder &amp;amp; bottles etc. And we need a new pram! The one that 2 infants can sit, front and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I just read eefa's blog, someone told her off for being good with me.&lt;br /&gt;Why didnt the person ask me as well, as to why I befriended her after what she did? Its all in the past, and forgiving is the best thing every muslims do. So why rake up the past? And what is that person's motive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna rest now while reading my novel.&lt;br /&gt;Take care lovely readers! Love ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-6128046201554475751?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/6128046201554475751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2010/02/boring-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/6128046201554475751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/6128046201554475751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2010/02/boring-day.html' title='Boring day'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/S6t1UyJqvqI/AAAAAAAAAU0/PtzNMbS8gH8/s72-c/002b000xuo7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-7896957458927862006</id><published>2010-02-24T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:46:01.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated Husband, Loving Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; couple moved in to the second floor few years back. Their house was the only apartment on that level. With extra partition outside for their son's tricycle, swing, their protective dog who bark at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; it sees and their hanged clothes. It was a perfect home for a new parent who wanted to live happily with each other. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The couple used to have a maid when they had their first child, a boy. I used to see her on high chairs wiping the windows outside. But then, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't employ&lt;/span&gt; her for long. Soon, the woman gave birth to their second son just when their first son is around 3-4. The woman never talks to anyone. Even when I smile, I had to smile from ear to ear before she gave me her reluctant "can't be bothered" smile. The man can be friendly at times, he talks, he waved 'Hi". But always avoid long conversation. We know, young couples wants a world for themselves and some hate to be friendly to neighbours so as to avoid spilling any secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since their second child is born, the couple always had quarrels with each other. I always hear the woman shouting and screaming at her husband and their first son. Doors were slammed, cries were heard. I felt sorry for the man. He was like the mom and the dad. He took his son out for breakfast, to the MacDonald, to the playgroup centres and out to play. I never seen his wife took care of the kids before. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Some women do not&lt;/span&gt; want to dirty their manicured nails. But the man still smiles even if  he knew, that we heard their quarrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, my husband and I was spending some time together at the park below. Watching old couples active in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gate ball&lt;/span&gt;. Then we saw the wife, rushing down the stairs carrying her 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ND&lt;/span&gt; son, and a rocker..with their first son tagging behind. Then the man came down with a storage box full of his son's clothes and toys. I wondered if she was angry with her husband, wanting to go back to her maiden home. Since its their usual routine to quarrel, we ignore. Then the man called out to me, asking me to come up to his house. He waved at my husband, meaning 'hold on'. When I got up, he ask if I want to have the swing that belongs to his first son. Free stuff? I agreed. Since my daughter didn't have any swing, and playgrounds with swing are hard to come by nowadays. He helped me carry up to the 3rd level, all the way to my doorsteps. I thanked him and asked if he's moving out? He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;shook&lt;/span&gt; his head, smile and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I rarely see him again.&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon, my mum asked me if the couple was moving out because she saw people coming to the couple's home with cameras, taking pictures. I wondered.. maybe they are divorcing? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; why they sold the house? Then we found out that those people were investigators!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The man had tried to kill his wife!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he's depressed and upset with his wife's lazy but demanding behaviour?&lt;br /&gt;Till now we didn't know. Now, all we saw is the man's clothes hang dry outside, with his dog and his first son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I saw him taking his son out to school/playgroup. He smiled at me before entering his car. I smiled back with fear, I walk as quick as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did he tried to kill his wife? Are they still together? Can their marriage be saved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(This is a true story about my neighbour, not some composition or essays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-7896957458927862006?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/7896957458927862006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2010/02/frustrated-husband-loving-father.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/7896957458927862006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/7896957458927862006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2010/02/frustrated-husband-loving-father.html' title='Frustrated Husband, Loving Father'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-4995109165703266294</id><published>2010-02-09T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T04:37:14.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trend? Or Stupidity?</title><content type='html'>Guess some of you might have read the New Papers about Nadia Fazlini's sex video scandal.&lt;br /&gt;Or better known as Shanaz in local malay drama, Anak Metropolitan.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megavideo.com/?d=K50678T5"&gt;http://www.megavideo.com/?d=K50678T5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;For me, I personally think its stupid. We are all adult. Whether she's sober or not during the filming, she is responsible for her own safety. Its not like she has a body of a sexy porn star,&lt;br /&gt;you know like those in Spankwire. Big breast, firm butt, great figure, irressistable horny face, pink ass.... But this??? Haiz.. What a disappointment for us, women.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe that guy is her boyfriend what so ever. You easily trust them that your video is only for their eyes to look? Even if he didn't spread it, his friends could while browsing his handphone on the pretext of looking up for songs. You know, that since 2004, spreading of sex video is the "trend". Like Paris Hilton, Edison and our local girls. Some drunk, rape or willing party with their boyfriend. But you are responsible enough to keep your video well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Islam, its already forbidden to have sex with men that is not our husband. Many of us have done against it. True. But making a video, and millions of people get to see it? Might as well you portray your naked body to the whole world. Right?&lt;br /&gt;Don't use the word drunk or in love an excuse for that. She is an air stewardess, of course la. Da ke negeri orang barat, da lupe asal usul dan diri sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just from my point of view, any family members/friends of her that is unhappy with what I just shared, then you should find out other's view too ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my elder brother is successfully married to his beloved Ima, or well known as&lt;br /&gt;A' Cute. Congratulations bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/S3FUN9x6GfI/AAAAAAAAAUs/yrtE2_MnDRA/s1600-h/Your+Shot-0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436218824111823346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/S3FUN9x6GfI/AAAAAAAAAUs/yrtE2_MnDRA/s320/Your+Shot-0034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/S3FUNgJQhzI/AAAAAAAAAUk/swW0MjpNKdc/s1600-h/Your+Shot-0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436218816156698418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/S3FUNgJQhzI/AAAAAAAAAUk/swW0MjpNKdc/s320/Your+Shot-0048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/S3FUNOkfKvI/AAAAAAAAAUc/DKTN6sZDh2A/s1600-h/Your+Shot-0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436218811439065842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/S3FUNOkfKvI/AAAAAAAAAUc/DKTN6sZDh2A/s320/Your+Shot-0044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/S3FUM2pbqNI/AAAAAAAAAUU/V9HPdtJa-io/s1600-h/Your+Shot-0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436218805017356498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/S3FUM2pbqNI/AAAAAAAAAUU/V9HPdtJa-io/s320/Your+Shot-0040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/S3FUMpM79AI/AAAAAAAAAUM/39GpQyOkap4/s1600-h/Your+Shot-0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436218801408177154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/S3FUMpM79AI/AAAAAAAAAUM/39GpQyOkap4/s320/Your+Shot-0038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-4995109165703266294?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/4995109165703266294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2010/02/trend-or-stupidity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/4995109165703266294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/4995109165703266294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2010/02/trend-or-stupidity.html' title='Trend? Or Stupidity?'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/S3FUN9x6GfI/AAAAAAAAAUs/yrtE2_MnDRA/s72-c/Your+Shot-0034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-4228020068371046878</id><published>2010-01-24T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:52:39.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna update real quick.&lt;br /&gt;In my first pregnancy, I love to walk every where I go.&lt;br /&gt;But in this pregnancy, 500m walk is like hell. I weight 51kg when about to go into labour with my first girl. Now, with my second girl, only 7 months, I weight 54kg. Gosh!!&lt;br /&gt;Imagine yesterday, hubby and Farit accompany me to Joo Chiat Complex, then to Geylang new market, then to Tanjong Katong....then head back to Joo Chiat Complex and then back to Geylang new market. Hubby was tired, his face was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kain burok! &lt;/span&gt;All that walking is to find gubahan gift for my elder brother who's getting married, find 2 sets of clothes for me as I can't fit in to my old &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kebayas&lt;/span&gt;, one for solemnisation on saturday, and ceremony on sunday. 2 gowns for Qisya, but we couldn't find... and we bought her a 916 gold necklace and fish pendant. The pendant is small and cute..... Cost $300 but we didn't use her baby bonus that we get yesterday la. Hubby got a private saving for qisya and me. No wonder he's thrifty. I also bought for her a Barney sport shoe, but use hubby's money of course. I'm not working, miskin kate kan....&lt;br /&gt;Then we head to Bedok to look for her gown but to no avail. So we head home.&lt;br /&gt;Qisya was happy with her fish pendant. She wore her new shoe and walk around the whole house. But then...mum told us......&lt;br /&gt;Qisya has a bad nappy rash!!!!!!!!!!! So red, I tremble upon seeing her buttock and genital area. There are many tiny &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;biji. &lt;/span&gt;Some are like pimple with pus. So this morning, my elder sister accompany me to the clinic. But the clinic closed since last Friday till Tuesday. Tomorrow, Qisya has an appointment for her last dose of 5 in 1 injection at Tampines Poly,&lt;br /&gt; will bring her to see the doc as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leg hurts from all the walking. Last night before sleep, I ate Chili Crab cup noodle. This morning, woke up at 6am, hungry! Hubby bought for me breakfast at MacDonald before going off to work. I sleep back after eating... then woke up at 11am, feeling hungry again.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... I think this baby is a big eater just like her daddy. And, she's making my back hurts!&lt;br /&gt;Wanna rest now... Take care, beloved readers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-4228020068371046878?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/4228020068371046878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2010/01/busy-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/4228020068371046878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/4228020068371046878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2010/01/busy-days.html' title='Busy days'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-7430577061355103112</id><published>2010-01-17T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T00:45:57.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>History is History</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Specially dedicated to Her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read your post, and was glad you felt happy for us and wished the best for us.&lt;br /&gt;One thing for you to know is that, I never hated you before.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you did that you thought was immature, its all in the past. It was between you and Apit, even though we quarreled in the phone before ; ) Everyone has their own ups and downs in Love/Friendship/Marriage. You might neglect him before, but now God has given him someone to cherish him. Same goes to everyone else. Good or bad, depends on us. And the way out, is to seek for forgiveness. Forgiveness won't change the past, but will enlarge the future. I never have the feeling of wanting to fight/beat you. But deep down, I always look forward to seeing you. Ask Apit if you want. Like when we go see Tedja, I would ask him. "D, e*** tak de eh? Lau nampak bilang I tau". He once said, "U nih tak abis2 e***, u lesbian eh?" Hehe.. I really looked forward and hope to see you outside. Just wanna see, who's that girl who drive him crazy in love,in the past. We both have moved on in life, Apit, Me and You. So forget the past, aite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About me, well.... mum ask me to move back. I don't know when will I move back. Because staying back there means going through the same hypocrisy again. But I really looked forward, no place is as comfortable as our own home right? I really can't adapt to living with in laws. I can't adapt to the environment, and not used to having a small bro n sis around. And I HATE KUDE KEPANG!!! hehehe... See how, Hubby refuse to discuss the matter. Maybe he wants more time with his family first. So I guess I have to wait for the buah to jatoh boi!&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is now a Hang Kebun. He has his mini garden outside. He plants Curry, Bird's eye chili&lt;br /&gt;(cili padi), Lime ,and Sireh... And he's good at it. His plants are beautiful and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, another thing I hate about staying at hubby's parent's place, its CREEPY!!! I swear I fucking saw a fucking Banshee (Pontianak) by the hills near the PIE. And Qisya was distubed in her sleep, she woke up, called to me and point to the window. Spooky right? And I'm pregnant somemore. Must be careful. Hope hubby made up his mind quick.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;This is a new post squeezed in. I was afraid that she couldn't read the post earlier on if I were to do a new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;My elder brother is getting married 3 weeks later. I promised to sponsor him 2 trays of gift for the bride. So I have to go here and there, especially to Joo Chiat Complex to find the accessories like basket, ribbons and stuff. But with my big belly, I couldn't manage all that while bringing Qisya here and there. Sometimes when I carry her, I could feel her leg pressing her lil sister inside. So I talk to hubby, hoping that we could move back to my parent's place asap. At least, I have my mum,uncle and siblings to keep an eye on her. She's close to my family. But hubby told me to be patient. Patient?? I have 3 weeks to finish all that, also to find an outfit I could fit in for that big day. How to be patient when there's not much time left. I swear, I feel like running away from his home. Everytime I went out, not contacting or reply his msgs, his knee would tremble. Feel like trying. Hahaha.. The runaway wife! No lah.. But I don't know how else could I make him understand the fact that I'm not comfortable living there!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Everytime my eyes stares out the window, he ask, "Ma, pikir ape? Tak muh pikir2 bnyk la"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;How can I not think..think of a way to return to my home..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;My head hurts since I woke up this morning. Must be from too much thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Ya Allah, tolong berikan aku petunjuk! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Hubby text me, that we'll go out this sat to find the stuff. Hold on, he off once a week. So he got a total of 2 off days before his off on the big day. So i got 2 days to find the stuff? Eeee....Tak masuk akal btol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Really stressed up! Last night before we went to sleep, after our romantic routine..he asked me if I loved him.. I say, I loved u, kissed him and say much more than just love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Should have said No if I knew he was making things hard for me..Wakakakaka....!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Bacin la.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Friends, do add me up in msn. Damn bored!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:manjerBiolz_boboyCartoon@hotmail.com"&gt;manjerBiolz_boboyCartoon@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-7430577061355103112?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/7430577061355103112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2010/01/history-is-history.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/7430577061355103112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/7430577061355103112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2010/01/history-is-history.html' title='History is History'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-8548502643272399121</id><published>2009-12-24T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:51:05.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With heartbreaking pain, helplessly I go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Whatever that I'm going to write, whoever who knows, or think you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;just mind your own business and keep it to yourself. No one would say that you're dumb &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;if you didn't speak. I just need to let go of my feelings, this is my personal space. Don't forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Finally....&lt;br /&gt;Finally after &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;years of suffering under hypocrite stories to gain sympathy, she blurt it out.&lt;br /&gt;She ask dad, why side with me, and not her. Told dad to choose either me or her who should go out from this house.&lt;br /&gt;How can a father choose between his beloved wife and precious daughter..?&lt;br /&gt;I know, she's after money. Someone in the house, who rightfully should be the one to go, has offered $500-$600. Thus, I'm the one forcefully packing. Why is it me who has to go when its my dad's house I'm staying in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me realized that  apart from friends, families can't be trusted too. Not all, but some. They can be nice to me, a minute later, they start talking behind my back. People just can't mind their own business when theirs are much more horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she hates me being close to dad. And since 8 years ago when she had an affair and dad force it out from me. She hates me for not leading a stupid life like she once had. She hates me for not having an unsuccessful marriage like she once did. I know she doesn't feel happy for me at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set aside my sadness.. There's someone sadder then me right now. Dad. Seeing his beloved daughter and precious first grand daughter moving out, makes his actions not right. He seems troubled this few days. He told me a few things. Firstly, he wanted to bring me to post natal check up. I object to it because I don't want mum to think I ask dad for help. Then he said, when I am about to give birth, call him. He want to pay the bills for me. I said, I haven come to a decision because I was afraid of what mum would think, but I pity dad. Maybe he wants to do something good for me for the last time. Last but not least, he ask me to meet him every weekends with my daughter. Which I'm not sure also. I don't want to go back here to see him, neither do I want to meet him outside, wasting his energy on his off days when he should be resting at home. Poor him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why mum makes things hard for us. She's my real mother. But after all that happen, it seems like a Cinderella story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Time tick.. tocks ..&lt;br /&gt;Seems slow when we're watching. Fast when unnoticed. Tomorrow is coming. Leaving behind precious memories in a place, comfortably called Home. We don't know what the future has in store for us. Going to a new place, a house to live in, but definitely not a Home to stay for. So many things going through my head right now. Will Love change as situation does, as well? Will be moving out tomorrow to Tampines 300+. Tampines Mart area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Living with in-laws is totally different from being cosy with my own family. Usually, couples stay with in-laws after marriage but with happiness they go.. for their loved ones. But for me, I have to go unexpectedly, reluctantly leaving home sweet home. Its two different situation. I can't bear to go and leave behind the house I grew up in. I can't bear to leave dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That someone must be happy taking advantage of the situation by offering a big amount of money. But one thing, be happy for now.  Cause my dad own this house, remember? Gloat all you want over my tragedy but leave my dad alone. Don't be proud that you can pay more, be shameful for living off someone else's dad's money all your life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-8548502643272399121?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/8548502643272399121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/12/with-heartbreaking-pain-helplessly-i-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/8548502643272399121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/8548502643272399121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/12/with-heartbreaking-pain-helplessly-i-go.html' title='With heartbreaking pain, helplessly I go...'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-427021110010772992</id><published>2009-12-08T05:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T06:31:57.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother &amp; Daugter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sx5fOP6i3ZI/AAAAAAAAAUE/R6wdwghfm48/s1600-h/%7E%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E%7E1251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sx5fOP6i3ZI/AAAAAAAAAUE/R6wdwghfm48/s320/%7E%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E%7E1251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412868500540808594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    Hello avid/new readers, friends, families...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today has been a busy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't know where the energy come from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I vacuum, mop the house. Vacuum again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Made pancake (Did brownie yesterday).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Clean and fold all my clothes in the wardrobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;which people might mistaken it for a rubbish dump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My younger brother, Syammy went for NS enlistment for 2 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mummy and Ayah sent him to Home Academy, for which he's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;chosen for Police. He was bald for only 2 times before in his life. When he was a year old,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and when he's around primary 5 i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now he has to go bald again. I can't help laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He always touch his fringe and wore wax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now, he don't even need to shampoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HaHaHa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Miss him though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Miss quarreling with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Qisya found him bead bangle which he handmade himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She bring it to the gate and shout "CHAM!, CHAM!" (syam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Guess she miss him too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here's a photo a took with him last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sx5b6iKSf_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/ZA2Ai2nTxNg/s1600-h/%7E%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E%7E1290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sx5b6iKSf_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/ZA2Ai2nTxNg/s320/%7E%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E%7E1290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412864863306416114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sx5b6OMdz-I/AAAAAAAAAT0/n7NdlEM5evk/s1600-h/%7E%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E%7E1289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sx5b6OMdz-I/AAAAAAAAAT0/n7NdlEM5evk/s320/%7E%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E%7E1289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412864857946836962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And for your entertainment, here's a video of Qisyani &amp;amp; Feron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/syn7GA8SJ3U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/syn7GA8SJ3U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kpLl2KBfxBA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kpLl2KBfxBA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-427021110010772992?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/427021110010772992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-brother-daugter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/427021110010772992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/427021110010772992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-brother-daugter.html' title='My Brother &amp; Daugter'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sx5fOP6i3ZI/AAAAAAAAAUE/R6wdwghfm48/s72-c/%7E%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E%7E1251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-3137542875990525956</id><published>2009-11-08T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:17:51.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello friends.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, would like to announce that Ziboitna is recruiting.&lt;br /&gt;Kuda Kepang, Tarian , Gamelan Players&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ziboitna-kjt.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Blog--&gt;  ZIBOITNA  &lt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those interested kindly email: ziboitna@live.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Svber4svW6I/AAAAAAAAATs/F1FU7vaSHRw/s1600-h/Picture0012-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Svber4svW6I/AAAAAAAAATs/F1FU7vaSHRw/s320/Picture0012-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401749648613268386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I'm selling my beloved Louis Vuitton handbag.&lt;br /&gt;I really, really love it. But selling it to help a friend. Futher more, I don't use handbag often,&lt;br /&gt;but big bag with milk bottles &amp;amp; diapers.&lt;br /&gt;Its Grade A&lt;br /&gt;So starting with $50. Max $150.&lt;br /&gt;Goes to the highest bidder, duh!&lt;br /&gt;Used twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND THE ONLY PATTERN IN SINGAPORE( i guess?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So try imagine walking down the road with a bag, no one ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;Interested, email&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-3137542875990525956?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/3137542875990525956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/11/quick-announcement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/3137542875990525956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/3137542875990525956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/11/quick-announcement.html' title='Quick announcement'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Svber4svW6I/AAAAAAAAATs/F1FU7vaSHRw/s72-c/Picture0012-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-5657172428044653614</id><published>2009-11-01T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T07:26:41.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe Cinta</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Hubby and I attended an event organised by AMP, PPIS and MCYS.&lt;br /&gt;The event is called Recipe Cinta. Which couples have to bake pizza together, through that, we learn about marriage too. It is held at Siti's Delight. For those who have watch the show, Vanila @ Suria sure knows her. The experience we had was great, fun. I learn alot from Cik Siti. Not only in baking but in marriage as well. The similarities between us is that, we both love baking, we both upgrade skills for a better life. And we both have such a supporting husband. Her husband help to look after the house and kids when she went for classes. My beloved hubby is a thrifty person. Although he gave me $5-$10 a day(normal days when I don't go out), he bring two packet of biscuit and a sachet of coffee for himself to work. Thats how my husband sacrifice for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During making the pizza, hubby was so irritating. Wanting to do HIS way. Like normally, you would sprinkle the capsicum around, he insist on putting one by one. When is it going to end?? But really, I had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Su2mwoTkCEI/AAAAAAAAATc/A5IJcncVyw0/s1600-h/RIMG1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Su2mwoTkCEI/AAAAAAAAATc/A5IJcncVyw0/s320/RIMG1342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399154882670495810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Su2mwQ7I1OI/AAAAAAAAATU/vvQquUON54Y/s1600-h/RIMG1344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Su2mwQ7I1OI/AAAAAAAAATU/vvQquUON54Y/s320/RIMG1344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399154876394034402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Su2mv9NXwBI/AAAAAAAAATM/dtAz6yui7G0/s1600-h/RIMG1345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Su2mv9NXwBI/AAAAAAAAATM/dtAz6yui7G0/s320/RIMG1345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399154871101800466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Su2mvdAm-hI/AAAAAAAAATE/I-YJzy1SHak/s1600-h/RIMG1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Su2mvdAm-hI/AAAAAAAAATE/I-YJzy1SHak/s320/RIMG1347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399154862458337810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Su2h1JklGEI/AAAAAAAAAS8/aXSefdCBsNA/s1600-h/RIMG1348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Su2h1JklGEI/AAAAAAAAAS8/aXSefdCBsNA/s320/RIMG1348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399149462761576514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Su2h0-TTuQI/AAAAAAAAAS0/GTGDEl0A4u0/s1600-h/RIMG1354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Su2h0-TTuQI/AAAAAAAAAS0/GTGDEl0A4u0/s320/RIMG1354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399149459736344834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Su2h0duXTEI/AAAAAAAAASs/dFaJ24FNGPs/s1600-h/RIMG1355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Su2h0duXTEI/AAAAAAAAASs/dFaJ24FNGPs/s320/RIMG1355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399149450991455298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Su2hz8ENm5I/AAAAAAAAASk/RranAzHoLlY/s1600-h/RIMG1357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Su2hz8ENm5I/AAAAAAAAASk/RranAzHoLlY/s320/RIMG1357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399149441956289426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Su2hzZVn-VI/AAAAAAAAASc/mwz7ud5npWw/s1600-h/RIMG1358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Su2hzZVn-VI/AAAAAAAAASc/mwz7ud5npWw/s320/RIMG1358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399149432634079570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ymm.. Freshly bake pizza by my hubby &amp;amp; I. Surprisingly, it was so delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Su2mxMUWbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/lHF05vED_GQ/s1600-h/RIMG1339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Su2mxMUWbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/lHF05vED_GQ/s320/RIMG1339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399154892337475346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Qisya's becoming more talkative &amp;amp; kpo. And my second baby's gender is a girl..!&lt;br /&gt;Due in March 2010. Hubby's the luckiest guy to have a Queen &amp;amp; 2 Princesses in his life.&lt;br /&gt;And we lived happily ever after..!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-5657172428044653614?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/5657172428044653614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/11/recipe-cinta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/5657172428044653614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/5657172428044653614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/11/recipe-cinta.html' title='Recipe Cinta'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Su2mwoTkCEI/AAAAAAAAATc/A5IJcncVyw0/s72-c/RIMG1342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-5566206182088555231</id><published>2009-10-13T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T02:15:40.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyber Freaks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asalammualaikum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello readers!!&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have no mood to write any post.&lt;br /&gt;There's blood coming out from my vagina which I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;My mum told me, maybe its the coconut jelly which Hubby feeds me.&lt;br /&gt;Too cooling for pregnant women.&lt;br /&gt;But upon reading sweet compliments/praises from&lt;br /&gt;unknown readers. I was so touched that I decided to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Today's topic is Cyber Freaks.&lt;br /&gt;I think all of you once came upon freaks.&lt;br /&gt;They are either a man or a women.&lt;br /&gt;Lets categorize them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First category Freaks-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;People who just give you a personal message to join&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;them in either sex, or they call themselves from modeling agency. Some might offer to be your sugar daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Second category Freaks-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;People who put up nuisance pictures. Either anonymously, like put up a cartoon photo as their display photo, or daringly put up their own nuisance photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Third category-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Almost like the first category, but they want to know you more, in a rude way. &lt;/span&gt;People who is not in your friend list, but then message you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Hi..leh kenal2?" or "Hi..ade msn?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Even a polite but scary way like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Hi, just dropping by to say that you're hot and sexy! I love your body. Btw,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;mind chat in msn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you hate all of them.&lt;br /&gt;But what do you do about that?&lt;br /&gt;Delete and ignore?&lt;br /&gt;Report abuse? Report Spam?&lt;br /&gt;Or reply them "Fuck Off!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do let me know...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a pic of a daring guy in Tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Second Category&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/StRAGCweKxI/AAAAAAAAASU/CXPtwYE_Mf0/s1600-h/000f052NGQU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/StRAGCweKxI/AAAAAAAAASU/CXPtwYE_Mf0/s320/000f052NGQU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392005126432893714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if he cut and paste his face.&lt;br /&gt;But that is sure nuisance to my eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fellow readers &amp;amp; friends, do tag at how you handle this people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots Of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-5566206182088555231?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/5566206182088555231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/10/cyber-freaks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/5566206182088555231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/5566206182088555231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/10/cyber-freaks.html' title='Cyber Freaks!'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/StRAGCweKxI/AAAAAAAAASU/CXPtwYE_Mf0/s72-c/000f052NGQU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-3400239260105509390</id><published>2009-09-22T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:26:01.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello fellow readers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;First of all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Forgive me for any sins I did knowingly, or unknowingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Be it a post which hurts you indirectly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;or a joke that hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Does not imply to Jannah! Haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;First day of raya, when to my Grandma's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Qisya felt hot, ask me to open her kebaya, I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Den pull her skirt and say, "Kak! Kak!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Means bukak, so I open her her skirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Next, she pulled her diaper and say, "Kak!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Eh no! That one, Mummy won't open!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ate lontong &amp;amp; rendang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And my conversation with grandma starts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Grandma: Dalam perot kau tu jadi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me: Jadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Grandma: Da brape bln?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me: 3 bulan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Grandma: Brape banyak anak kau nak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me: eh, Opah ade 9 anak, org pun nak 9 anak ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Grandma: Heh! 9? kalau rajin tak pe! What the hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me: Asal tak bleh plak? Org pun nak ramai anak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Grandma: No way man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She's cute.. And she's 82 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Next, to hubby's grandma's house at street 11,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ate lontong n rendang again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then to fisah's house. She lives across the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ate lontong again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;DO YOU REALISED I ATE, AT ALL 3 HOUSES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Told you this baby is like its daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eat..Eat..Eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But never put on weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Once told hubby to try some weight gain products.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm afraid people would say that I didn't give him anything to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;TRUE ENOUGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;His aunt ask me,"Eh mai, kau tak kasi anak aku makan eh? kurus je!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;See? See? See?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lets look at the pictures we took...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnKSXs4OLI/AAAAAAAAASM/OjczOZMiVTg/s1600-h/DSCN0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnKSXs4OLI/AAAAAAAAASM/OjczOZMiVTg/s320/DSCN0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384557246446844082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnKR_galoI/AAAAAAAAASE/-BWCkARwFj4/s1600-h/DSCN0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnKR_galoI/AAAAAAAAASE/-BWCkARwFj4/s320/DSCN0073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384557239952119426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnKRY3foGI/AAAAAAAAAR8/VTTvNMK6UDU/s1600-h/DSCN0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnKRY3foGI/AAAAAAAAAR8/VTTvNMK6UDU/s320/DSCN0074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384557229579935842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnH4FdFJ9I/AAAAAAAAARs/xRMgpCMMNHY/s1600-h/DSCN0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnH4FdFJ9I/AAAAAAAAARs/xRMgpCMMNHY/s320/DSCN0076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384554595848890322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnH3X6X1PI/AAAAAAAAARk/OBd3vn7aGlY/s1600-h/DSCN0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnH3X6X1PI/AAAAAAAAARk/OBd3vn7aGlY/s320/DSCN0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384554583623718130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnH2p--h6I/AAAAAAAAARc/RYJKVycr3Qk/s1600-h/DSCN0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnH2p--h6I/AAAAAAAAARc/RYJKVycr3Qk/s320/DSCN0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384554571295000482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnH2FqVNWI/AAAAAAAAARU/dxcmJcxGJQ8/s1600-h/DSCN0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnH2FqVNWI/AAAAAAAAARU/dxcmJcxGJQ8/s320/DSCN0089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384554561544729954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnH1eM4yoI/AAAAAAAAARM/x-Lv_r3y9-Q/s1600-h/DSCN0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnH1eM4yoI/AAAAAAAAARM/x-Lv_r3y9-Q/s320/DSCN0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384554550952249986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnE-mNGzGI/AAAAAAAAARE/O9M6MwVEe_4/s1600-h/DSCN0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnE-mNGzGI/AAAAAAAAARE/O9M6MwVEe_4/s320/DSCN0092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384551409184590946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnE-Jdm-bI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kJkSmhU7N-o/s1600-h/DSCN0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnE-Jdm-bI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kJkSmhU7N-o/s320/DSCN0119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384551401469180338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnE9fPkM6I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/z3fRjz2s2MU/s1600-h/DSCN0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnE9fPkM6I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/z3fRjz2s2MU/s320/DSCN0121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384551390135989154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnE82lO73I/AAAAAAAAAQs/vbh2r5G_2fo/s1600-h/DSCN0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnE82lO73I/AAAAAAAAAQs/vbh2r5G_2fo/s320/DSCN0125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384551379221016434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnE8L7bsxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/kIHzebvx9S8/s1600-h/DSCN0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnE8L7bsxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/kIHzebvx9S8/s320/DSCN0126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384551367771403026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love my make up. All thanks to beloved Ayu.&lt;br /&gt;    Bought palette and brushes from her.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.i-heart-make-up.blogspot.com  &lt;br /&gt;Nothing is complete without a wonderful make up.             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-3400239260105509390?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/3400239260105509390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/3400239260105509390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/3400239260105509390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SrnKSXs4OLI/AAAAAAAAASM/OjczOZMiVTg/s72-c/DSCN0083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-5952081989414238708</id><published>2009-09-10T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:42:31.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dear Jannah,&lt;br /&gt;Jalan Dah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you read?&lt;br /&gt;My dear Lady ask me, not you.&lt;br /&gt;As I've said earlier, don't know lah if you can read.&lt;br /&gt;Different people, different story lah kan.&lt;br /&gt;You ask Lady if she mengandung anak luar nikah?&lt;br /&gt;You talk about rukun Islam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEPALA BUTO LA KAU, BETINA SIAL&lt;br /&gt;DIA NGANDUNG CARA APE, TAK DE KENE MENGENA NGAN KAU&lt;br /&gt;KAU NAK CKAP PASAL RUKUN ISLAM?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;ISLAM AJAR KAU KURANG AJAR NGAN ORANG  PE??&lt;br /&gt;ISLAM AJAR KAU SYAK ORANG NGANDUNG ANAK LUAR NIKAH SEMBARANGAN?&lt;br /&gt;EH, LUAR NIKAH  KE TAK, TAUBAT KE TAK,&lt;br /&gt;TU ANTARA DIA NGAN ALLLAH SWT.&lt;br /&gt;ALLAH SAJA YANG AKAN NILAI DIA.&lt;br /&gt;BUKAN KAU!&lt;br /&gt;JADI, PUKIMAK MACAM KAU NI  SIBOK2, SYAK ORANG SEMBARANGAN&lt;br /&gt;BEH ADE HATI NAK CAKAP  PASAL RUKUN ISLAM?&lt;br /&gt;EH AKU MALU AR ADE SAUDARA ISLAM SIAL MACAM KAU NI!&lt;br /&gt;CAKAP PANDAI.&lt;br /&gt;PERBUATAN TAK MENUNJUK KAN BAHAWA IMAN KAU  TU  BAGUS&lt;br /&gt;MULUT JAGE BEB..&lt;br /&gt;CHECK2 AKHIRAT KAU KENE TEROK DARI ORANG2 YANG NGANDUNG LUAR NIKAH.&lt;br /&gt;PASAL APE?&lt;br /&gt;MULOT KAU  MACAM SIAL, BEB!&lt;br /&gt;KECOH AR LU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORANG DULU2 BODOH? TAK GI SKOLAH?&lt;br /&gt;ABEH MAK BAPAK KAU, DATUK MOYANG KAU?&lt;br /&gt;BODOH JUGAK AR KIRE KAN?&lt;br /&gt;ISH..ISH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAKAP MACAM MANE NYA WALI TAH&lt;br /&gt;MULOT MACAM SIAL!&lt;br /&gt;TAK LAYAK LANGSUNG LAH KAU NAK  BOBAL STEP AGAMA KAU BAGUS SANGAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, in case you overlooked at the top of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I say, this is my blog. So I say whatever I want!&lt;br /&gt;Stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-5952081989414238708?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/5952081989414238708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/09/stupid-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/5952081989414238708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/5952081989414238708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/09/stupid-shit.html' title='Stupid Shit'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-8306759598918883395</id><published>2009-09-09T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:04:04.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour &amp; Old Folks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady, its up to you to believe. Well, beliefs can be true and false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jannah&lt;/span&gt;, whoever you are. You may give advice. We are talking about experience here.&lt;br /&gt;And like I say, pains and experience vary from people to people.&lt;br /&gt;But by saying " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pompan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bkn&lt;/span&gt; doctor"&lt;br /&gt;I bet you aren't as well.&lt;br /&gt;We can forget about old folk's saying but&lt;br /&gt;when it really happens to someone, are you still going to ignore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, technology is improving way too fast, but do doctors&lt;br /&gt;know why my younger brother once had bruises all over his body?&lt;br /&gt;Why does his blood count 9%?&lt;br /&gt;Why do doctor ask us instead,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ma'am&lt;/span&gt;, why is your son left with 9% of blood count?"&lt;br /&gt;Can the doctor say, "Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pontianak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;isap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;darah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;Not all questions can be answered by science, my dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jannah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, do you know that placenta has to be taken out and not be left behind?&lt;br /&gt;Placenta has some black 'seeds' which midwife counts after delivering it out.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;My grandma has 9 children.&lt;br /&gt;During labouring one of them,&lt;br /&gt;Some of the 'seeds' from the placenta is left behind.&lt;br /&gt;Blood flows out from her eyes, nose, mouth and ear.&lt;br /&gt;Till the 'seeds' really has come out. The blood stop oozing out.&lt;br /&gt;How do we explain that?&lt;br /&gt;By Science?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, Lady.&lt;br /&gt;Labour pains.&lt;br /&gt;Lain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;orang&lt;/span&gt;, lain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;rasa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;For, I shouted&lt;br /&gt;"Ya Allah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ampun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;So how great is the pain till I shout that?&lt;br /&gt;The pain is cause by the millions of tiny weenie veins that&lt;br /&gt;snap from us to our womb that holds the bag, our baby  is in.&lt;br /&gt;But, I have a friend who don't experience that&lt;br /&gt;in both her labour of her first &amp;amp; second child.&lt;br /&gt;Depends on individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse don't bother even if you tell her how pain it is.&lt;br /&gt;The nurse even ask me, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Sakit&lt;/span&gt; eh? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Beh&lt;/span&gt; main &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;sakit&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;IDIIIOOOTTTT&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be able to feel  roughly, how is the pain about, when you get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Braxton&lt;/span&gt; Hicks.&lt;br /&gt;It happen to let you know that the day to deliver is coming.&lt;br /&gt;The cervix softens in readiness for the birth.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the Creator won't be so mean to squeeze your baby head through&lt;br /&gt;your cervix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; why He created that.&lt;br /&gt;The pain makes you feel like you are going to give birth.&lt;br /&gt;I experience it 2 days before birth.&lt;br /&gt;Science won't be able to explain why your cervix soften when you are near&lt;br /&gt;delivery time. As if they know, the time is coming.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Pandai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;betul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt; Cervix &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;macam&lt;/span&gt; tau &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;orang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;branak&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Of course Science can't conclude that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;lenggang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;perot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Its up to you.&lt;br /&gt;It happen truly for me,&lt;br /&gt;I often feel pain in my ribcage.&lt;br /&gt;It should happen around 7-9 months.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pain when I was 5-6 months.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Nyai&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't hurt anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;anak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;nye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;tangan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;terselit&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;langgar&lt;/span&gt; ribcage I.&lt;br /&gt;Up to you, true I'm not a doctor,&lt;br /&gt;but when comes to things science can't explain,&lt;br /&gt;You have to listen to the&lt;br /&gt;ELDER AND EXPERIENCED.&lt;br /&gt;= )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about old folk's saying,&lt;br /&gt;We all know it means a saying that has been through&lt;br /&gt;generations.&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask you.&lt;br /&gt;Does ur child's name has a 'Bin' or 'Binte'?&lt;br /&gt;Why do it seems that only Singaporean &amp;amp; Malaysian&lt;br /&gt;has 'Bin' or 'Binte'?&lt;br /&gt;Why not in Saudi Arabia?&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia?&lt;br /&gt;China(Islam people)?&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they Islam too?&lt;br /&gt;Singapore &amp;amp; Malaysia used to be an island together.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a custom passed down through generations?&lt;br /&gt;Then I must say that its an old folk's saying too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How advanced technology gets,&lt;br /&gt;don't ever forget our roots and custom.&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget tradition and culture too.&lt;br /&gt;For hundreds of years people live before us.&lt;br /&gt;What do they live with?&lt;br /&gt;Old folk's saying too.&lt;br /&gt;And when it comes to us,&lt;br /&gt;we are too obsessed in modern life that&lt;br /&gt;we heck care about all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything turns out fine for you Lady.&lt;br /&gt;May you have a smooth pregnancy and delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Insya&lt;/span&gt; Allah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You &amp;amp; Your Precious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-8306759598918883395?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/8306759598918883395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/09/labour-old-folks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/8306759598918883395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/8306759598918883395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/09/labour-old-folks.html' title='Labour &amp; Old Folks'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-7433765753420984814</id><published>2009-09-08T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T03:09:17.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through Out Pregnancy, Birth &amp; Beyond</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is specially dedicated to Lady.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever you are, I hope that the things I am going to share,&lt;br /&gt;will help you mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy blues vary from different person and the no of times you are pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;I do not have much problem during my first pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;Everything went smooth.&lt;br /&gt;But what scares me is the big difference in my first pregnancy and&lt;br /&gt;the second that I'm having now.&lt;br /&gt;1st Pregnancy- Love to walk. Even to the interchange, I will walk instead of taking a bus.&lt;br /&gt;- Hate eating much. Only eat instant chapatti. Except for craving.&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ND&lt;/span&gt; Pregnancy- Hate walking too much. Get tired easily.&lt;br /&gt;- Love eating. Eat 5 times more then I usually eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only similarities is, I RARELY eat rice.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel nausea from smoking menthol.&lt;br /&gt;Dr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Loke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gynae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; specialize in private hospital delivery&lt;br /&gt;told me that we can smoke it find it hard or can't quit.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, lessen it. Like 2-4 stick per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady, if you don't mind, telling me the week you are in now.&lt;br /&gt;Like for me, I'm 14 weeks pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;My baby's forehead, chin and nose are clearly defined.&lt;br /&gt;It can turn its head, even wrinkle its brow.&lt;br /&gt;Its 9cm long and is about 60g.&lt;br /&gt;So if you tell me, I can tell you about your baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First trimester, week 1 - 13&lt;br /&gt;You may discuss with your partner about the ante-natal care.&lt;br /&gt;Private clinic or Govt Hosp like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hosp&lt;br /&gt;I know, most of us fear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hosp upon hearing of their&lt;br /&gt;bad services. So be fussy and strict with the nurses if they seem not to care.&lt;br /&gt;Send email to complain. Without complains, the upper head of department won't know&lt;br /&gt;of the bad services some nurses gave us.&lt;br /&gt;We all want our pregnancy and labour moments to last long in our mind. And&lt;br /&gt;have a happy time.&lt;br /&gt;Eat healthily.&lt;br /&gt;Asparagus is good as it prevent baby  from having deformities or "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kecacatan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Trimester, week 14-26&lt;br /&gt;Look your best. Wear the cutest maternity dress.&lt;br /&gt;Go swimming. Its the only excuse we have to wear bikini without being shy&lt;br /&gt;of our big tummy!&lt;br /&gt;Minor complains, like swelling ankle. Back pain.&lt;br /&gt;Apply anti stretch mark cream, like Cocoa Butter.&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may be allergic to it, like appearing redness and itch to your tummy.&lt;br /&gt;Then go to any woman's clinic and get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Seba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Med.&lt;br /&gt;Apply skin softener to  your body if it appears dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third trimester, week 27-40&lt;br /&gt;Plan your birth.&lt;br /&gt;Normal? Epidural?&lt;br /&gt;Avoid epidural if can.&lt;br /&gt;You'll regret it like me.&lt;br /&gt;My back hurts every time the weather or temperature gets cold.&lt;br /&gt;Even in offices. Will need back support. More pillow even if you're sitting with your back resting at the wall. Will feel lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Discomfort is normal.&lt;br /&gt;As close to your EDD, you could feel pain and discomfort at your ribcage.&lt;br /&gt;Its because your baby either gets near the ribcage or accidentally "kick".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us, Malay.&lt;br /&gt;Our mother will ask  us to go '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lenggang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;perut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;It help your baby from any unwanted position. Like a breech position.&lt;br /&gt;Or we call it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;songsang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Lucky that I went for it. If not, I wouldn't know that my baby is  stuck(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;terselit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, my mum call it 'bunting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tetek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;Pregnant of the breast.&lt;br /&gt;My breast appear larger then my tummy. Even for my second pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;Feels sore, like when I first produce my breast milk.&lt;br /&gt;My husband is very helpful. Or its two in one.&lt;br /&gt;Help + get to see. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind enough to wet a towel with hot water or you can use a hot pack if you have.&lt;br /&gt;Put it on your breast. Will ease a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When labour days are near, pack a small bag.&lt;br /&gt;Containing towel, toothbrush, toothpaste, maternity pad&lt;br /&gt;FYI maternity pad are charge $5 per pack. Much cheaper if you buy it at any&lt;br /&gt;supermarkets.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget your partner and your identity card.&lt;br /&gt;Put the bag next to your bed or anywhere you and your family can easily grab&lt;br /&gt;when you're about to go into labour.&lt;br /&gt;Your partner plays a part in delivery moment.&lt;br /&gt;Encouragement is much needed.&lt;br /&gt;I get to watch Cows And Chicken on Cartoon Network&lt;br /&gt;when in labour ward.&lt;br /&gt;Partners are there to help not nuisance.&lt;br /&gt;Help you in your need as in holding for you the oxygen mask, wipe your sweat.&lt;br /&gt;Give an arm for you to grip on.&lt;br /&gt;Not when you're in pain, and your partner gets busy&lt;br /&gt;calling families and friends telling about you giving birth soon.&lt;br /&gt;Later &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;abg&lt;/span&gt; oi..!&lt;br /&gt;Breath in and out smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT RAISE YOUR BUTT UP WHEN YOU CAN"T STAND THE PAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;You can be paralysed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have stitches down there, dry it with a hair dryer.&lt;br /&gt;Get your partner to help.&lt;br /&gt;It will help to dry up the wound faster.&lt;br /&gt;Not to near. Will burn your skin.&lt;br /&gt;Or 'GangGang'&lt;br /&gt;Your mum will know how.&lt;br /&gt;Your confinement lady(mak bidan) knows how.&lt;br /&gt;It cost $250 to do just the ganggang or they call it Princess V.&lt;br /&gt;I can help you with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the tips can help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can ask any questions you like through my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tag board&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Or email me @ feyDQzura@live.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-7433765753420984814?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/7433765753420984814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/09/through-out-pregnancy-birth-beyond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/7433765753420984814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/7433765753420984814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/09/through-out-pregnancy-birth-beyond.html' title='Through Out Pregnancy, Birth &amp; Beyond'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-8776014077742866131</id><published>2009-08-09T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:02:21.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bye Bye $500..'/><title type='text'>Lesson To be Learnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Saturday, 8/Aug/2009. A day I'll always remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Plan to go Escape with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rino&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tino&lt;/span&gt;, Wan Spec, Rizal, Wan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kecik&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yana&lt;/span&gt; Or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yani&lt;/span&gt;(either one of the twin, I don't know) &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Oly&lt;/span&gt;. Went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bedok&lt;/span&gt; first. They wanted to look for football jersey. While walking at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NTUC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fairprice&lt;/span&gt;. 5 policemen run towards us, chasing someone. And they stop us. They caught up with the wrong group. Wan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kecik&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I was summon for having &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;M'sia&lt;/span&gt; cigarettes. It wasn't the contraband or the smuggled ones. For me, ayah's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kelantan&lt;/span&gt; friend gave him a few sticks of Marlboro. So ayah gave some to me. Yet, still summon. Was told by the sergeant that it could be $500. Hubby was damn angry upon knowing. But he still give me $500(wonder where he got them?). Got to go Singapore Custom tomorrow. If I don't show up, they will put me under wanted without warrant. Damn! $500! Fly just like that. Heard that hubby save them cause he wants me to give birth in East Shore. Yea, I'm 2 months pregnant peeps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;He must be really sad. I hope I can get a lighter fine tomorrow. Because it wasn't a smuggled or the $5 contraband ciggy. Have to be a good actress. Ha Ha.. ("Mai, u can still laugh??")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;People going to and fro to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NTUC&lt;/span&gt; stop to see the free show. Wan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kecik&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I was angry with the k-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;po&lt;/span&gt; audience. We both shouted, Eh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;makcik&lt;/span&gt;, kite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tengah&lt;/span&gt; act crime watch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Makcik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jgn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kpo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bleh&lt;/span&gt;?" The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;policemens&lt;/span&gt; smile..some giggle. Stupid! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Then we headed to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ris&lt;/span&gt;. But all have no mood to have fun. Especially me and wan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kecik&lt;/span&gt;. Both have children. Both married. Both '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kene&lt;/span&gt;'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We just walk around E-Hub then took a cab home. Cause &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tino&lt;/span&gt; has a tagging till 8pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Last night watch G.I Joe; Rise Of The Cobra. With &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;linda&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nonet&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Syammy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ziela&lt;/span&gt; Wonder and Hubby. So great! Its like, you won't get bored watching over and over again. The visual effect was awesome! Hubby's heart turned soft after watching it. No longer angry about the $500 summon. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;That's all. I need to go down to buy SINGAPORE CIGGY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HaHaHa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Lesson learnt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aite&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-8776014077742866131?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/8776014077742866131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/08/lesson-to-be-learnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/8776014077742866131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/8776014077742866131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/08/lesson-to-be-learnt.html' title='Lesson To be Learnt'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-192925024898348954</id><published>2009-07-23T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T01:31:38.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Qisyani</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Qisyani just turn a year old. As a mum, I feel like just a month ago that I give birth to her. Time flew.. too fast. Human grew in a blink. A year.. I didn't get to feel like Qisya's a baby. She acting like a big girl. Walk..since 11 months old. She could take her clothes and put it in the laundry bin. Dance..shake hand and do a flying kiss. Take my nephew's handkerchief and wipe the floor..my cupboard..my bed and my wardrobe. Even take the broom to sweep. Mak nenek..! She's not the type who can lie down, listen to mummy's bedtime story, peek a boo with daddy. She don't like being cuddled. And for your information, she has never slept on my shoulder. Anyway, she's an amazing gift from God! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Smkjk2gSZFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/rB-HCaJwDY0/s1600-h/First+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361855947374486610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Smkjk2gSZFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/rB-HCaJwDY0/s320/First+day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First day of her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SmkjlBk8rmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/L_wEN_0Yghc/s1600-h/1+mth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361855950346825314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SmkjlBk8rmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/L_wEN_0Yghc/s320/1+mth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First Month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Smkjl05vaZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/r6TkagWPQOY/s1600-h/3+mths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361855964124244370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Smkjl05vaZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/r6TkagWPQOY/s320/3+mths.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 Months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm2GU3r7mJI/AAAAAAAAALk/Vz-H3SsDS68/s1600-h/3mth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363090424371845266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm2GU3r7mJI/AAAAAAAAALk/Vz-H3SsDS68/s320/3mth.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3 Months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm2HFdck4YI/AAAAAAAAALs/3aDZLgxK6xM/s1600-h/4+mth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363091259141710210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm2HFdck4YI/AAAAAAAAALs/3aDZLgxK6xM/s320/4+mth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SmkmpdbYg9I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Wg1Eqhk4p5g/s1600-h/5mths.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361859325077259218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SmkmpdbYg9I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Wg1Eqhk4p5g/s320/5mths.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm2H0mo8QdI/AAAAAAAAAL0/LDrkAtMNVK4/s1600-h/6+mth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363092069063344594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm2H0mo8QdI/AAAAAAAAAL0/LDrkAtMNVK4/s320/6+mth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SmkmqNPtHyI/AAAAAAAAALM/yWDPK8Km0tw/s1600-h/7bln.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361859337913179938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SmkmqNPtHyI/AAAAAAAAALM/yWDPK8Km0tw/s320/7bln.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 7 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm2JTeXpowI/AAAAAAAAAL8/J036ndfzWw4/s1600-h/8+mth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363093698930909954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm2JTeXpowI/AAAAAAAAAL8/J036ndfzWw4/s320/8+mth.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SnUvizGZm5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/khGAHZOXvrI/s1600-h/9mth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365246805960924050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SnUvizGZm5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/khGAHZOXvrI/s320/9mth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 9 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm2KYr7ySAI/AAAAAAAAAME/8g52EYH9E44/s1600-h/10mth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363094887983106050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm2KYr7ySAI/AAAAAAAAAME/8g52EYH9E44/s320/10mth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm2KtlA58TI/AAAAAAAAAMM/jp7JKMRRCpU/s1600-h/11+mth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363095246902784306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm2KtlA58TI/AAAAAAAAAMM/jp7JKMRRCpU/s320/11+mth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm2LPphWm4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/R823dHtufkY/s1600-h/1+year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363095832228174722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm2LPphWm4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/R823dHtufkY/s320/1+year.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 YEAR OLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember looking at her in her crib. When she's about 4 months old, maybe. I ask her, "Qisyani bile nak big?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I whispered to her ear when she's asleep, "Cepat nye anak mummy da besar!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her birthday party last Sunday was great. Everything went well. Here's some pictures to share with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7m8TfhP7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/BpQbtOkiHqQ/s1600-h/RIMG1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363478129943855026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7m8TfhP7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/BpQbtOkiHqQ/s320/RIMG1189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7m8F8TKsI/AAAAAAAAAMs/A6of4jnhcNU/s1600-h/RIMG1172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363478126306470594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7m8F8TKsI/AAAAAAAAAMs/A6of4jnhcNU/s320/RIMG1172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *Nyanyi lagu birthday kuat sikit lah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7m753DNjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1whePRnQxns/s1600-h/RIMG1171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363478123063227954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7m753DNjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1whePRnQxns/s320/RIMG1171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* "Did anyone mention a beautiful baby?"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7m7UGR6JI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PGH7QR31W4E/s1600-h/RIMG1138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363478112926558354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7m7UGR6JI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PGH7QR31W4E/s320/RIMG1138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fairy fly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7xVSSaLsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/RcOhidpJveM/s1600-h/RIMG1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363489554233437890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7xVSSaLsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/RcOhidpJveM/s320/RIMG1168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7xViLPcVI/AAAAAAAAANE/8u5j2jCqo7w/s1600-h/RIMG1235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363489558498341202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7xViLPcVI/AAAAAAAAANE/8u5j2jCqo7w/s320/RIMG1235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7xWukiWLI/AAAAAAAAANc/lYg10sMl3eg/s1600-h/RIMG1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363489579005532338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7xWukiWLI/AAAAAAAAANc/lYg10sMl3eg/s320/RIMG1254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7xWf72TyI/AAAAAAAAANU/LvR6Y-IrlAE/s1600-h/RIMG1243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363489575076777762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7xWf72TyI/AAAAAAAAANU/LvR6Y-IrlAE/s320/RIMG1243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7xV_u5xeI/AAAAAAAAANM/vLW1vggBOh4/s1600-h/RIMG1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363489566432544226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7xV_u5xeI/AAAAAAAAANM/vLW1vggBOh4/s320/RIMG1242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocking Horse, Stacking Duck, Learning And Play piano,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barbie Discman And Lady Bug Walking Stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm75_zJRb1I/AAAAAAAAAN0/Nbjh2O-gFm0/s1600-h/RIMG1263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363499080701013842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm75_zJRb1I/AAAAAAAAAN0/Nbjh2O-gFm0/s320/RIMG1263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 Gold Rings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SnUwSKK6N0I/AAAAAAAAAOs/Fs9waTE6qXo/s1600-h/Picture0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365247619607705410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SnUwSKK6N0I/AAAAAAAAAOs/Fs9waTE6qXo/s320/Picture0016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;A Gold Bangle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm75_vGqYrI/AAAAAAAAANs/ieNUx-KsV8U/s1600-h/RIMG1256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363499079616324274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm75_vGqYrI/AAAAAAAAANs/ieNUx-KsV8U/s320/RIMG1256.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stroller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm75_I_yqSI/AAAAAAAAANk/4lfUxjDgDk0/s1600-h/RIMG1248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363499069386959138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm75_I_yqSI/AAAAAAAAANk/4lfUxjDgDk0/s320/RIMG1248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bikini (Astagfirullah!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the deco.(Not to forget)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7-BIKEeKI/AAAAAAAAAOc/AdsGd7A06_A/s1600-h/RIMG1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363503501567883426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7-BIKEeKI/AAAAAAAAAOc/AdsGd7A06_A/s320/RIMG1120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7-AxwhMUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/1WayV5q6udI/s1600-h/RIMG1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363503495555133762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7-AxwhMUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/1WayV5q6udI/s320/RIMG1115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7-AQlz52I/AAAAAAAAAOM/FmY5nFNQjnY/s1600-h/RIMG1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363503486651852642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7-AQlz52I/AAAAAAAAAOM/FmY5nFNQjnY/s320/RIMG1120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7-ABkQ26I/AAAAAAAAAOE/xXBUuin-C-I/s1600-h/RIMG1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363503482618829730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm7-ABkQ26I/AAAAAAAAAOE/xXBUuin-C-I/s320/RIMG1126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm79_A-xTXI/AAAAAAAAAN8/eYwk1tazts4/s1600-h/RIMG1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363503465281703282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sm79_A-xTXI/AAAAAAAAAN8/eYwk1tazts4/s320/RIMG1124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also to families and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for coming&lt;br /&gt;Also to 2 policeman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Tampines Division HQ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(complaints due to loud noise from karaoke)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SnU34YffSWI/AAAAAAAAAP0/P4scdsbRbU0/s1600-h/RIMG1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365255972868540770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SnU34YffSWI/AAAAAAAAAP0/P4scdsbRbU0/s320/RIMG1191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SnU33wQvekI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SLHVmNFU3UI/s1600-h/RIMG1148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365255962069269058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SnU33wQvekI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SLHVmNFU3UI/s320/RIMG1148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SnU33YkRZ6I/AAAAAAAAAPk/K6pYqsp2VRU/s1600-h/RIMG1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365255955708733346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SnU33YkRZ6I/AAAAAAAAAPk/K6pYqsp2VRU/s320/RIMG1161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SnU33B2jjNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/NKcAVQE8LlI/s1600-h/RIMG1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365255949611404498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SnU33B2jjNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/NKcAVQE8LlI/s320/RIMG1189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SnUzl0APDuI/AAAAAAAAAPU/O0Fhl5dCqBQ/s1600-h/RIMG1157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365251255789620962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SnUzl0APDuI/AAAAAAAAAPU/O0Fhl5dCqBQ/s320/RIMG1157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (If you realise, I'm at the right in black dress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yup, I've cut my hair&lt;br /&gt;due to excessive hair loss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SnUzlaGLsOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/a2kBIoyOqio/s1600-h/RIMG1194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365251248835244258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SnUzlaGLsOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/a2kBIoyOqio/s320/RIMG1194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SnUzkxN9RnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/oAbiK_qhP4U/s1600-h/RIMG1152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365251237862000242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SnUzkxN9RnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/oAbiK_qhP4U/s320/RIMG1152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SnUzkOdQHXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/EFqRVwhrJGQ/s1600-h/RIMG1185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365251228530908530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SnUzkOdQHXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/EFqRVwhrJGQ/s320/RIMG1185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These is my siblings.&lt;br /&gt;From left, Eshan(29), Me, Diana (28) &amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syammy (18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SnUzjlComAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/g7LD508ZflM/s1600-h/RIMG1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365251217413412866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SnUzjlComAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/g7LD508ZflM/s320/RIMG1146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it! Thanks for viewing/reading my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-192925024898348954?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/192925024898348954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-qisyani.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/192925024898348954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/192925024898348954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-qisyani.html' title='Happy Birthday Qisyani'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Smkjk2gSZFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/rB-HCaJwDY0/s72-c/First+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-4512276680463734737</id><published>2009-07-01T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:10:05.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ex Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Today, went SMU to apply for a work study program with Ziela . Selected, and have to go for an interview at Changi Business Park. Hopefully I got it.. Then went Plaza Singapura, go to Spotlight to shop! But didnt buy much. Only bought alphabet balloons for Qisya's coming birthday party. I bought every alphabet of Qisya's name. Cute! Met Eryn, we ate at Long John. Part with eryn and went to OC. The escalator which took us from level 1 to 4. Then 4 to 7 I think, was really scary. I held on to the handrail, my knee was shaking and my heart was like being squeezed!! Ziela insist on going up and went back down by the glass lift which I can see through the whole mall. The lift was fast when it came down! A chinese man in his early 20s stand closely to the door. He was scared to look anywhere. Hehe.. Then we head on to Lucky Plaza, we walk passed Takashimaya, saw Adi Putra. I tap him, he turn and all of a sudden, he shouted to someone opposite. "Eh, cepat dtg, Mai kat sini".. I have know idea to whom he was calling till that someone came.. And guess who? On this picture at the bottom, left side..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SkujgBCfJvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TMZv8_ZLyb8/s1600-h/lsls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353552352489973490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SkujgBCfJvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TMZv8_ZLyb8/s320/lsls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yup, my ex.. Umair. What the..... We sat and talk. I only pay attention to Adi Putra. And Umair interrupt, "manjer, asal kau kurus? Dulu tak macam gini sey"... "Manjer aku nak hug kau ley? Kau tak tahu brape rindu nye aku pat kau"...zzZZZ!!! I wouldn't be able to forgive him over what he did to me in the past. Even if I did, it won't change anything bout the past. Sorry Umair..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then we head to Lucky Plaza, bought myself an mp3, next to Far East and head back home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pheewwww....So tired. Anyway, I wonder why this week is so called my ex-appear week. The other day was Radi, now Umair? Cool pe..? Hehe..Anyone else??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-4512276680463734737?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/4512276680463734737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/07/ex-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/4512276680463734737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/4512276680463734737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/07/ex-week.html' title='Ex Week'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SkujgBCfJvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TMZv8_ZLyb8/s72-c/lsls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-5188444273353968862</id><published>2009-06-28T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T08:00:59.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hello peeps... I don't have much to share with you. Just wanna share some 'shocking' news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Received a letter from my friend and my ex in prison. Damn shocked. They asked me alot of questions.. Like, 'Manjer masih notty2 tk gi club'? 'Manjer sayang anak btol2 tau' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hehe.. didn't know I have a guy friend and an ex who still cares.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354984570861207698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SlC6GGPhQJI/AAAAAAAAAKM/vC31-Gn0-50/s320/1_701427624m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My good friend(Addy) &amp;amp; My ex (Radi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;By the way, rest in peace Michael. From one of your fan&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; who didnt care if you're &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Also, pictures of Qisya during my cousin's wedding at Jurong East Street 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Skd1Q_NVGcI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PpGWHO40dT0/s1600-h/RIMG0991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352375616858823106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Skd1Q_NVGcI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PpGWHO40dT0/s320/RIMG0991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Skd1QYouPtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Gyt5dDxZXPM/s1600-h/RIMG1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352375606504734418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Skd1QYouPtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Gyt5dDxZXPM/s320/RIMG1030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Skd1QGRFGKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YEWysr6Q1oI/s1600-h/RIMG0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352375601573730466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Skd1QGRFGKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YEWysr6Q1oI/s320/RIMG0982.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352375597792143682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Skd1P4LeqUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7xPyd2CoiEs/s320/RIMG1034.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-5188444273353968862?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/5188444273353968862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/06/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/5188444273353968862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/5188444273353968862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/06/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SlC6GGPhQJI/AAAAAAAAAKM/vC31-Gn0-50/s72-c/1_701427624m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-2053882901841371129</id><published>2009-06-13T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:20:31.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation for my faithful readers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hello friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share some quotes and speeches with you. Hope you learn at least a little from it, if you do, tag me about it..if can, tell me what you feel after reading. At least it makes me feel assured when you are motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a dream. A dream to be successful. A dream to be someone highly respected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;But the root of it, is the decision maker. And that's you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So think of today before you think of tomorrow. Successful people make important decisions earlier in their lives. And then, they manage those decisions the rest of their life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You might be afraid and start to ask yourself, where do I go from here? How do I start? Who should I ask? Will I fail? Will I regret? Those fears start to control you. But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Identify, define and analyse your fear before it takes you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ex, I'm afraid to try.. - If I try, and I became successful, I feel good because my my hard work pay off. If I fail? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At least I try...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Every dream start small.. Every successful people start with the person they talk to. Fed Ex? How many packages they moved in their first night of business? 200? 500? NO!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;15 packages!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Its perseverance that will guide you all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Don't give excuses, "Oh I'm busy to think"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well you're not busy, you're just being busy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And remember, the higher we reached, the more we get tested. Remember perseverance..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You'll get laugh at, criticized, failure.. but, you still have a long way to go. Buck up and try to do better. Criticisms are words to help you do better. Pay no heed to criticism. Keep on moving your dream forward because there's something magical about sticking to your dream longer then anyone around you thinks you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Dare to dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-2053882901841371129?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/2053882901841371129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/06/motivation-for-my-faithful-readers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/2053882901841371129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/2053882901841371129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/06/motivation-for-my-faithful-readers.html' title='Motivation for my faithful readers'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-3311599712503312862</id><published>2009-05-29T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T01:29:34.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e..e.. Begok nya cowok2 ini semua'/><title type='text'>Numbskull!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hello friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I got a few things to share... Firstly, about my happiness.. My daughter's first tooth is emerging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And she act about it. Really! She bit my finger. Its just a tiny sharp end. Hehe.. Also, her very first birthday is coming in July. 24th of July, she will be turning a year old. I'll be doing a party at home. Close friends will be invited. Especially mums.. : ) It falls on the Friday, so I'll be doing it on the Sunday, 26th July. Includes Buffet, ''Doá Selamat", Gifts &amp;amp; Games... Also, Mr Nalo as the invited photographer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Secondly, I'm working now. Thank God.. At Kaki Bukit in Trusted Hub, doing document in the office. Like, document thats so old, turn yellowish and staples rust. I'll be sorting it out. Because large company has to keep their every single report. Even from year 1973 documents, I did. Easy work...Also just 7 bus stops from Temasek Polytechnic near my blk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Third thing,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 2nd Months Anniversary to Syammy Stephen &amp;amp; Ziela Wonder!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hope you two last long. Syammy, treat ur gf good or I'll cut off ur irritating fringe when you're asleep!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Last but not least, I came acrossed a few shameless living creatures in tagged.. Who viewed my profile(its not private), even there to comment on me.. like the first pic of me alone, (u're beautiful dear) den wen next pic of me &amp;amp; hubby, (last long aite)... then they message me.. even worse...bout chatting in msn.. K thats fine. But talk about sex? Hello? Sial peh jantan bengap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And there's this guy, he added me. He comment me alot.. I said thanks. At least I did thank him. But I was busy working... He message me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Him : Diam je?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me : Huh? Abeh ape?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Him : U? U diam je?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me : Then what do you expect me to say/ask you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Him : Eh lau nak diam, just delete me from your list ar...!! (angry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me : Hello? Sape add sape ni? Why not you do me a favour? Delete me, and I'LL BE VERY GRATEFUL TO YOU!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And he deleted me from his list... Good....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;He sent me friendship tags.. But instead of waiting.. He get angry for not paying him any attention? Hello sir? I got better thing to do alright? The moment I opened my home page, there was like,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;22 Friend Requests, 7 New Friends, 16 Tags and 5 Photo comments..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; Thats in tagged, not yet my Friendster, Multiply, Ziboitna's Facebook &amp;amp; Multiply. Even email's that 18o still in counting. I really had no time to look carefully one by one cause I wanna sleep, I'm working the next day and this guy was like so the attention seeker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sats &amp;amp; Suns is my off day. The only days I can spent time with my daughter. And at both days, I have english class at 7pm. See? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thats all.. hope you enjoy reading &amp;amp; viewing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341296962178326194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SiAZSaaDHrI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-NQsJtPX6hk/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Introducing Fisah Miss Camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341296953907707506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SiAZR7mLfnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6Q7FdxBJV8Q/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341296948136744994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SiAZRmGRmCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xg0twY_qAAM/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;See? Thats ony 1 file, A carton contains 6(super thick) files to 11(thin files)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And I did 2-3 cartons a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341296957602149186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SiAZSJXAM0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/HHpt7vWjjDQ/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;She's happy in it, but starts crying as soon as I snap a shot of her in the WASHING MACHINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-3311599712503312862?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/3311599712503312862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/05/numbskull.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/3311599712503312862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/3311599712503312862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/05/numbskull.html' title='Numbskull!!'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SiAZSaaDHrI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-NQsJtPX6hk/s72-c/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~929.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-3797232216360744900</id><published>2009-05-19T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:23:58.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Peeps!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hello my friends,&lt;br /&gt;who are always nice to view my blog frequently &amp;amp; wait for my new post. Hope this isn't a boring one for you. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 16may that falls on saturday is my first english lesson. It is totally different as it was the advanced 'stream'. Last wed, on math class, pheww..full of amahs &amp;amp; abang2 trang tang tang..&lt;br /&gt;But on this english class, there are supervisors, engineers, even mother of a teacher. So abit serious in class. BORING! Fisah was mad at me on our first day in english class, some of you may not know how absent minded I was. Even my mum said, "Lucky your breast are attached to your body, if not when your husband need it, you'll searched the whole house for it. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;When I first sat down in class the moment I came in, the first thing I did was to take out my pencil case followed by the Mango tea that I bought with Fisah. Then I took out my notebook. And I shocked Fisah by saying, "ALAMAK! AKU TAK BAWAK PENCIL BOX SAK! MCM MANE NI" Fisah then says, "ABEH NI APE DEPAN MATA KAU??!"   -,-&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.. Then during our 15 minutes break, we smoke at the gateball court. And then I said to her "SIAL AR, AKU TAK BAWAK AIR AKU PLAK!" Fisah den raised her voice, "ABEH NI BUKAN AIR KAU!!?" -,- Hehe.. I forgot again.. she was absolutely pissed off with me and my absent mindedness.. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day on sunday was abit boring.. Just that Fisah was shocked when I came down with a long skirt. She ask me, "Feminine pe kau,mai?" It was hard for u peeps or even my husband to see me all covered. Hehe.. I am always in hotpants with tanktop or jeans but with low V-neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, is my first wedding anniversary.. But did nothing actually. Hubby was tired after work. Yesterday too.. Just that hubby keep calling home, missing me. Now that his wife is busy attending Qisya and studies.. But for sure I won't neglect him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end, I wanna ask you reader, firstly, if you ever came a cross whether in Friendster, Tagged or whatever... a foreigner adds u up. With dirty photos in their profile? Describe and tell me how you feel bout it..&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, any one knows about condom? Any recommendation on brands/types?? Hehe.. Family planning la, not trying to be dirty...&lt;br /&gt;Tag me bout it all, aite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUACKS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-3797232216360744900?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/3797232216360744900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-peeps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/3797232216360744900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/3797232216360744900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-peeps.html' title='Hello Peeps!!'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-2243678040441388882</id><published>2009-05-14T01:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:27:00.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SKEWL ROCK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hello peeps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Last night is my first day in 'school' with Fisah. As some of you may not know, the course that I'm taking up, the cert is equivelant to O'level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Guess, you might wanna ask if i could cope after all those years of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fisah is the youngest is class. Cool! The teacher gave us a very thick binded book like those in ITE. I was thinking, 'Oh gosh! So many things to learn'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I flipped throuh the page..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;On page 21, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1a. 32+12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1b. 11+57&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1c. 25+43&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1d. 27+39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;3a. 26 + 38 = 33 + ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;3b. 51 - 28 = 43 - ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;3c. 19 + 27 = ? + 35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Page 93&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What is the next pattern?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;● ▲ ● ▲ ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-,-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Page 124&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;4. How many $1 dollar coins can you exchange with fifteen 20-cent coins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335607320553351170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SgvilrqOaAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vFcYv1WGeNs/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~922.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;This is much more funny.. Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I just don't know what to say. CHICKEN FEET!!!!! Its some sort of O'level and I'm learning plus, minus, time, dollars &amp;amp; cents? U get what I meant? For those who study alot for O levels, and have more then just english &amp;amp; maths.. ENVY ME!!! hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I used to be an express student before I was expelled for scolding and punched my Discipline Master..But even a 6 year old knows how to see the clock right? So guess what Fisah and I did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Picture Taking Time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335605425464616914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sgvg3X53J9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/sLz5dym-yt4/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335605426137214434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sgvg3aaOLeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/f2eGYCuO7xE/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335605428143958274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sgvg3h4qqQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ImFkYav_XPE/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335605427887134162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sgvg3g7b1dI/AAAAAAAAAIk/W4tiAZDfDRk/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335605428837029762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sgvg3kd6F4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/Vpf2cs5aT38/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-2243678040441388882?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/2243678040441388882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/05/skewl-rock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/2243678040441388882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/2243678040441388882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/05/skewl-rock.html' title='SKEWL ROCK!'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SgvilrqOaAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vFcYv1WGeNs/s72-c/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~922.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-7919321675931216482</id><published>2009-05-11T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:29:39.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTH/MOTHER'S DAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hello peeps... I shan't talk about death today lest it scares anyone out there. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Its May.. Also known as Manjer's May.. Yesterday is mothers day. To those who msg/tag me in tagged wishing me A Happy Mothers day, well thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;As for today.. its my birthday. 19th birthday. also marks the last year of the first digit 1. Next year onwards would be starting with 2. 20..21..22..23...etc. And I hate it.. Hehe.. Getting older is the scariest thing for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hubby gave me cheeseburger. He wrote Happy Mother's Day, Mummy on it. I thought maybe he didnt have much money. Well, I didnt ask for presents from him either. On my way home from hospital, he gave me a present. With heart shaped design. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(Young bro interrupt.."kiwak, next year da 20sen sak kau)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Continue.. I was shocked. It was a bit heavy.. maybe it was a perfume I guess. But didn't I get perfume on Valentine's Day too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We took pictures while walking to find a good spot for us to sit down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334515865867435410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SggB6qG2vZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/TIWBmOE43Xc/s320/happy+bdae1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334515868318876626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SggB6zPUw9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/2kas0NICItY/s320/Love+bdae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(ps* I still wore the yellow fever-free sticker from hosp)KIASU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So I opened it.... It was my all time favourite perfume..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334515870113176210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SggB657HmpI/AAAAAAAAAH0/aX4OHT23Y2g/s320/present.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334519119356374066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SggE4CTELDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/EeitXG6OPWo/s320/botol.jpg19868" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I loved it! I liked Paris Hilton's perfume. But then, I felt that it was a waste of money. Told hubby, the money.. maybe we can use to go out together or eat somewhere. He said, since it was what I really like, he thinks it's worth it. Never mind.. at least I like. Rather then PSP and handphone E63 that he thought wanna buy for me. Hey, even if its expensive, I won't take it if he buys.. Not that I'm unappreciative, just that I don't think I have the time to play PSP when Qisya's crawling all over the house. I have to watch over her. And she loves to throw my hp. What if she throw the E63? OUCH!! That could really hurts her daddy's heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hmmm....better not.. Anyway, I loved this perfume so much.. It suits my personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Daddy,I mean it when I say I loved you. You deserved to have me, my love &amp;amp; everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;No words.. no action.. nobody could tear us apart. Cause deep down, we both know how strong is our love for each other. U changed me.. Not by action.. not by words.. But by your sincere &amp;amp; true love for me that no other mere words can describe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I change you too.. with love accompanied by wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;rds &amp;amp; tears. We've been through it all. Be in poor or riches.. Tears &amp;amp; laughter.. You've seen the real me..Who no one could ever guess I would be. And you've shown the real you.. Who not even your parents knew about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Lets hold on.. to this knot that tied me to you. For we shall go through obstacles of life together. As good parents, we'll bring up our child. We'll prove to the whole world that true love do exists. And true love not only involves Us.. But Qisya too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The 3 of us together..Happily ever after..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Love you always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-7919321675931216482?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/7919321675931216482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthmothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/7919321675931216482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/7919321675931216482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthmothers-day.html' title='HAPPY BIRTH/MOTHER&apos;S DAY!!'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SggB6qG2vZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/TIWBmOE43Xc/s72-c/happy+bdae1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-1310819733039192328</id><published>2009-05-09T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T04:11:01.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m not ready to die.. not ready to face You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allah SWT..'/><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Recently.. I been thinking alot about death. How would it be when death is near you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself a few questions...&lt;br /&gt;What would I do feel if I got sick one day that could lead to death?&lt;br /&gt;What would I do if I know when will I die?&lt;br /&gt;What would I do if death is near me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of Amir Black..&lt;br /&gt;Was sentenced to death last month. 5 days after his mum's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;And 3 days before sentence, I get to visit him. When you are given a sentence hang to death, the govt will fulfill some of your last wishes.. Like seeing a friend.. eat your mum's dishes.. Jgn plak mintak nasi briyani dari India. Tu kurang ajar! And one of his request was seeing his 'brothers' before meeting Mr Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the visiting room.. he entertain me. Like...&lt;br /&gt;Him: Amacam? Ape bikin skrg? Keje? Fey amcm? Maseh kuda kepang?&lt;br /&gt;Ingat plak aku dulu aku beli kan bapak dia gamelan.. kekek sak. Baik2 aku tak tau main sampai main tak payah tgk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what I saw and heard. But how about his inner feelings? I cried when he said all that. He was shocked..to see a brother's wife who he once met always drunk at Woodstock.. Dance like the dancefloor's hers... Could even showed up..and cried for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to his funeral..&lt;br /&gt;I cried seeing him in 'kapan'&lt;br /&gt;I followed to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;I stand by the grave watching him being buried.&lt;br /&gt;I said a few prayers hoping God would be lenient, forgive his sins and accept him by God's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who knows.. when will it be my turn?&lt;br /&gt;People came to my funeral.&lt;br /&gt;People see me in 'kapan'&lt;br /&gt;People came to my burial.&lt;br /&gt;People look n cried as I'm being buried.&lt;br /&gt;People pray for me..&lt;br /&gt;And that people could be one of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I pray before sleeping. Hoping that God could open my heart, and bring me closer to him. I love my husband so much. I don't want him to carry my sins. I really wanna change. Everytime I watch hubby pray, I think... when will I be able to be behind his back praying together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days are getting hotter.. nights are getting scarier with thunder &amp;amp; lightnings. The Doomsday is coming.. We all know it for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why do God make us to live only to let us die in the end? Why does He create us in different religion.. girls who become man.. and boys who become ladies.. only to sin when we don't wish to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt, my mum's elder sister. Is the first child among 9 children.. (Kuat nenek aku)&lt;br /&gt;She was wilful when young. Go nightclub. Divorce once and remarry last year, a week after my wedding..even when she's 60+. She used to get cheated. I remembered when in pri 2, she bring me to a family disco. She support a philipine man who she believe that he loves her. The man ran away after cheating her money.. Again and again.. She used to beat her mum(my grandma), and scold vulgarity to her like.. "masak mcm dia peh puki!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's in hosp.. cause by food poisoning. Not rojak geylang huh.. When in hosp.. doc says there's too much toxin.. her kidney got prob.. her liver has too much water.. bla..bla..bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look people.. this is just a lesson to learn just on Earth.. Not yet in Hell.. But I wish she would change if she gets to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333882416510182386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SgXBzDXKo_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/upuzADKd7Tg/s320/000S052LyF0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-1310819733039192328?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/1310819733039192328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/05/death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/1310819733039192328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/1310819733039192328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/05/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SgXBzDXKo_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/upuzADKd7Tg/s72-c/000S052LyF0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-2396601806590304297</id><published>2009-05-08T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:07:13.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u&apos;re so lame'/><title type='text'>Try me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Dear readers.. I have an old experience that I want you to be my judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Two years ago.. I had a boyfriend name Azmil. We were together for 6months. We met in the day. At night, he work at M.O.S. During his off day, he would switch off his phone. And I didn't think much back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;After 6months together, a lady called me claiming to be his wife. I was damn shocked! I confronted him, he said that was his ex wife. He didn't wanna tell me dat he was a divorcee as he was afraid I wouldn't accept him in the first place. His ex wife was at his home to take their daughter. I believed him.. And soon.. I got to know that he lied. My god brother(his friend) felt that I should know the real truth and not be a victim of his lies. I was mad.. I played him back in his own game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So do you think I purposely wanna be a home wrecker? Or its those jerks who wasn't honest enough to be a man..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And why do I bother to tell you this? Because some coward name 'passer-by' remind me of that. Even told me about karma, what goes around comes around.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And to whoever u are, passer by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Nak cakap kau nabi,bukan... ulama' pun bukan.. assistant Tuhan pun bukan.. (check2 bukan2 je!) There's no such need for you to scare me about karma. Cause you know why? I'm a victim. And I know I've sinned unknowingly because of being with someone else's husband. And you know what? Allah SWT adil.. Tak kan la Dia nak balas aku sedang kan aku ditipu ngan jantan tu. Asal tak jantan tu yang dpat ape tu? Karma? Nabi Muhammad a.s tak label org sembarangan.. kau plak nak label aku.. So sorry for you.. amalan agama belom confirm power.. da nak bobal pasal karma..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So I hope you understand.. I'm damn right I was a victim of his lies.. Not being a homewrecker knowingly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333358605670380450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SgPlZP7Bc6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/5ErXLgI_I5k/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~836.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;My marriage is at its very best.. Thank for your wishes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333358606443943138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SgPlZSzdFOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hREciN3txhs/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ps* Be honoured.. I even bother to do this for you.. U're so special! Muackx!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-2396601806590304297?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/2396601806590304297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/05/try-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/2396601806590304297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/2396601806590304297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/05/try-me.html' title='Try me!'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SgPlZP7Bc6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/5ErXLgI_I5k/s72-c/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~836.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-3518225900764154550</id><published>2009-05-05T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:06:22.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manjerBiolz is loved'/><title type='text'>Our Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Married couples usually spent their time at home. But for me, I think we should go out on a date together at least twice a month. That makes the love grew stronger rather then just fade away slowly. As my birthday is coming, on the 11 May. We thought, maybe we could celebrate together in advance. I get 3 celebration this month, Mothers Day, my birthday(11may) and also my first wedding anniversary(18may)!!! May is trully my favourite month. Hubby insist going to some special &amp;amp; romantic place..well hey, anywhere is romantic when two lovebirds are together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I insist on going to Long John's instead of Mark's Place. Cause I love the crunchy shrimp with cheese &amp;amp; pineapple cream cheese pie! Peeerrrffeecctt!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332568765723911634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SgEXCg1RJdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6i5BXkV3Az4/s320/RIMG0923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332568765139595202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SgEXCep9L8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/-eQxY1znUp8/s320/RIMG0922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332568759433883826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SgEXCJZm8LI/AAAAAAAAAE0/M1xkWIDdfUM/s320/RIMG0921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332568754653741314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SgEXB3l7wQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/fiKmAuuzdVg/s320/RIMG0915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332568748685631826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SgEXBhXBoVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uD1eBE-TDV8/s320/RIMG0914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332571083760020386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SgEZJcMJK6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/mvtD4J4COoI/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332571085726658354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SgEZJjhBrzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mIGh9aYb6N4/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332571077568286402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SgEZJFH6zsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/fED98uie7qM/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332571088512765474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SgEZJt5STiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/c60sngheiks/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332571093547622402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SgEZKApsIAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/SmMSMTEQZDc/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;We bought an identical watch. This is the first time hubby's being so nice, wanting to take pictures together. If not for a special day, he would, "Jgn lah pelok2, pat rumah kan leh pelok... Tak nak lah amik gambar, org ramai ni!" Datang la angin baik kau, Fey... Hehe.. Our conversation during dinner at Long John's filled my eyes with tears. Its so like those dating time before we get married. We laugh hard, we giggle.. Hubby says "Dear jgn nangis..jgn pejam mata ti air mata berlinang u.. da make up ni..jgn nangis..blkg ade org.." Haha..he really bother when it comes to crowded places.. And the most annoying part is this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Me: D,lepas ni nak g ane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:Ntah u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Me:Eh u pikir la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Him:Gasak u la, I ikut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Me:I tak tau.. U plan la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Him:Alah.. u pikir la nak gi mane..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Me: I tak tau la..U pkir la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Haiz.. At last we went to play arcade. Haha.. Its so joyful. Not to forget.. my baby, Qisya.She seems to be growing fast. If only I can 'pause' the time when she was 4mths, I could cuddle her..play with her. Now she's busy with her baby language and learns to walk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332579037355230738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SgEgYZpAxhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/QDX_q5uLSEM/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332579041151308594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SgEgYnyEUzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/RM9VH_W9q0M/s320/RIMG0889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332579047387834450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SgEgY_A-KFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SyIufty9m1Q/s320/RIMG0909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;And this handsome baby boy is my nephew. Going 2mths old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Name Feyron aka Eddie Mama Junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332579048165109042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SgEgZB6SbTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/10MhkTDaQbQ/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332579053601216530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SgEgZWKW2BI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Eju05nDuVbA/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And to cuzzie Fisah.. This is the pic that you pester me about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332596007490804594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SgEv0MUn23I/AAAAAAAAAGc/zhTJM8Hk4Zc/s320/RIMG0902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332596011588167346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SgEv0blgprI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IUyr2kl4ixE/s320/RIMG0897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(Yang penting, lobang idong bersih!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-3518225900764154550?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/3518225900764154550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/3518225900764154550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/3518225900764154550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-date.html' title='Our Date'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SgEXCg1RJdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6i5BXkV3Az4/s72-c/RIMG0923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-5182801360498742565</id><published>2009-04-23T00:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:41:02.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legally Husband &amp; Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SfAa5Ncl0eI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eIU6yjIznlg/s1600-h/Our+love+Quote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327787929343742434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SfAa5Ncl0eI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eIU6yjIznlg/s320/Our+love+Quote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327788400432806610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SfAbUoY-etI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OJn2C-o1irg/s320/Wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-5182801360498742565?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/5182801360498742565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/04/legally-husband-wife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/5182801360498742565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/5182801360498742565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/04/legally-husband-wife.html' title='Legally Husband &amp; Wife'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SfAa5Ncl0eI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eIU6yjIznlg/s72-c/Our+love+Quote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-416415008646722798</id><published>2009-04-22T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:27:59.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love my family'/><title type='text'>Everything's change..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Recently been busy with my kuda kepang group. Soon, I'll be more busy attending meetings as Vice-Chairman. Hubby also been busy.Preparing fishing rods and lines when we don't even know when will we go fishing again! Haha.. Ya, hubby's working 12hrs daily, 6days a week. On his off days, will be resting at home with me and Qisya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qisya's turning 9mths soon. Throwing tantrums daily. But she's so adorable. When I say syg, she'll put her head to my head to syg me. She loves shouting, 'JAAN! JAAN! JAAN! or when wanna eat, it'll be MAAM! MAAM! MAAM! And she loves twisting nipples! Hahaha.. True! Mine, daddy's and grandpa's got twisted by her. She loves peanut much more then ice cream. But she don't even have 1 tooth! We'll help her chew the nuts first before giving it to her. I think she'll learn to walk first. She holds on to every furniture to get to the place she wants. Well hey, she's a one of a kind baby! Stand with support at 1mth old. Some babies, its 6mths then they could stand with you holding them under their armpit. She sits at 5mths plus..without me helping her. When daddy's at home last week, during off day. Qisya was quiet the whole day. I was worried cause its so unlike of her to keep quite the whole day. As soon as daddy go downstairs to buy some stuff..she goes "JAAN! JAAN! JAAN!!!!" What a good actress she is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats it for today's post. I love You, God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-416415008646722798?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/416415008646722798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/04/everythings-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/416415008646722798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/416415008646722798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/04/everythings-change.html' title='Everything&apos;s change..'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-6348768922778189715</id><published>2009-04-10T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:28:35.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sd8e4C9YQDI/AAAAAAAAADE/BgBkYWTpDRM/s1600-h/mum+n+bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323007232791035954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sd8e4C9YQDI/AAAAAAAAADE/BgBkYWTpDRM/s320/mum+n+bb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sd8euJDYCJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/QCWFF03MQWM/s1600-h/absolute+manjer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323007062628108434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sd8euJDYCJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/QCWFF03MQWM/s320/absolute+manjer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt; Been busy lately.. Hubby's now working as Protection Officer @ Certis Cisco. 12 hours daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;By the time he's back home, was worn out already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;As for me, went interview for retail with bestie, Eryn. Pheew, the sun was scorching at beach rd that my sweat keep rolling down at the side of my face.(y'day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Btw, I got tips for mums/dads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Babies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;White patches on tongue-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;X Old Folk's says: Don't let baby wear diaper. Wear nappy instead. Once they've urine, use the wet part(urine) n wipe baby's tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;♥ Manjer Say: Use warm water to wet thin and soft hanferchief. Nappy towel recommend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Then wipe the tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;-New First Tooth-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;X Ignore, when baby turns toddler(1-2yrs) then learns to brush their own teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;♥Manjer Say: There's a finger rubber glove toothbrush. For mums to put their finger in, and brush baby's teeth. Why wait till baby learns how to brush themself? If you don't help, who else? You can get them at Watson/Unity/Kiddy Palace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;-Nappy Rash Cream Doesn't Work-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;X Old Folks say: Change to other brand. This brand no good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;♥Manjer Say: Every time you change his/her diaper, air the bottom first(w/o diaper) for 10-15mins before applying nappy rash cream and diaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-6348768922778189715?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/6348768922778189715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/04/recently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/6348768922778189715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/6348768922778189715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/04/recently.html' title='Recently...'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/Sd8e4C9YQDI/AAAAAAAAADE/BgBkYWTpDRM/s72-c/mum+n+bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-3591804422822549756</id><published>2009-03-23T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:55:11.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello?? WTF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Recently I went through blogs and profiles of people. As I read, I found out about something... $$$ minded people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;I saw two different kind of people. A typical 'feeling hotstuff' lady, posing with her so called high end bag, with her caption.. bla bla.. you know. And a man, not in her network. A picture of him with the caption 'Thats Me'. And the man didn't even talk bout his $2000+ Louis Vuitton sport shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Why there are people who are proud of their stuff when their parents worked their butt off just to buy those whatever 'end' you call it, and yet you could feel classy bout it. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Also, I hate FAKE women. I mean not the nyahs. Lets call this lady Fifi. She took photo of herself in tube, calling herself beach babe or sexy. I find it annoying cause all you can see is just a small pointed nipple. Hello??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;KOSONG LA..JEMPUT-JEMPUT THAILAND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;My brothers and cousin laughed the hell outta em'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Also a pic which she blur it, and its obvious that she took it with a bra. And a honest soul comment, 'Why blur it? Must be your boobs are small rite'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;It may be funny, but I pity those people who flaunt of something they shouldn't have. I dont even take pictures and say, I got $, so I bought 3 Longchamp bags, 2 L.V heels..blablabla...Siow ar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;I'm not jealous of anyone of these kind of people, well why should I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Cause I know, right now, let us be down to earth. When I die, I'll be rich in Heaven. Thank Allah SWT for what we have now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;PEACE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-3591804422822549756?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/3591804422822549756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-wtf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/3591804422822549756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/3591804422822549756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-wtf.html' title='Hello?? WTF!'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-7411177957460509637</id><published>2009-03-22T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:30:42.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Hobby?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;We went fishing again with my new rod. Daddy bought me a pink carbon fiber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm so happy, even if its 6'' short like its owner. Nevermind, cause I don't think I'll be able to pull out with a long rod either. I did get something in fact.. It wasn't a fish. Not a seaweed, duhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316067359094102514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/ScZ3GOzaWfI/AAAAAAAAACg/hpA5N8OtRz0/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Mr Crab (my fav)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;And the next day, I cooked it. The meat was soft and sweet.. Yumm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;CHILLI CRAB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316065768905691986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/ScZ1pq4801I/AAAAAAAAACY/RmgIiF7DyPM/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-7411177957460509637?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/7411177957460509637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-new-hobby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/7411177957460509637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/7411177957460509637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-new-hobby.html' title='My New Hobby?'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/ScZ3GOzaWfI/AAAAAAAAACg/hpA5N8OtRz0/s72-c/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-5859812695264524426</id><published>2009-02-21T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:31:29.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fishing At East Coast'/><title type='text'>Daddy's New Hobby</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SaEMbkecCSI/AAAAAAAAABk/rdO9BcZ_saw/s1600-h/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305535503806499106" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SaEMbkecCSI/AAAAAAAAABk/rdO9BcZ_saw/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Last night, we went fishing @ 'Longkang 6'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Not only us, but with Arep, Hadi and my bro-in-law, Thaqib. Fishing over the week has been boring for me. I ended up cuddling my bag, hid in my poncho. And guess what happened? I zzZZZ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;But last night I manage to sleep only about an hour. I had to keep my eyes open, it isn't fun when we cycled a long way from Tampines to East Coast and I ended up sleeping by the picnic mat that I brought. And because of that, we caught some fishes. A mouse catfish, from the catfish family. Only three of them, and they were the size of my hand. From the tip of my middle finger to my wrist. I gave it to Thaqib. Cause no one in my family eats that kind of cat fish. And also a small 'Gerut' fish. About the size of my palm. Its given the name 'Gerut' because when you caught it, and put it on the floor, it makes a sound GGRRROOOTT..! Funny right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SaEHq-6Q9WI/AAAAAAAAABM/FPoOjxdMRXI/s1600-h/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305530271042434402" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SaEHq-6Q9WI/AAAAAAAAABM/FPoOjxdMRXI/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305529309002342946" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SaEGy_CCIiI/AAAAAAAAABE/8TFmO1WUo3g/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Here's the Catfish(Sembilang Tikus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;1 on the left and 2 on the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SaEIhGQQRaI/AAAAAAAAABU/dublR1OIQwQ/s1600-h/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305531200726648226" style="WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SaEIhGQQRaI/AAAAAAAAABU/dublR1OIQwQ/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And this is the Gerut fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe you would be thinking, how bad I looked last night Well....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SaEKMl3vh0I/AAAAAAAAABc/2su_UdEKIP4/s1600-h/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305533047459776322" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SaEKMl3vh0I/AAAAAAAAABc/2su_UdEKIP4/s200/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Not shagged right? Well I don't cycle actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;My husband is the one to cycle. I just sit at the back.&lt;br /&gt;*PEACE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-5859812695264524426?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/5859812695264524426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-bonding-grew-stronger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/5859812695264524426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/5859812695264524426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-bonding-grew-stronger.html' title='Daddy&apos;s New Hobby'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SaEMbkecCSI/AAAAAAAAABk/rdO9BcZ_saw/s72-c/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137690167635303937.post-3755407595373373725</id><published>2009-02-15T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:32:03.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SZfj-fFM2HI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2cWag2t8GF4/s1600-h/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302957748886755442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SZfj-fFM2HI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2cWag2t8GF4/s320/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Valentine's Day @ Tampines Swimming Complex&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Qisya's first swimming lesson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(She's the youngest in the pool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in one thing, patience is the key to everything. Thats why I made it this far. And here I am still believing in it. To all women, say no to abortion. What would you answer when Q'iamat(Doomsday) comes. And came a small toddler asking, 'Why u abort me, mummy'? You dare to make love at such a young age, and yet you're afraid to bring that lil sunshine to your world. Just be brave and go through it patiently, you'll end up saying..'Well its all thanks to my own effort afterall'. To all girls who sex around, stop your uncontrollable desire. Love ur body like you own it, not like it help u make money with it. To all man who already has a child and yet won't settle down with your girlfriends. FUCK YOU! Its better you cut ur thing off before you go around making babies and leave the rest up to the mothers. When u turn 40, u'll end up having 20 children knocking on your door asking for money, for all the years they grow without your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Why are human nowadays tends to forgot their mothers teaching?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*PEACE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137690167635303937-3755407595373373725?l=manjerbiolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/feeds/3755407595373373725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-it-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/3755407595373373725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3137690167635303937/posts/default/3755407595373373725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manjerbiolz.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-it-goes.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Izura As'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01064178165359295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SY3hJfAeiEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SaQR8fPLYO4/S220/%25hot+mum%25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjO8jnOSGkU/SZfj-fFM2HI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2cWag2t8GF4/s72-c/~%5ES%C3%B1%C3%83pSh%C3%95t%5E~510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
