<?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-12634615</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:00:23.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Million Smiles.....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-116945784961387974</id><published>2007-01-22T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:24:09.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Darling... Shazwan Aqmal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1562/1080/1600/559659/Wawan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1562/1080/320/69182/Wawan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi All.... after so long of quietness, I'm here posting the pic of my son Shazwan Aqmal who is now 8 mths. His nick is "Wawan". He's a BIG eater (like my buyut). He'll shout whenever he saw somebody eating. Have been very busy lately, not sure who are the ones who still visit my "sleeping" blogspot. hehe.... Sowie for that. Now buzier, where I need to juggle my time with both kids. But lucky Danisha is independant &amp;amp; understanding enuff. She'll give way to her bro whenever he needs attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-116945784961387974?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/116945784961387974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=116945784961387974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/116945784961387974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/116945784961387974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-darling-shazwan-aqmal.html' title='My Darling... Shazwan Aqmal'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-113878650464103318</id><published>2006-02-01T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T17:35:05.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Holidayz" wif Danisha</title><content type='html'>Danisha, as usual, alwayz waiting for these moments to spend time &amp; bully the mummy. Daddy is on working on all the dayz of CNY. So left me &amp;amp; Danisha @ hm. This lil gerl of mine, ape lagi, amik kesempatan lah nak bermanja. But after all, she's @lrite, getting more independent &amp; tolerable. Or mayb I'm juz used to her style. On Sun, I woke up very early morning to do pizza for my family, ibu's &amp;amp; Mak's family. Did the dough rite after subuh, in order to be able to handle Danisha after that. She woke up at 9, Mummy is happy at least got some work done. Bathe her,feed her b'fast &amp; watch "Barney" wif her. Once in a while I sneak to the kitchen but she chase after me. At last, I gave up. "U wanna help mummy?" She said "Wat pe?" Help me arrange the crabmeat toppings on my pizza. She's doing it great for a 2-yr old. I praised her"Pandai anak mummy. Good gerl. After the crab meat, U put the mushroom ok." I showed her how to do it. "Ok", she said. She did it perfectly, spreading out the crabmeat &amp;amp; mushroom. Then the phone rang &amp; I was busy talking to my frend @ the other side of the kitchen. When I put down the phone, she's done wif my pizza. "OMG... I screamed. It became a mountain pizza. She took the whole bowl of mushroom &amp;amp; crabmeat &amp; pour it on top of the dough. I make faces, &amp;amp; she asked me "Mummy, nape???" so innocently. Then she laughed. Haiz... budak kecik eh. She also helped me seive the flour, she likes cooking. Cooking wif her is fun too. Got 6 LARGE trays of pizzas wif lots of toppings on it. Smile... How I wish I can sit all day wif Danisha...mmmm...  It's coming soon, I know. Insyaallah... wif another add on. Smile...&lt;br /&gt;On Tues am, she opened her eyes when Daddy kissed her goodbye when he off to work. Then he ask"Daddy go work eh". After that she look @ me &amp; asked "Mummy work?" I said yes. She replied "Ain?" She's asking wat abt her? Where will she go? Alahai, cian anak aku. Mcm anak terbiar. Then I hug her &amp;amp; put her back to sleep. When she woke up, she cried all the way. Mayb she's juz afraid that I'm off to work. So watever I did is wrong. Therefore, Mummy took out a hanger &amp; threaten to smack her. But instead hit the floor. She kept quiet after a while. @ b'fast, we watched tv. She as usual, cant keep still. So she walked here there. Suddenly she took the hanger &amp;amp; hit my back. Then she laughed &amp;amp; ran away."Adui!!" I screamed. In my heart was saying "Kurang asam, at last aku kena balik. Sakit jugak eh kena pukul pakai hanger. hehe..Padan muka aku." Coz I ever hit her leg using it. Haiz... budak zaman skarang, tak leh main2. Nanti dah besau leh jadi gangster kampong dusun. haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-113878650464103318?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/113878650464103318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=113878650464103318' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/113878650464103318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/113878650464103318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2006/02/holidayz-wif-danisha.html' title='&quot;Holidayz&quot; wif Danisha'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-113506321939269791</id><published>2005-12-20T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T15:20:19.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dormant but now awake!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi guys... Welcome back to my blog. hehe... Dah lama tertido lah sejak raya. Baru skarang terbangun.&lt;br /&gt;Okie a quickie update. Life been ok ok so far, been quite bz at work &amp; wkends.&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS to ALL my frends who juz got married &amp;amp; given birth.&lt;br /&gt;Bulan nie mcm terkopak gitu gayanya. Bukan pi shopping eh!! Dah bertobat lah. hehe.. Bulan nie aje, tau. Sejak-semenjak nie, mcm malas nak singgah di shopping2 senter. Mcm malas gitu nak jalan. Kawan setiaku cozway pt pun jarang kutemui. Dah jelak agaknye. hehe... Baguih jugak, tak buang duit. In Dec &amp; Jan, ada berlambak2 jemputan, bdae, orang beranak. Bocor... beb.. bocor... Tak pe lah.. berzakat fitrah.&lt;br /&gt;Dis wk my parents &amp;amp; youngest bro went to Pahang &amp; KL for a short trip. Cian mak aku tue, dah penat jaga anak aku, skali skala halau dia pi makan angin. hehe... Itu pun susah nak tinggalkan kita2 nie. Since hubby is clearing his leave from last Thurs rite up to yr end (hmmmppphhh, aku jugak kena keje), he must take care of Danisha &amp;amp; buyut during my mum's absence. hehe... Sampai member pun tak tau nak buat ape kat umah. Isshhh... kalau aku, banyak keje leh buat. BUT dis Fri I'm starting my leave till yr end. Wohooo!!! Going for a short trip to M'sia wif my in-laws. By rite, wanna go somewhere near juz d 3 of us, tapi memandangkan pemaisuri kenit intan payung satu tue hyperlah sangat, terbantut kami kejap. hehe..Tak sanggup mak oei..&lt;br /&gt;Countdown... 3 more days to go !!! Yabadabadooooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upload some latest fotos.&lt;a href="http://srie143.multiply.com/photos"&gt;http://srie143.multiply.com/photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-113506321939269791?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/113506321939269791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=113506321939269791' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/113506321939269791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/113506321939269791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/12/dormant-but-now-awake.html' title='Dormant but now awake!!!'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-113039240947866639</id><published>2005-10-27T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T13:53:29.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak to All</title><content type='html'>Sesungguhnya aku akan melangkah kaki ke alam percutian yg panjang untuk menyambut lebaran tahun ini bersama keluarga tercinta. Yesh!! Yesh!! Tak sabau nak tunggu hari Jumaat. Dah berkobar2 nie nak buat kuih, kemas umah, pasang langsir. hehe... Terasa bulan Ramadhan makin hari makin cepat berlalu. Sungguh tidak terasa puasa tahun ini. Mungkin agaknya dah lama practise ah. Sejak dari dlm peyut. hehe... Terasa hiba juga nak meninggalkan bulan yg hanya datang setahun sekali ini. Tetapi, tuhan dah kasi makan, makan lah. Lantak. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Dari Sri, Hairie &amp; Danisha mengucapkan Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; batin kepada semua umat Islam terutama sahabat handai. I'll be back!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-113039240947866639?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/113039240947866639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=113039240947866639' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/113039240947866639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/113039240947866639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/10/eid-mubarak-to-all.html' title='Eid Mubarak to All'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-113012698368887350</id><published>2005-10-24T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T12:09:43.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angin senggugut dah datang...</title><content type='html'>Haiz.. raya makin dekat. Dunno Y tahun nie mcm cepat aje dah nak raya. Mcm cepat gitu dah nak abis posa. Bila dengar lagu raya aje, mcm naik bulu roma. Angin senggugut pun datang. Ape tidak nye, umah lum abis kemas, kuih satu pun lum buat. Kuih yg order semua lum sampai. Alahai... apelah nak jadi tahun nie eh. Semua rushing. Baju cuma dapat 1 aje. Danisha's baju kurung lum ada. Masyallah... Dis few days my family tido umah my MIL. hehe... bez tau tido sana. Jadi queen. haha... Danisha fully taken care by my MIL. Lagi si kecik tue asyik nak ngan nenek aje. Jadi mak dia maharajalela lah. Abis yg bez lagi satu, my MIL dah buat kuih raya. So I, hubby &amp; Danisha sental ah kuih raya tue semua. haha... Mak already allocated a few kuih for us to bring back. But we told mak, "Mak, kita makan mak punya kuih dulu eh, nanti yg kita punya kita makan balik umah." haha... Pandai kepala hotak kita. Org dah kasi betis, nak peha. My MIL never miss to make her kuih makmur. mmmm... sedap seh... Teringat sampai skarang. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last wkend is a shopping spree like nobody business. Me &amp;amp; hubby shop for new HP &amp; after that go shopping for my makeups. Then tag my family pi Geylang. Haiz, pening kepala noh... Cukup ramai, mcm ulat taik. Met lots of old frends. In Geylang is where all unite, so kalau nak jumpa kawan2 lama, pegi lah sana hari2. At least jumpa 1 dlm sehari. hehe.. Itu kalau yg tak de keje ah. Came back abt 1+, eat sahur &amp;amp; terus doze off. Yesterday is spring cleaning day. Haiz... aku kemas sini, Danisha kasi serak sana. In the end, my whole living room is filled up wif her toys. Iysh budak tue, mcm nak kena cekik ngan aku. Sabau aje lah ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sehari dua nie asyik teringat nak makan durian aje lah. Mengidam lah. Tapi takut nak makan. Maklum lah panas. Lagi bulan posa nie. Dehydration. Haiz.. tak pe lah.. nanti lepas raya aje pi beli. Tak sabau nak tunggu sampai Fri eh. Mcm nak pi long holiday gitu. Me will be spending a few days in JB. Mesti banyak main mercun &amp; bunga api. For Danisha, bunga api is ok, sebab dah lama training. Tapi bila start KABOOM!!! mercun aje, dia start tutup telinga &amp;amp; lari masuk dalam. haha... Tapi for me, raya kat JB lagi shiok. Kecoh gila. Kalau nak bagi zakat, semua budak2 akan Q. Can U imagine, it'll be a long Q. Abt 40+ budak2. Entah2 skarang dah jadi 50 kot. Haiz... bengkrap jugak eh. Tapi setahun skali ok lah jugak eh. Dis yr, anak aku mesti beratur punya. Maklum, dia kan ikut aje orang. Lagi kalau dapat duit. Kalau leh, mak dia pun nak beraturkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our normal practise for hari raya is all of us will gather @ one of my auntie's house. Lepak2 kat sana. Then book a movie @ nite. Normally me will go wif hubby &amp; 2 of my gerl cusin. The guys range from 20~27 will have their own agenda. Another group of guys 12~16 will have their own program. hehe... But most of us norm will go &amp;amp; watch movie. It's a must U know. Norm @ JB, for every raya sure have citer melayu baru kuar. So citer tue lah yg kita tengok. After movie, pi supper lagi. Maklum 1 bulan posa, hehe.. Enjoy beb.. enjoy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-113012698368887350?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/113012698368887350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=113012698368887350' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/113012698368887350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/113012698368887350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/10/angin-senggugut-dah-datang.html' title='Angin senggugut dah datang...'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112986511292509824</id><published>2005-10-21T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T11:25:12.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new monitress : Danisha</title><content type='html'>We are enrolling Danisha to a playgroup @ my mum's void deck. As it is so accessible &amp; the timing is very convenient, we decided to enrol her in Jan. We found out that she's too lonely @ home. Keep on quarrelling wif my 'buyut'(great grandma). We send her for trial classes for twice already. For the first time, hubby was accompanying her in the class for abt 30 mins. After that he goes off. On the 2nd day, no more company. Very brave of her.&lt;br /&gt;Before going to school, we asked her, what she wants to bring along to school. She said "bag, pampers, milk, bob-bob (which is baby bop from barney). Then she laughed.&lt;br /&gt;For the first class, everyone was playing the blocks. She joined the group too. But later a boy snatched one of her block. She went to my hubby to report. Then my hubby said, everything must share. Then she's ok.&lt;br /&gt;Later, the teacher asked them to sit on the floor &amp;amp; the teacher recite stories for them. This little gerl (being the smallest in the class), drag a chair &amp; sit beside hubby while listening to the teacher. Everyone else is sitting on the floor &amp;amp; she sit on the chair???Never follow instructions. haha..&lt;br /&gt;After that they all queue up &amp; hold on to each other's waist. They played "choo-choo" train. It was Danisha's favourite,(hubby peeps) but she is sitting on the chair looking @ them. When the teacher hold her hand to ask her to join, she said out loud "NO!". Wow, besau kepala. Baru join, dah mengada2. haha..&lt;br /&gt;At 1 point of time, ask hubby "milk". Hubby said "Milk is @ home."&lt;br /&gt;There was once she told a gerl "jie-jie (sister in chinese), jump." Then the jie-jie starts jumping. Then the teacher asked everyone to sit on the floor, she told one gerl "jie-jie, sit!". Then the jie-jie sit. haha.. tak padan, kecik2 cili padi. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;It seems that she's the head of the class. Coz she oni supervise her classmates. That's my gerl. But after the 2nd class, she's better &amp;amp; listens to instructions.&lt;br /&gt;Her favourite phrase for now when we ask her to do something is "Wait eh..." But when she call me then I said "Wait eh...", I got scolding from her. She shouted "Emi, come!!!" wah!!!&lt;br /&gt;When I asked her to keep her toys, she'll say "Emi, keep toys". Ait, aku yg kena. Kecik2 dah pandai perintah aku. But I dont bother, she aso dont bother &amp; walk away. @ last aku yg kemas,coz tak tahan tengok berserak. haiz, nanti, dah besau sikit aku paksa dia kemas. Tak nak kemas, aku bantai. haha.. Like real. But it's real U know. Smile..&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my parents fetched me from work. In the car, Danisha is so excited. She kept on saying "yeh yeh, take emi." But then later thru'out the journey, she cried &amp;amp; say pain. We asked her where's the pain, but she juz cried bitterly. My dad tought she got tummy ache. So reached home, changed her diapers &amp; decided to rub some oil on her stomach. But Ibu found out that there's a small bottle cap in her diapers. We showed Danisha &amp;amp; she laughed. haha... No wonder she cried. Cian anak mami.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112986511292509824?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112986511292509824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112986511292509824' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112986511292509824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112986511292509824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-monitress-danisha.html' title='The new monitress : Danisha'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112925431747225313</id><published>2005-10-14T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T09:45:56.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These days...</title><content type='html'>I was having a terrible gastric pain on Monday morning. But due to overflooding of workload, meetings, discussions I suffered the whole day till 6pm. Right after work, go straight to the doctor. The doctor scolded me, "Which is more important? Your health or your work? Next time come earlier." Ok lor... Then he gave me 2 days MC. Apelagi... member enjoy katak lar...The whole Tuesday lepak @ ibu's house &amp; makan tido. (maklum, mc.. jadi tak posa lah.) Then kena test makanan ler. Fedup aku. "Ah, kaklong, meh sini test garam gula cukup tak?" Haiz... dah lah aku nie tak tau rasa, bedal aje lah... Kalau rasa satu periuk tak pe, nie rasa 1 sudu pun tak sampai. hehe... My doc asked me to know wats my condition. I said Feeling better. Kalau tak better, mungkin kasi lagi 1 hari MC kot. haha..Pas tue alik, kena tendang keje. Baru tau!!! ish ish ish..&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday is my first day of work. Har kau, alik keje berlambak. Tak cukup tangan nak buat. Nasib baik my partner ada tolong sikit2. Sebab member nak pi long holiday to India. Haiz... bila lah aku nyer turn. Dah panas dok pat Spore nie. My partner nie, she's a chinese, but suka sangat makan makanan india. Hari2 mesti beli tosei or puri. She always watch indian movies, Vasantham central, suria, tapi tak suka tengok channel cina. hehe. Most of the indian actor &amp;amp; actresses she knew well. Till she said nanti in her next life, she'll marry an Indian man. Masyaallah... ada juga orang mcm gini. So that's Y she wants to go India. She wants to eat tosei &amp; chapatti everyday. Gasak kau lah nak...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw, today is FRIDAY. Moi oni work for 3 days this wk. Kalau lah aku keje mcm nie tiap2 minggu kan baguih. rilek sikit hidup. haha...dream on.Tapi insyaallah. Cita2 itu akan menjadi kenyataan. Tonite, there's no agenda. Ibu bringing Danisha to JB to visit my lil cusin,4 yrs who was standing on a chair. Suddenly he fall &amp;amp; his neck hit the chairs metal rod. OMG, his neck broke. Cian nye...&lt;br /&gt;I still remembered when my youngest brother @ 3 yrs old. Me &amp; Ibu busy preparing dinner, ayah came back home late from work. Left my third &amp;amp; youngest brother in their room. Suddenly there's a loud thud. We quickly rushed to the room, found that my lil bro was on the floor. These 2 boys actually was on the double deck bed when he fell. OMG. We are very shocked &amp; dunno wat to do. Quickly I carry my bro &amp;amp; fled to the nearest clinic. Ibu was crying all the way &amp; have no energy to walk. Dah lembik mcm jelly. On the way, my bro's face &amp;amp; lips turn blue, he didnt move @ all. Shud be fainted. Ya Allah, it's so scary. Reached the clinic, he vomitted lots of times. But still not awake. So we jump all the queue coz it is emergency.Then doc immed asked my mum to go to the hospital. My dad came back &amp; go hospital wif them. I stayed home &amp;amp; took care of the other 2 bro. Sedih seh, aku pun nak pi hospital. But it's really dangerous. But luckily nothing happen to him. But his brain shook. Itu yg buat dia lebih pandai. hehe... kidding. Juz to share my experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112925431747225313?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112925431747225313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112925431747225313' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112925431747225313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112925431747225313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/10/these-days.html' title='These days...'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112864844473595900</id><published>2005-10-07T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T09:27:24.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Yg Suci...</title><content type='html'>1st dae of Ramadhan falls on my bdae. Or shall I say my bdae falls on 1st dae of Ramadhan. hehe...Me as usual gets excited when Ramadhan falls. But this yr double excitement. Actually Y are ppl exceptionally happy on their birthdays? It's actually the same yearly &amp; it is juz like any other days except for surprises &amp;amp; pressies. But have we tot that every birthdae, we add a number to our age. We're ageing. So as my Ibu was saying, pls c'brate her bdae 5 yrs once, so in dat case she oni increase 1 yr for dat 5 yrs. haha... Ibu always wanna stay young. To me she's always young @ heart. hehe.. On my bdae, hubby was working evening shift. He said he got lots of things to do so can't take leave on dat very dae. Wished me several times from midnite to sahur to going to work on Wed. Ibu's cooking steamboat for break fast. But I'm a bit sad when I came back home, where everyone's around except hubby. sob sob... While we sipping the peppermint hot tea, suddenly the lights went off &amp; came some dim lights from one of the room &amp;amp; everyone start singing birthday songs for me. It's actually hubby hiding in the room for quite some time. I'm cheated too @ last. He took 1/2 day from work to c'brate together. hehe.. Cayang jugak dia kat aku. Baru lah aku selera makan. hehe...There's lots of food to eat during the first day. Steamboat, noodles, my neighbours gave noodles too. My mum made roti john, ice-jelly cocktail. Plus the Mango cake. Masyallah.. mcm nak pecah perut hari tue. Betul punya lantak. hehe...But as usual, my birthday songs is all converted to Danisha's name. Coz she kept on screaming "mine! mine! mine!" haha... She even cut the cake for me. cake jadi mashed potato. Eeee...Reached our home I open the door of the room. To my surprised, it's filled with colourful balloons. Must be hubby who blew all of them. Can't be Danisha. Hubby told me that my pressie is in the balloon. "ah?? How to find them?". He said, I must flattened all the balloons(not by bursting them) &amp; find my present. emmm.. wat could it be? Another ring?? hehe... so I shook the balloons &amp;amp; found something. It was CASH. But in order to find all the CASH, I shook almost all the balloons but give up half way. hehe.. kena dera seh. @ last hubby too help me find the CASH. Thanks all for the surprise. Thanks for all that well-wish me on the very dae too. (emm... after accumulating all d cash dat I got, wat shall I buy? a handphone, a ring? oni these two items is on my mind rite now. hehe.. lets C how.)&lt;br /&gt;On d dae before my birthday, my collegues cbrate my bday too. Blowing a strawberry cake (which they know I like all the pinkies), they sang me all sorts of bday songs. All kinds of versions. hehe.. Wif one of the guys plucking on the strings of the guitar. Party time. Got a Titus watch from them, a pinkie bear (not sure whether it's for me or Danisha's. hehe), Hugo perfume, a special hand made frame of a little japanese garden with fountain &amp;amp; sushis on the table. Thanks everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112864844473595900?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112864844473595900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112864844473595900' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112864844473595900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112864844473595900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/10/hari-yg-suci.html' title='Hari Yg Suci...'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112797686284326780</id><published>2005-09-29T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T14:54:22.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Bday wish for my Darling...</title><content type='html'>Selamat hari lahir buat anakku tersayang. Sharlynn Danisha Md Hairie. Tanggal 26 Sept, genap usiamu 2 tahun. Cepatnya kamu membesar anakku. Mummy belum puas lagi menimangmu (ehm... skarang dah tak kuat nak timang). Insyaallah kamu akan menjadi anak yg solehah &amp; akan berjaya di dalam segala bidang yg diceburi.  We didn't c'brate much. Only bought a chocolate cake for her (she blowed the candles 10 times, so she's 20 yrs old.) &amp; cook some finger food &amp;amp; bubur merah for ourselves. Kita pun kena mum mcm toddler dah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the things that she likes to do now :&lt;br /&gt;-Suka sangat pakai anting2 "dangling", pakai gelang &amp; rantai.&lt;br /&gt;-Chooose her own set of shoes, hats to wear.&lt;br /&gt;-Help me to make fruit juices every weekends.&lt;br /&gt;-Help me to wash her cups after drinking (but I have to carry her to the sink).&lt;br /&gt;-Shampoo &amp;amp; soap her own body when bathing (of course I must scrub her after that)&lt;br /&gt;-Toilet trained (partially. Not fully successful yet)-Have more vocabs &amp; very talkative.&lt;br /&gt;-Can say A ~ Z (only cant say 'W')&lt;br /&gt;-Favourite letter - 'I'. Everytime ask her to spell something, she'll start wif 'I'. Evertime write something she'll write 'I'.&lt;br /&gt;-Likes to act as a cat yg 'miang'.&lt;br /&gt;-Likes to count 1-10 &amp; hide. Without anyone finding her, she still hide.&lt;br /&gt;-Likes to hide behind the bedroom door &amp;amp; wait for us to come in.&lt;br /&gt;-Another way of hiding is to sujud @ the pillow or bed. (of course ppl can see her. haiz..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a story to share :&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my parents went to GIANT in JB. Danisha was sitting in the trolley. There's one time when my dad &amp; mum go over to the other shelf to take some stuff. She kept on calling "Abu", "Ayah", but my parents asked her to wait over there. When they came back, they saw her wif a small pack of candies opened up &amp;amp; gobbled everything in her mouth. OMG!!! (She ate for free. hehe.. Bukan anak aku lah nie). Kalau skali tak pe, 2 kali the same thing happen. Betul punya kebuluran anak satu nie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112797686284326780?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112797686284326780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112797686284326780' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112797686284326780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112797686284326780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/09/belated-bday-wish-for-my-darling.html' title='Belated Bday wish for my Darling...'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112710526984679300</id><published>2005-09-19T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T12:47:49.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anak Mami</title><content type='html'>Anak Mami reaching 2 yrs old next Monday. She's now more well-behaved than when she's smaller.Understood &amp; follow most instructions(still not all). hehe... Kids as usual. My family is now fanatic of the Malaysian New artist called "Mawi". Everyday my mum will switch on the VCD &amp;amp; my daughter will start to dance like him. Wif his powerful voice, everyone in the house will also join in the rythm. Danisha will dance in the whole living room as if it's a stage. The song that she likes most is "Oh Fatimah" &amp; there she goes "mah.. mah... mah..." &amp;amp; if the lyrics she doesn't know, she'll juz open &amp; close her mouth with some sounds. Yesterday morning, me &amp;amp; hubby was very busy. Me busy cooking &amp; cleaning up the kitchen. Hubby was busy wif the laundry. So both of us ignored Danisha. She kept calling me "Mi... come". I said ok, but never &amp;amp; play wif her. she messed up the kitchen &amp; the living room. Worst when the box of cereal toppled on the floor. Haiz... orang nak cepat buat keje, dia yg kasi lambat. Then hubby got an idea, he switch on Mawi's VCD. Before Mawi could even start singing, Danisha ran to the front of the tv &amp;amp; shouted "ewi". She start dancing &amp; stick to the tv without bothering abt both of us. haha... good tactics hubby. Well done!! Later of the day, Danisha saw a $10 note. Normally she would point @ the Yusoff Ishak's face &amp;amp; said "Ayah" (which is my father). But yesterday she pointed &amp; said "ewi" (Mawi). OMG, sampai duit pun ada muka Mawi. hehe... We broke into laughter. Mawi's fann no. 1!!! @ nite, we had lantern festival &amp;amp; played bunga api. hehe... Cina + melayu. Belum raya, dah main bunga api. Danisha likes it very much. Nowadays her hobby is playing with dolls. She'll put all her dolls to sleep, including her barney, until I myself do not have space to sleep. But when she's asleep, I'll throw all the dolls from the bed. haha. Jahat eh... She's got a habit now. She'll arrange who sleep where. But normally she'll sleep wif me on the bed &amp; hubby sleep down @ the mattress. Sometimes, when she's asleep, we carry her down on the mattress. But @ nite when she awake, she'll climb up on the bed &amp;amp; all 3 will sleep together. As usual, hubby &amp;amp; me can't move. Coz she conquere 1/2 of the bed. Nanti bangun I kena sakit pinggang. Ape nak buat, nasib badan... hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112710526984679300?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112710526984679300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112710526984679300' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112710526984679300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112710526984679300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/09/anak-mami.html' title='Anak Mami'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112709840417349171</id><published>2005-09-19T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:53:24.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tahniah Tahniah!!!</title><content type='html'>Tanggal 10 September 2005, terjadilah satu peristiwa yg tragik. Tragedi Sept. Ada seorang puteri raja yg dilamar oleh seorang putera. Setelah menunggu berabad2 lamanya, akhirnya putera raja ini datang menjelma. Puteri suntik itu sungguh gumbira tak terhingga. Putera raja itu terharu kerana puteri itu menerima lamarannya. Aku juga turut berbesau hati kerana mendapat jemputan ke Istana Merak Kayangan itu. Aku adalah orang yg pertama mengunjungi istana itu. Alangkah terkejutnya aku bila melangkah masuk kedalam nya..... To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://srie143.multiply.com/"&gt;http://srie143.multiply.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112709840417349171?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112709840417349171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112709840417349171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112709840417349171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112709840417349171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/09/tahniah-tahniah.html' title='Tahniah Tahniah!!!'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112599422057528641</id><published>2005-09-04T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T16:17:30.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL-Genting trip</title><content type='html'>The trip was marvellous one. It's a short &amp; sweet holiday.@ least away from the work &amp;amp; bz Spore. KTM wif double-deck bed. (I assume it is the 2nd class). Coz I never take the one in the cabin.Coz it's still double-deck &amp; U pay like $60 more/pax. @ first I got a bit giddy when I lay down. But hubby said I must sleep @ the other side of the bed so I wont have that feeling. It's true. Me &amp;amp; Danisha slept all the way. But I was awaken a few times coz of the sound from the train. Cant wait to reach KL. Wish I were there @ 4am. haha.. But we reached @ 6:30. When we reached there, all of us are very fresh, coz slept in the train. KL-wats there except shopping. But dont really have enuf time to shop. $$ lum abis dah kena alik. hehe.. Bought some shoes, necklaces for Danisha &amp; me, lots of Danisha's outfit, flower brooches, not forgetting my korean series. Bought "Love in Havard". Never really find something for myself thou. So sad. @ Genting, it's very fun. Me &amp;amp; hubby brought sweater, but never wear them. I only wear @ nite, coz it's very cold. We had so much fun there. Bought the 2 days ticket @ RM69/pax.But it's really worth it. We use up for indoor &amp; outdoor for both days. Wanted to visit the snow world, but can't coz Danisha must be 4 yrs above. Me &amp;amp; hubby took turns for the rides. Coz one of us must take care of the lil one. @ last I made frends wif ppl from Philippines, Jeddah,M'sia. We took Transtar First Class for return. But it took abt 7 hrs to reach SG. It's too long. No doubt the coach has massager installed. It's still very tiring. Plus Danisha slept abt 4 hrs in the bus on my lap. Masyaallah. Ponat nye. Thanks Ibu &amp; ayah for fetching us from Boon Lay. The next day is juz unpacking &amp;amp; doing laundry. Haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112599422057528641?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112599422057528641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112599422057528641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112599422057528641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112599422057528641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/09/kl-genting-trip.html' title='KL-Genting trip'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112599417385961295</id><published>2005-09-02T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T16:15:57.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary Surprise !!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday is my first day of work. So of course got tonnes of things to do in the office.Not forgetting meetings that took 1/2 a day. I'm so lethargic when it comes to 3pm. My body dont feel good. Start having blocked nose &amp; sore throat. Balik holiday, sakit eh.Bagus. MC lah nampaknye. hehe..I'm super duper bz wif phone calls. Dont know Y the ppl miss me so much. Bagus lah tue.Some ppl even say I shudnt go on leave as they prefer to talk to me than to my partner. hehe..Y me??? So at abt 4, rushing for another meeting, suddenly a collegue brought a flower delivery. Emmm... who else, but my larling hubby. But now comes wif Crabtree &amp;amp; Evelyn products. Last yr I got flowers &amp; swan crystals. It was a unexpected as last nite, he said he do not have any gift for me. The KL-Genting trip is the present for our anniversary. Thanks to U hubby for the lovely flowers.I actually don't know what to buy for him. Coz his bday is juz over. Trying very hard to find him something he likes. watch?? no... got lots of it. The portable PSII?? - ehem.. too costly larling?? - U oredi have the wired one, wat else ah?? U know wat I bot at last? Miniature Thomas Train. The whole set of them.hahaha... That's the most "expensive" present that I've ever bot. But he likes it very much. This morning the trains are gone. He said he already put it in the display cabinet. Amboi, cantiknye letak kat display cabinet owang. But it's ok, cantik jugak. I tink if I buy for him the KTM itself, he'll love me a million times. haha.. Hubby juz like trains so much. Any kinds of train. When he came back from evening shift, I was already asleep. Maklumlah, aku nie tido mcm orang tak pernah tido 10 tahun. Terus tak sadar orang. Then this morning when I was abt to wash my face, there's a pearly ring on my finger. hehe.. Juz fit nicely on my fingers. Makaceh...sangat-sangat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112599417385961295?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112599417385961295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112599417385961295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112599417385961295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112599417385961295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/09/anniversary-surprise.html' title='Anniversary Surprise !!!'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112555605355273156</id><published>2005-09-01T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T11:11:02.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 tahun = isteri ~ ibu &amp; suami ~ ayah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1562/1080/1600/bearhug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1562/1080/200/bearhug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciri-ciri Suami Soleh, antaranya …&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentaati segala perintah Allah dan RasulnyaMendirikan rumahtangganya semata-mata kerana Allah s.w.t.Memberi nafkah zahir dan batin yang secukupnyaBersabar dan sentiasa memberi nasihat jika terdapat tingkahlaku isteri yang kurang menyenangkanBertolak ansur dan memaafkan keterlanjuran isteriTidak mengeji isteri di hadapan orang lain mahupun memuji wanita lain di hadapan isteriMemberi makan minum setakat yg termampu dan dari sumber yang barokah (berkat) dan halalTidak memukul isteri kecuali bertujuan untuk mendidik (pukulan yg tidak melukai)Sentiasa menjaga wibawa sebagai seorang pemimpin keluarga seperti tidak terlalu mendengar dan mengikut kemahuan isteriBertanggungjawab memberi ilmu pengetahuan terutamanya ilmu Fardu Ain kepada isteri dan anak-anak.Mendidik keluarga mengamalkan Syariat dalam kehidupan seharianSentiasa mengambil berat tentang keselamatan dan maruah keluargaTidak mengkhianati atau berlaku curang terhadap isteriMemberi kasih saying dan sanggup berkorban untuk kebahagiaan bersamaMenggauili isteri dengan baik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciri-ciri Isteri Solehah, antaranya …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mentaati perintah Allah dan mengerjakan perintah suami selagi tidak melanggar syariatBersedia menunaikan hajat suami bilamana diperlukanMenunaikan keperluan suami dengan baik, mengutamakan kehendak suami dari kehendak anak-anakSentiasa menghias diri, berwajah manis dan berwangi-wangian ketika bersama suamiBersyukur dengan apa yg disediakan oleh suami dengan kehendak-kehendak peribadi Meminta izin sebelum membuat sesuatu keperluan umpamanya ketika keluar rumah Menghormati suami, menghantar pemergiannya dan menyambut kepulangannya dengan senyuman dan kegembiraan· Sentiasa mendoakan kesejahteraan dan keselamatan suamiMemuliakan ibubapa dan keluarga suamiMenghargai pemberian dan kemampuan suami walaupun kecilMemahami perkara-perkara yg dibenci oleh suamiSentaisa mendorong peningkatan suami dalam perjuangan atau tugas-tugasnyaMelayan suami meskipun dalam hal-hal yg kecil atau remeh seperti megerat kuku, memoting misai atau janggut, menyediakan berus gigi, pakaian dan sebagainya untuk suamiMenjaga harta suami dan maruah suami dengan sebaik-baiknyaTidak mengkhianati dan berlaku curang terhadap suami ketika ketiadaannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May our marriage last foreva … amiin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, kini usia perkahwinan kami sudahpun menjangkau 3 tahun. Banyak pahit manis dilalui bersama sebagai pasangan suami isteri. Perkahwinan bagaikan 'ferris wheel'(ehm mentang2 baru pi Genting), kadang di atas kadang di bawah. It's parts &amp; parcel of marriage life. Tetapi alhamdulillah, kita dapat atasi masalah2 &amp;amp; pertelingkahan yg berlaku. Terima kasih tak terhingga buat hubby ku tercayang, terbuchuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teringat zaman dahulu kala semasa hendak diijabkabulkan.Semasa tok kadi bertanya samada betul aku hendah bernikah dgn si dia. Banyak soalan yg terlintas difikiranku seketika. "Adakah orang ini yg akan ku nikahi?", "Bolehkah aku bersama dgnnya hingga ke akhir hayat?", "Bolehkah dia menjaga &amp; mendidik aku dgn sempurna?", "Adakah aku sedang bermimpi?", "Tidak kah aku tersalah pilih?" Masyaallah... banyak nye soalan. Dgn menggeletar, aku menjawab "Ya".Itulah saat yg paling manis bagiku. Saat yg datang hanya sekali. Saat itu, darjat aku terus bertukar menjadi seorang isteri. Tetapi Alhamdulillah. Rumahtangga kami bahagia &amp;amp; kekal hingga ke hari ini. Ku berdoa ia akan terus harum segar bagaikan bunga mawar. Hubby... Thank U very much for all the things that U've done for me all these while(from zaman bercinta-cintan till now). 5 bulan selepas berumahtangga, aku disahkan hamil. Alangkah seronoknya rasa nak menjadi seorang ibu &amp; ayah. Dikala itu, aku ditatang bagai minyak yg penuh. hehe... Itulah masanya hendak bermanja &amp;amp; ambil peluang rileks. Smile. Hubby sangat memberi sokongan moral semasa mengandung hingga ke saat2 melahirkan. Dikurniakan seorang Anak Mami -Sharlynn Danisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, kau lindungi lah mahligai yg kami bina ini dari segala kejahatan dan fitnah. Kurniakan lah kami anak2 yg soleh &amp; solehah. Semoga kami mendapat hidayat &amp;amp; petunjuk darimu, Ya Allah. Moga kita dapat melangkah ke Syurga bersama2. Insyaallah. Amin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary Darling !!! I'll always lap U!!!Thanks for the wonderful short &amp;amp; sweet trip.&lt;br /&gt;This blog newskin is especially for U...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112555605355273156?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112555605355273156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112555605355273156' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112555605355273156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112555605355273156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/09/3-tahun-isteri-ibu-suami-ayah.html' title='3 tahun = isteri ~ ibu &amp; suami ~ ayah'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112501826379928151</id><published>2005-08-26T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T09:04:23.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting here we go!!!</title><content type='html'>I'll be going for a short holiday this wkend. It's been a long time since I step to genting. From tonite till next Wed.Taking KTM to KL. This is the first time taking train. So mcm excited gitu.Jakun eh aku, but I know it'll be a long journey. Not sure whether I can sleep on d bed or not. Hopefully once I lay my head, I doze off till next morning. Haiz... tapi mcm tak boleh gitu. It's ok, try this once. I told hubby that I must sleep first before he sleep. Maklumlah pengecut. Hubby said, he'll wait max 4am, kalau I tak tido, dia tido. Haiz... mampos aku... Must really sleep before that. May d force b wif me.. hehe... Danisha is all excited to take the train. We'll be staying @ KL for 2 days before going up to genting for . See how it goes. FYI, this is the 1st time only the 3 of us go for holidays together. No atok-nenek involved. hehe... Previously a bit reluctant to go coz Danisha is still small. But now she's big enuf to understand. Hope everything turns out well...Insyaallah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112501826379928151?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112501826379928151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112501826379928151' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112501826379928151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112501826379928151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/08/genting-here-we-go.html' title='Genting here we go!!!'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112494925206637753</id><published>2005-08-25T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T13:54:12.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Birthday Surprise !!!</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday(2308), I bohong sunnat to hubby. I told him that I'll be attending a course. So member believe me. But since Subuh rite up to 12 midnite, aku bertungkus lumus kat umah. Actually I didnt attend any course, but juz staying @ hm to do surprise party for him. Luckily there's Ibu's, Mak's &amp; Bibik's help. Cooked black pepper steak, whipped potato, coleslaw, mushroom soup, ice-jelly cocktail, pisang goreng (for tea-break). Mak cooked ayam something. If not mistaken it is called fest ayam. hehe.. not sure lah. But it looks like lauk korma. Mum wif bread. (I also got hold of the pic). Then I also cooked 1 BIG pot of Chicken curry for hubby to feast wif his frend the next morning. We hanged balloons, &amp;amp; some bday banners. We only talked via sms as I'm on "course". Smile... @ abt 4+, I gave him a call to spotcheck where is he now. But couldn't get him. "Oh no, did he go &amp; fetch me @ the course centre?" Coz he ever mentioned that. But I already told him I'm going back wif a frend. Panicked a little while. Mak said "Entah2 dia yg mainkan kita balik.Baru padan muka kita". haha..@ abt 4:30, heard the key sound @ the door. We hide behind d door. The moment he open the door, we shouted "Happy Birthday". He's puzzled, how come there's ppl in the house. haha...He said "Ooooohhhhh, ini dia course U???" hehe.. sorry ah.. bohong sunnat ah...But on that day, there's rules @ regulations. 1st RULE : He can't peep or go into the kitchen to see watz cooking.2nd RULE : Everything that he wants (drink or food), must inform me &amp;amp; I'll serve him. (haha.. mcm            raja2.3rd RULE : After Magrib, he must stay in 1 room, until called out. He said"Stress ah... Bday pun kena restricted". hehe.. PUNISHMENT for U!!!Abt 8pm, we started the ceremony. We light up the "bunga api". Each holding 2 sticks (Mcm raya dah...)Off all the lights. We called him out of the room. He was surprised &amp; smiled all d way. After that comes the favourite mango cake from secret recipe. Specially customised by me. Put chocolate balls &amp;amp; ultraman on the cake. haha... There's 6 punishment that he needs to do but havent do till now. Coz no time.Will be published once it's done. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112494925206637753?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112494925206637753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112494925206637753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112494925206637753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112494925206637753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/08/2nd-birthday-surprise.html' title='2nd Birthday Surprise !!!'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112494777458246980</id><published>2005-08-25T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T13:29:34.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Bday Surprise !!!</title><content type='html'>Pada hari sabtu yg lalu, aku telah merancang satu surprise buat hubbykus tercayang.Hubby got 4 good frends &amp; it's been a while since we get together. The last time I tink is on Hari Raya. So meeting his dear frends will be a present for hubby oredi. But 1 couple cant make it, too bad...  So we settled @ Komalas @ CT Hall.&lt;br /&gt;Me       : Can we eat dinner @ Komalas?Hubby    : We went CT Hall so many times oredi this mth to watch firework.Me       : But I want to eat komalas &amp; go Robinson to buy my make-up.Hubby    : U want to go Robinson Orchard? Over there got more things.(ermm... wat other excuse??? Help!!!)Me       : But Orchard will b very crowded. I no wan.Hubby    : ok lah, then we settled @ CT Hall.(Yesh!! Yesh!!)&lt;br /&gt;But @ abt 1pm, I'm still @ hm. One of the frend called &amp; said change Venue @ Pizza hut Ctrpt.OMG... how am I goin to change the venue. &amp;amp; wat reason???!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me       : Hubby, I juz realized dat I got some TAKA voucher. Mayb I'll find my make-up there           so that we dont need to fork out $.Hubby    : But I tot U said crowded?Me       : Ermm... (Oh gosh) It's ok lah. Since we do not need to use our $$ for this.            (Sama aje reason dia. Otak dah jamm)Hubby    : Ok lah. Anything. (Mayb in his heart, Tadi aku ajak pi Orchard, tak nak. Skarang nak            pulak. Heeezzz gatei betui.)(haha... Managed to convinced Hubby. Nasib baik dia ok.Jgn tukar plan lagi sua. Kalau tak, mampos aku.)&lt;br /&gt;After 3 hrs walking ard Orchard...Me       : Do U tink we shud go to Pizza hut so dat Danisha can eat the mushroom soup. Since she do            not wanna eat other things for lunch.Hubby    : Ok, we can go d one @ Wisma.Me       : Ah Wisma?? (die ah). But dat one very small. Ah.. I know can we go to Pizza Hut Ctrpt?           Over there aso got Robinson. I wanna find something there. Hubby    : Ok lah..(But in d end didn't even go Robinson. Only go to mothercare.haha...Then @ 7:30 went to Pizza Hut. Met Jabztin @ the entrance.)&lt;br /&gt;Hubby to Jabztin   : Eh, how come U all R aso here? Only both of U? Jabztin            : Ah ah lah. Y cant come here? Go Orchard window shopping lah.Hubby to Me        : Eh, U ok ker dinner wif my frends? Or if U don feel comfy, we go somewhere                      else.Me to Hubby        : No lah, I'm ok wif it. Futhermore we saw them oredi. Not so nice if we wer to                      go somewhere else. (Me &amp; Tin winked &amp;amp; each other)Jabztin            : Eh, U all join us for dinner eh?Us                 : Ok, but Y got 2 extra seats?Jabztin            : Oh ya, coz I'm actually waiting for another couple.Hubby to Jabztin   : Ah??? Is it ok if we join U all? Later ur frend wont feel @ ease.Jabztin            : My frend confirm ok. Very happy go lucky ones. But always bubble (arrive late).(Later Ayonizan came...)Hubby              : If these 2 frends U're toking abt.. I know them very well. (All of us laugh @ him. LOL.)We had a nice chat &amp; laugh all d way. Plus they bought him a swensen's mango cake. Yummy...Thanks guys for making it happen &amp;amp; being so supportive.(Wanna award all 4 of U best actor &amp; actresses. hehe..) I juz want him to be happy. It was very unpredictable &amp;amp; last min planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Pics to be upload later ah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112494777458246980?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112494777458246980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112494777458246980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112494777458246980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112494777458246980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/08/1st-bday-surprise.html' title='1st Bday Surprise !!!'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112417180783743209</id><published>2005-08-16T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T13:56:47.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Fast Wkend!!</title><content type='html'>Sat - A visit to my neighbour's mother in ICU. Having heart problem, going for an ops on Tuesday.Went into the room, saw the granny surrounded by tubes. Wah, real pity. But she can still smile @ us &amp; talk to us once in a while. She've got very strong will outside, but inside is oredi very little hope. When departing wif her, I cried. Gave her semangat wif my magic words. It reminds me of my JB Granny who passed away when she's 67. Very young though, but she got all the sickness. From kidney to heart to high blood, to 'sweet urine'. Everything she has. I spent my time to take care of her when she's in hospital in JB. If it is school holidays, I'll take care of her day &amp;amp; nite over there. If not, I'll stay from Fri-Sun nite. It's fun though, can wash eyes see the hensem doctors. hehe...As per normal, @ hospitals, we can't sleep very well. Furthermore sleep on the chair wif head resting on granny's bed. I'll wake up every hour &amp; juz wish that the nite can pass thru faster (actually I'm a very coward person. So for me staying @ hospital is an eeerie thing to do.) Everytime it's 5 am, I'll be happy as it will be bright soon. Sometimes even go down to the canteen @ 6+ to find b'fast for granny. But the stalls are not open yet. Like to buy for her Nasi lemak &amp;amp; kueh2. After b'fast, one makcik will walk around the hospital selling newspapers &amp; magazines. Like to buy those &amp;amp; read it to my granny. She'll love the artist &amp; gossip section. hehe. Amazing. She knows everything abt M'sia artist. haha... There's lots of things to talk abt this granny of mine. To me she's so special. Although last time I used to hate her coz she like to nag @ me. But when I tink back, what she meant well. Nobody will say those words to me except her &amp;amp; my mom. She gave me encouraging words, critisize me when I do something wrong. But those are the things that remind me of her till now. She's very pious, fierce, friendly, generous &amp; a straight fwd person. Mind U, she's very hygenic. Once we're going to KL, stop by along the way. Before ordering her food, she'll peep thru the kitchen of that stall.She saw the man has got long hair &amp;amp; smoking. She came back to us &amp; said she's oredi full. No need to eat. But all of us knew the actual reason.&lt;br /&gt;Sun - Went "wok-wok" wif hubby to Suntec. Without any intention to buy anything. Juz looking thru the latest handphones prices. Ends up spent @ Carrefour buying DVD player &amp;amp; hi-fi. hehe...Thanks hubby for ur generousity. Gelojoh pulak tue. Nak beli dua2. My reason to hubby for buying DVD player is "oh, the room DVD is almost spoilt. Sometimes can use, sometimes can't. So I want a DVD Player so that I can watch DVD again in the room when U on evening shift". haha.. &amp;amp; reason for hi-fi is I would like to put hi-fi in the master bedroom coz I would like to listen to classical music before I go to sleep. hehe... So now I've both. I dont need to sit in the living rm to do all these. Maceh2. Semoga Allah mencurah rezeki yg melimpah ruah buat insan yg suka menderma. Derma lah lebih2 ye. *ahacks* Erm... wats next in my wish list eh... Let me see... Wow, such a long list ah. Handphone, Coffee table, Lamp shade, new tv rack, carpet. Oei!!! Mcm besok nak raya plak. hehe.. Forget abt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112417180783743209?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112417180783743209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112417180783743209' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112417180783743209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112417180783743209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/08/super-fast-wkend.html' title='Super Fast Wkend!!'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112382503804849060</id><published>2005-08-12T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T14:40:30.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New !!!</title><content type='html'>Hi guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to browse thru below website. It's my newbie.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, not much entries yet. Still a virgin. Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://danisha.blogdrive.com"&gt;http://danisha.blogdrive.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112382503804849060?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112382503804849060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112382503804849060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112382503804849060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112382503804849060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/08/new.html' title='New !!!'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112373252129275297</id><published>2005-08-11T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T11:55:21.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke.. Laugh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Three Jokes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time Santa Singh and Banta Singh were walking towards each other on a country road. Santa Singh was carrying a burlap bag over his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;"Oye Sante" Banta drawled, "what's in the bag?"&lt;br /&gt;"Chickens," was the reply.&lt;br /&gt;Banta: "If I guess how many, can I have one?"&lt;br /&gt;Santa: "You can have both of them."&lt;br /&gt;Banta: "OK,let's see, Five?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Examination&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar Gurbachan Singh is appearing for his University final examination. He takes his seat in the examination hall, stares at the question paper for five minutes, and then in a fit of inspiration takes his shoes off and throws them out of the window. He then removes his turban and throws it away as well. His shirt, pant, socks and watch follow suit. &lt;br /&gt;The invigilator, alarmed, approaches him and asks what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;"Oye, I am only following the instructions yaar," he says, " it says here, 'Answer the following questions in brief'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food of Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple honeymoon on a working farm. On the first morning, the farmer takes them breakfast in bed. "No, thank you" comes a voice from the room. "We're living on the food of love."&lt;br /&gt;Lunchtime arrives and the farmer again goes to their room. "We don't need lunch," says a voice again. "We're living on the food of love."&lt;br /&gt;The farmer takes the evening meal to the newly-weds' bedroom. Again, from inside, a voice calls out "No, thanks, we're living on the food of love."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, alright," replies the farmer. "But could you stop throwing the skins out of the window? They're choking the chickens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Three Generals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three generals from US, Russia and India were travelling on a ship. Each bragged about how brave their soldiers were. The US general called one of his soldiers and told him to jump in the cold water of the ocean, swim around the ship twice and come back. The soldier without missing a beat jumped into the water, swam and came back. The US general turned towards the others and said,"See his guts!" &lt;br /&gt;The Russian general immediately ordered one of his soldiers to jump into the freezing water, swim 5 times around the ship, catch a shark and come back. Without missing a beat the soldier did that. Russian general looked at the other two in triumph and said," See his guts!"&lt;br /&gt;The Indian general had to do something. He ordered one of his soldiers and told him to jump into the cold water, swim around the ship ten times, catch a shark, dive to the bottom of the sea, find some hidden treasures and then come back. Without missing a beat the soldier said,"&lt;br /&gt;What the f*** do you think I am? There is no way I am going in that freezing water. If you want a shark, go jump yourself!" &lt;br /&gt;The general smiled at the other generals and said,"See his guts! Can any of your soldiers say such things to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naughty Nuns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Friday, and four nuns went to the priest at the local Catholic Church to ask for the weekend off. They argued back and forth for a few minutes. &lt;br /&gt;Finally the priest agrees to let them leave the convent for the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;"However," said the priest, "as soon as you get back Monday morning I want you to confess to me what you did over the weekend." &lt;br /&gt;The four nuns agree and run off.&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning comes, and the four nuns return. &lt;br /&gt;The first nun goes to the priest and says, "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned." &lt;br /&gt;The priest asks, "What did you do sister?" &lt;br /&gt;She replies, "I watched an R-rated movie." &lt;br /&gt;The priest looks up at heaven for a few seconds, then replies, "You are forgiven. Go drink the holy water." &lt;br /&gt;The first nun leaves, and the fourth nun begins to chuckle quietly under her breath. &lt;br /&gt;The second nun then goes up to the priest and says, "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." &lt;br /&gt;The priest replies, "Okay, what happened?" &lt;br /&gt;She says, "I was driving my brother's car down the street in front of his house, and I hit the dog and killed it." &lt;br /&gt;The priest looks up at heaven for half a minute then says, "You are forgiven. Go and drink the holy water." &lt;br /&gt;The second nun goes out. By this time, the fourth nun is laughing quite audibly.&lt;br /&gt;The third nun walks to the priest and says, "Forgive me, Father, I have sinned." &lt;br /&gt;The priest says, "Ok. Out with it. What did you do?" She says, "Last night, I ran naked up and down Main Street." &lt;br /&gt;The priest looks up at heaven for a full five minutes before responding, "God forgives you. Go and drink the holy water." She leaves.&lt;br /&gt;The fourth nun falls on the floor, laughing so hard tears run down her cheeks. &lt;br /&gt;The priest asks her, "Ok, what did you do this weekend that was so darn funny?" The fourth nun replies, "I peed in the holy water..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Operating Hours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time does the library open?" the man on the phone asked. &lt;br /&gt;"Nine A.M." came the reply, "And what's the idea of calling me at home in the middle of the night to ask a question like that?" &lt;br /&gt;"Not until nine A.M.?" the man asked in a disappointed voice.&lt;br /&gt;"No, not till nine A.M.!" the librarian replied. "Why do you want to get in before nine A.M.?"&lt;br /&gt;"Who said I wanted to get in?" the man sighed sadly. "I want to get out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanuts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy goes to visit his grandmother and he brings his friend with him.&lt;br /&gt;While he's talking to his grandmother, his friend starts eating the peanuts on the coffee table, and finishes them off.&lt;br /&gt;As they're leaving, his friend says to his grandmother, " thanks for the peanuts."&lt;br /&gt;She says, " Yeah, since i lost my dentures, I can only suck the chocolates off them."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112373252129275297?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112373252129275297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112373252129275297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112373252129275297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112373252129275297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/08/joke-laugh.html' title='Joke.. Laugh!!!'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112373180958891255</id><published>2005-08-10T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T11:43:29.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Singapore!!</title><content type='html'>This yr I really c'brated Singapore Birthday. On Mon nite, after Isyak prayers, my &amp; family went to esplanade to watch the firework. Hubby equipped wif his V-cam &amp; Camera. Place our picnic mat, sat down directly in front of the stage where there's performances by Enigma etc. I only know Enigma.&lt;br /&gt;Hosted by Shaik Haikel &amp; ... Hubby, Danisha &amp; me shake our body &amp; follow the tempo. Like Spore workout like dat. haha... Waited patiently till 12 for the countdown &amp; fireworks. Luckily there's loud music surround us. If not everyone confirm fall asleep. Danisha slept although the music is very loud &amp; deafening. She slept @ 11. Guess it's her bedtime. We even brought 'Ruffles' &lt;br /&gt;potato chips, duku. Really like camping or picnic I shud say. When the clock struck 12, there goes the firework. But hampeh, can't really see the firework as it's blocked by trees. &amp; it's very far &amp; low. They fired @ Marina south. Danisha who juz woke up from the sleep like it so much. Another Glittering Nite for us. But not worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On National Day itself, went to Marina South. Me &amp; mum was so tired coz went back abt 2am yesterday. But we drag our feet juz to see our dear bro @ the Carnival. He's serving NS &amp; was supposed to help out in one of the exihibition. Omigod, it's so hot &amp; warm. We drank gallons of water. We played some of the stuff. I tried playing some shooting games. Shooting the opponent using a real SAR 21. It's damn heavy. It's abt 5kg+. I juz aim &amp; shoot, but not sure what I'm shooting as it's heavy. After 5 hrs goin up &amp; down all the military vehicles, we went to esplanade again to watch firework. Wow!! This yr we saw the firework thrice. Itu gelojoh... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Reached hm @ 10pm. All ready to sleep. Haiz... tomoro still need to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112373180958891255?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112373180958891255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112373180958891255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112373180958891255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112373180958891255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-singapore.html' title='Happy Birthday Singapore!!'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112349078345846068</id><published>2005-08-08T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T16:46:23.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Monday!!!</title><content type='html'>hehe... Believe it or not, I'm on holiday today. My bosses r not ard. So it's party time!! Since morning, I only did 2 simple task. hehe..Holiday seh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sat, we went to JB to my aunt's place. Coincidentally it was Akademi Fantasia 3(AF2) final. (something like Anugerah. But of course double power than Anugerah)&lt;br /&gt;OMG, their voices are fantastic. Pounderfulll!!! It was only showed in Astro (M'sia).&lt;br /&gt;So @ the house, there's is divided into 2 grps. One support one guy name 'Mawi'. Another support 'Felix'. One of my auntie really fanatic fan for Mawi. So when the host announced that there'll be a drastic change in the result, she oredi cried. So emo. We all laughed @ her. Imagine, there's abt 8 families &amp; each family consist of at least 4 team members. Campur dgn budak2 kecik terpekik2, gamat sungguh rumah tue smalam. Mcm nak roboh. hehe.. Every Sat, in JB,if U notice, shopping centre will be empty, most of the restaurant or kedai makan mesti ada tv or big screen to show AF3.&lt;br /&gt;Masyaallah... Masjid pun mungkin empty. Nasib baik Pak imam tak lupa datang utk azan isyak. hehe. Mawi won the competition. He deserve it. He maintain his voice all the way from the beginning of the competition. BEST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Spore @ 1am. Zzzzzzzzzzzz.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sat, I spent 1 day quality time wif Danisha. Played lots of games wif her &amp; of course when she sleep, I watch my new brand korean series "Fullhouse". Only 2nd disk, U know. We have 2 more korean series &amp; 1 japanese series on the list. Waiting to be watched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting my chocolate trip to the chocolate factory. Yes, me, hubby &amp; Akim saw the movie on Fri nite. The graphics was superb. The colours contrast. But it is not up to my expectations. I always imagine what actually happens it's in the choc factory. It was a story to read &gt; 10 times for my literature exams in Sec 2. (eeee... how I hated that subject). The best part of the story is the lift. I really like the lift. Not sure whether it can be implemented in this real world. mayb there'll be more haywire than transporting ppl. heeeeez... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonite... Yes.. tonite... Going to watch firework @ Marina @ 12midnite. Anyone??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112349078345846068?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112349078345846068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112349078345846068' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112349078345846068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112349078345846068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/08/holiday-monday.html' title='Holiday Monday!!!'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112312803972997349</id><published>2005-08-04T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T12:00:39.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@@@@   Rumah Allah    @@@@</title><content type='html'>Aku telah terbaca blog seorang wanita yg baru mengerjekan umrah. Tiba2 hatiku&lt;br /&gt;sayup... Aku sangat merindui tanah suci itu. Saat2 manis yg tidak dapat ku lupakan.&lt;br /&gt;Ianya tidak dapat digambarkan melalui perkataan. Mengimbas sejarah silam ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat itu aku berumur 18 tahun. Kami sekeluarga pergi menunaikan Umrah. Aku cukup &lt;br /&gt;ghairah utk melihat ka'bah. Slalunya hanya melihat dari kaca TV sahaja. Aku selalu &lt;br /&gt;bayangkan yang Masjidil Haram itu sangat luas tempatnya. Ka'bah itu kecil sahaja &lt;br /&gt;kotaknya. Tetapi apa yg ku sangka adalah salah belaka. Apabila hendak menjejak kaki &lt;br /&gt;ke dlm masjid, hatiku melonjak2, tak sabar rasanya hendak melihat ka'bah. Ketika itu, aku seperti dlm khayalan. Setibanya di dlm, aku ternampak kotak hitam, masyaallah.. hatiku berhenti berdetik. Aku seperti bermimpi. Tidak!!! Ini bukan satu cobaan. Ini betul2.Di saat itu, tiada apa yg di dlm fikiranku. Aku tergamam seketika. Perasaanya seperti mahu berlari &amp; memeluk ka'bah itu, tapi apakan daya. Ka'bah itu besar juga, tetapi tempat untuk bertawaf di tgkt 1 tidaklah sebesar di kaca tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap kali kami berjemaah di masjid. Surah yg dibaca imam, sungguh ku tak faham. &lt;br /&gt;Mebaca satu surah boleh memakan masa 5min. Tetapi walaupun lama terasa sungguh &lt;br /&gt;khusyuk solat disana. Pembacaan surahnya seperti mendayu2. Selepas solat, pasti ada &lt;br /&gt;ceramah. Tetapi ceramahnya semua dlm bahasa Arab. (Dia cakap Arab dah...) Ada jemaah &lt;br /&gt;yg menitiskan air mata, tersedu2. Sayang, kami tidak faham. (Tu lah.. dolu2 mak antar pi bajar ugama tak nak bajar betui2. Kan dah rugi. Nie cuma tau dajajatun aje. hehe..) Tetapi aku ada masalah besau. Kebanyakkan kalinya ketika kita semua sudah &lt;br /&gt;bersedia utk bersolat jemaah, terkeluarlah angin dari badanku. Haiz.. itulah yg sakit hati tue. Terpaksa aku berlari ke tandas utk mengambil wuduk. Tandas nya pula di luar masjid atau di underground. Jauhnya masyaallah. (lain kali kena bawak ass plug, adik beradik ear plug. hehe..) Selalunya selepas solat, pasti ada solat jenazah. Ada sekali tue, aku terpisah dari ibu &amp; makcik ku utk solat subuh. Jadi aku &amp; sepupuku pun solat bersama. Kalau boleh nak solat depan2, nak dekat ngan imam. After solat, ada mayat jalan sebelah kita, sepupuku dgn pantas memelukku. seram jugak perasaannya. muka dia bertukar menjadi pucat. kasihan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku teringat, kami sekeluarga tawaf di malam hari. Teringin sangat semua utk mencium &lt;br /&gt;Hjr Aswad. Alhamdulillah, semua ahli keluargaku(kalau tak salah) dapat menciumnya.&lt;br /&gt;Baunya wangi. Tetapi utk menciumnya perlu berempun &amp; berasak. Maklumlah orang2 arab &lt;br /&gt;tue semuanya badan besau tinggi. Selepas aku mencium(delay lah sikit. Letak mulut kat situ lama2 sikit. hehe), aku ditolak, selepas itu, aku hampir terjatuh &amp; cermin &lt;br /&gt;mataku hampir2 jatuh ke lantai. tetapi satu tangan telah menyelamatkan ku. Ayahku...&lt;br /&gt;Dia menarik tanganku kuat supaya aku keluar dari rasakan itu. Kalau tidak, tiadalah &lt;br /&gt;aku hari ini. (haha.. drama pulak).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makcik2 ku akan kesana minggu hadapan. Semoga mereka mendapat umrah yang mabrur. Seru2 lah nama kami di sana ya...Insyaallah. Ya Allah, berikanlah kami kesihatan &amp; &lt;br /&gt;tebalkan lah iman kami, murahkan lah rezeki kami. Semoga dapat kami menjejaki kaki &lt;br /&gt;kami di rumah mu. Semoga dapat mengerjakannya bersama suami ku tersayang. Juga lebih &lt;br /&gt;afdhal jika boleh membawa semua ahli ku bersama mertuaku bersama. Berilah kami kesempatan ini. Amin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I notice :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Disana, tiap2 hari kita minum air zam zam. Rasanya enak skali. Tetapi apabila kita minum air zam zam yg dibawa pulang, rasanya mcm lain sedikit. mcm payau sedikit. Adakah ini benar ataupun sangkaanku sahaja? Adakah airnya bertukar kerana berlainan cuaca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Kita juga perasan yg banyak betul burung yg berterbangan di atas masjid itu, &lt;br /&gt;tetapi tiada satu pun tahi burung yg menginap di dlm masjid itu. (kanda mushkil ya &lt;br /&gt;Aloyah. Subhanallah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Cuaca di mekah kadang kalanya panas terik. TETAPI ketika bersolat di keliling &lt;br /&gt;ka'bah, ceramic yg dilantai itu rasa sgt sejuk &amp; dingin skali. Masyaallah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Pernah aku terbaca, Walaupun setinggi mana bangunan itu atau gunung itu, tetap &lt;br /&gt;tidak dapat melihat di dlm masjidil haram (Ka'bah). Wallahualam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Opppsss sorry.. terlengthy sikit. cuma nak share experience aje. Jgn mare hah!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112312803972997349?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112312803972997349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112312803972997349' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112312803972997349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112312803972997349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/08/rumah-allah.html' title='@@@@   Rumah Allah    @@@@'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112305855133000215</id><published>2005-08-03T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T16:42:31.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mengapa Wanita Menangis...</title><content type='html'>Suatu ketika, ada seorang budak lelaki yang bertanya pada ibunya. "Ibu, mengapa Ibu menangis?". Ibunya menjawab, "Sebab aku wanita".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku tak mengerti" kata si anak lagi. Ibunya hanya tersenyum dan memeluknya erat. "Nak, kamu memang tak akan pernah mengerti....". Kemudian anak itu bertanya pada ayahnya. "Ayah, mengapa Ibu menangis?, Ibu menangis tanpa &lt;br /&gt;sebab yang jelas". Sang ayah menjawab, "Semua wanita memang sering menangis tanpa alasan". Hanya itu jawaban yang bisa diberikan ayahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai kemudian si anak itu tumbuh menjadi remaja, ia tetap bertanya-tanya, mengapa wanita menangis. Hingga pada suatu malam, ia bermimpi dan bertanya kepada Tuhan, "Ya Allah, mengapa wanita mudah sekali menangis?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam mimpinya ia merasa seolah Tuhan menjawab, "Saat Kuciptakan wanita, Aku membuatnya menjadi sangat utama. Kuciptakan bahunya, agar mampu menahan seluruh beban dunia dan isinya, walaupun juga bahu itu harus cukup nyaman dan lembut untuk menahan kepala bayi yang sedang tertidur. Kuberikan wanita kekuatan untuk dapat melahirkan dan mengeluarkan bayi dari rahimnya, walau kerap berulangkali ia menerima cerca dari anaknya itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuberikan keperkasaan yang akan membuatnya tetap bertahan, pantang menyerah saat semua orang sudah putus asa. Kepada wanita, Kuberikan kesabaran untuk merawat keluarganya walau letih, walau sakit, walau lelah, tanpa berkeluh kesah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuberikan wanita, perasaan peka dan kasih sayang untuk mencintai semua anaknya dalam kondisi dan situasi apapun. Walau acapkali anak-anaknya itu melukai perasaan dan hatinya. Perasaan ini pula yang akan memberikan kehangatan pada bayi-bayi yang mengantuk menahan lelap. Sentuhan inilah yang akan memberikan kenyamanan saat didakap dengan lembut olehnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuberikan wanita kekuatan untuk membimbing suaminya melalui masa-masa sulit dan menjadi pelindung baginya. Sebab bukannya tulang rusuk yang melindungi setiap hati dan jantung agar tak terkoyak. Kuberikan kepadanya kebijaksanaan dan kemampuan untuk memberikan pengertian dan menyadarkan bahwa suami yang baik adalah yang tak pernah melukai isterinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau seringkali pula kebijaksanaan itu akan menguji setiap kesetiaan yang diberikan kepada suami agar tetap berdiri sejajar, saling melengkapi dan saling menyayangi. Dan akhirnya Kuberikan ia air mata agar dapat mencurahkan perasaannya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah yang khusus Kuberikan kepada wanita, agar dapat digunakan bila ia inginkan. Hanya inilah kelemahan yang dimiliki wanita, walaupun sebenarnya air mata ini adalah air mata kehidupan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112305855133000215?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112305855133000215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112305855133000215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112305855133000215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112305855133000215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/08/mengapa-wanita-menangis.html' title='Mengapa Wanita Menangis...'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112305794572699669</id><published>2005-08-03T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T16:32:25.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buat semua Temanku...</title><content type='html'>Bukannya senang nak cari kawan yang baik. &lt;br /&gt;Bukan senang juga nak menjadi kawan yang baik. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan yang baik tak pernah mengumpat di belakang kawan baiknya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan yang baik tak pernah cemburu dengan kejayaan kawan baiknya. Sebaliknya kawan yang baiklah yang paling banyak membantu kawan baiknya untuk mencapai kejayaan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan yang baik tak pernah mempengaruhi kawan baiknya untuk membuat perkara yang buruk dan sia-sia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan yang baik adalah orang yang selalu menasihati kawan baiknya untuk berbuat kebaikan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan yang baik adalah orang pertama yang akan dicari bila tiba masa sedih atau gembira. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan baik menjadi tempat kita meluahkan perasaan yang tak dapat diluahkan kepada kawan biasa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan yang baik tak pernah memaksa kawan baiknya untuk sentiasa berada di sisinya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan yan g baik tak pernah melarang kawan baiknya untuk berkawan dengan kawan yang baik. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan yang baik tak pernah cemburu jika kawan baiknya mempunyai ramai kawan baik, kerana kawan yang baik tahu apa yang paling baik untuk kawan baiknya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan yang baik akan sentiasa mendoakan kesejahteraan dan kebahagiaan kawan baiknya di dunia dan di akhirat di dalam doanya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita adalah kawan yang baik jika kita faham bahawa kawan baik kita bukanlah seorang yang sempurna. Kita adalah kawan yang baik jika kita menjadi kawan yang baik kepada kawan baik kita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita bukanlah kawan yang baik jika kita tidak menghargai kawan baik kita, kerana kawan yang baik akan sentiasa menghargai kawan baiknya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita bukanlah kawan yang baik jika kita tidak memberitahu perkara yang baik kepada kawan baik kita, kerana kawan yang baik akan selalu menyampaikan perkara yang baik kepada kawan baiknya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan yang baik akan mem'post' kan buletin ini kepada kawan-kawannya, bukan kerana terpaksa, bukan kerana suka-suka, tetapi untuk dijadikan pedoman oleh kawan-kawannya supaya dapat menjadi kawan yang baik kepada kawan baiknya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kalau kita nak dapat kawan baik yang baik, kita mesti lebih dahulu menjadi seorang kawan yang baik...kepada kawan baik kita. kita kawan kan...???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112305794572699669?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112305794572699669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112305794572699669' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112305794572699669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112305794572699669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/08/buat-semua-temanku.html' title='Buat semua Temanku...'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112295727733684896</id><published>2005-08-02T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T12:34:37.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparkling Weekend.</title><content type='html'>Slept @ PIL house since Fri till Sun. On Sat, Mak cooked Nasi lemak for B'fast, wif prawn sambal,chicken, ta hui &amp; putumayam. WOW!! We ate heartily. Dah lama tak makan home cook Nasi lemak. Hingga menjilat jari. Smile..After Dzuhur, we went to Marina Square. My BIL treating us bowling. OMG!! My bowling skills drop tremendously. For the first 3 throws, I got eggs... uwek!!! After all, hubby always lead all the bowling games. Asyik strike aje. Fedup seh. Mcm tak de muka lain aje. But the last game my BIL managed to defeat hubby. haha... ketawakan dia. But for the 2nd game I managed to pick up. Got 87 points wif only 1 strike. sob sob.. "ok lah tue abg halim" (quoted in radio ERA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to esplanade &amp; waited for the fireworks. Before that there's heli &amp; jet display. Danisha hugged tight my head when she heard the jet's blasting sound. &amp; she tremble a little. haha... The esplanade was SUPERB!! Felt like it is falling onto us. Danisha got a VIP seat. Lying on Daddy's lap watching up in the sky. Hubby covered her ears as she looked panic. After all the fire work, loudly she said "No more" happily. Apedah... orang excited during the firework, she happy after the firework ends. Mcm kena dera plak anak aku nie.. heeezzz...Oh forgot to say... We picnic in front of the SG river. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun... Mak &amp; Baba send us back &amp; stayed @ our house till nite time as hubby is on eve shift. So nice of them. She cooked lontong goreng.. yum yum.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a problem here. Danisha has been calling my mum Ibu &amp; my dad Ayah. Haiz.. Anak sape plak tue. But coz everyone call them Ibu &amp; Ayah, so my lil aso follow. Nak buat mcm mane. Accept aje lah. hehe.. Another problem is Danisha slept wif my mum everytime hubby is on nite shifts. Or whenever we overnite @ my mum's house. When we asked her "Who U want to sleep wif tonite?" She'll replied "Bu..." &amp; giggled. Sometimes I terkam &amp; tickled her. But after she's asleep, I'll kidnap her back. haha... Any advise?? Coz I really pity my mom who must take care of her day &amp; nite. &amp; when she slept wif my dad, my dad couln't sleep well coz she always move about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112295727733684896?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112295727733684896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112295727733684896' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112295727733684896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112295727733684896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/08/sparkling-weekend.html' title='Sparkling Weekend.'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112176576826072403</id><published>2005-07-19T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T17:36:08.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEN !!!</title><content type='html'>Men are like ........Laxatives ....... They irritate the shit out of&lt;br /&gt;you. Men are like ......... Bananas .. The older they get, the less firm&lt;br /&gt;they are Men are like ......... Weather .. Nothing can be done to change&lt;br /&gt;them. Men are like ......... Blenders .. You need One, but you're not&lt;br /&gt;quite sure why. Men are like ......... Chocolate Bars .. Sweet, smooth,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;they usually head right for your hips. Men are like ...... Commercials&lt;br /&gt;....... You can't believe a word they say. Men are like .........&lt;br /&gt;Department Stores .. Their clothes are always 1/2 off Men are like&lt;br /&gt;......... Government Bonds .. They take soooooooo long to mature. Men&lt;br /&gt;are like ......... Mascara .. They usually run at the first sign of&lt;br /&gt;emotion. Men are like ......... Popcorn ...... They satisfy you, but&lt;br /&gt;only for a little while. Men are like . ... Snowstorms .. You never know&lt;br /&gt;when they're coming, how many inches you'll get or how long it will&lt;br /&gt;last. Men are like ......... Lava Lamps .. Fun to look at, but not very&lt;br /&gt;bright. Men are like ......... Parking Spots .. All the good ones are&lt;br /&gt;taken, the rest are handicapped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112176576826072403?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112176576826072403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112176576826072403' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112176576826072403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112176576826072403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/07/men.html' title='MEN !!!'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112167535665190230</id><published>2005-07-18T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T16:29:16.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzy Bee</title><content type='html'>Today is such a chaotic day @ work. OMG, my heart feel like bursting out!!&lt;br /&gt;There's so many urgent customisation to be made. &amp; I only have 2 hands. How I wish I'm an Octopus. Really hate these last min things. Things will never turn out right. Sure screw out somewhere.Only GOD knows how much I curse &amp; swear at those ppl this morning till abt 3pm. Imagine, Moday, came to work with tonnes of problems. Wat a sway kow day!!During lunch time, juz couln't sit in the office for lunch. The more I sit here, the sooner the volcano will erupt. So me &amp; my loyal lunch kaki, P, went to the opposite building for pasta. Brought 1 umbrella wif us, but our pants are drenched till the knee &amp; our shirt sleeves are all wet. The rain really bawa rahmat. I "cooled" down &amp; was laughing heartily wif my partner. But the cafe was so crowded that it took 90 mins for our food to arrive. we gobbled down the food &amp; bought Hot Choc. The Hot Choc was already cold when we reached the office. So transformed to Cold Choc. Another 2 more hours. Hope it'll be a very fast one. Can't wait to "angkat kaki". But today not meeting hubby as he's overtiming tonite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112167535665190230?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112167535665190230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112167535665190230' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112167535665190230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112167535665190230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/07/buzy-bee.html' title='Buzy Bee'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112167531361024145</id><published>2005-07-18T14:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T16:28:33.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woooohoooo!!!</title><content type='html'>Wkend juz passed by very fast. Went to arab street &amp; Bugis Junction with family in the evening. @ nite went to Singgah Slalu @ JB. Ate the Tom Yum &amp; ikan bakar. It's so happening there and its so crowded. There's DJ &amp; big screen too that makes the place more lively. Reached home @ 2am &amp; bom...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112167531361024145?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112167531361024145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112167531361024145' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112167531361024145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112167531361024145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/07/woooohoooo.html' title='Woooohoooo!!!'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112167527555021381</id><published>2005-07-18T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T16:27:55.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONGRATULATIONS my Dearie!!!</title><content type='html'>U did it!!! To my beloved husband who just got a promotion this mth. Inilah dia pekerja contoh. hehe. He'll only take MC if he really can't wake up from bed. If I'm not wrong, he only never take MC for the fist 3 yrs he work there. After that only once or max twice a yr. Masyaallah!!!Punya lah susah nak pujuk dia amik leave.Betapa seksanya. But I feel like my father like this attitude that he's having. So passion to his work. Passed all the certifications that he took for the engineering certs. His brilliantness, patientness and toleranceness made him work there for almost 7 yrs. Apart from the shift work, I like what he's doing now. True, sometimes we never meet each other every day. Sometimes only for 1 or 2 hrs per day, juz to bid him goodbye before he goes to work. But that's what makes the heart grew fonder. hehe... jiwang U. Whenever is his off day, it's like a Friday to me. So juz imagine how many Fridays I have in a mth. Smile... Me &amp; Danisha will always support U all the way. Kami doakan semoga Hubby sentiasa dilindungi &amp; dirahmati ALLAH swt dimana sahaja kamu berada. Sukses &amp; berjaya senantiasa. !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112167527555021381?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112167527555021381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112167527555021381' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112167527555021381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112167527555021381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/07/congratulations-my-dearie.html' title='CONGRATULATIONS my Dearie!!!'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112167521557834176</id><published>2005-07-18T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T16:26:55.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back !!!</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a couple of wks since I pen down my thoughts... I missed all the bloggers.Suddenly my inspirations came back. I've been super bz wif work these few weeks. Don't even have time to browse my fav websites. So to all my fans, whose hunting me hi &amp; lo. Here I am!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112167521557834176?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112167521557834176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112167521557834176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112167521557834176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112167521557834176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back !!!'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-112011432421716029</id><published>2005-06-30T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T14:52:04.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start working for a healthy relationship NOW</title><content type='html'>(An article retrieved from the net)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not only a feeling but a work in progress. I love to repeat this sentence because it is at the core of a Healthy Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The second article I wrote was about Power Struggle in the marriage. That is when you and your partner spend your energies to make sure you are not wrong, or even more, that your partner is the wrong one! Unfortunately when you do that both of you are wrong. I hear couples after 5 – 7 – 10 years of being married, saying: we have been fighting 60% of our time and now we are exhausted, we are thinking to end our marriage. Believe me, they are right; who wants to live a family life in continuous fighting? Then I ask them: what is your purpose to see me, what is your goal? We want to have a happy family! is normally the answer. I guess that has been your goal since you decided to get married, I ask. Yes, is the answer. Let me get it clear, if for 7 years your strategy has been ‘fighting’ and your goal after 7 years is still the same, in order to have a happier family what do you think you should do? You don’t need to have been at ‘The War Academy’ in order to answer this question, YOU MUST CHANGE THE STRATEGY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to feel that your partner is not your enemy but your best ally, and most of all you need to feel safe because when you feel safe you automatically go in a state of playfulness and joy and this is the state where both partners give and receive love, the only necessary food to build a healthy relationship. This is what I wrote in my second article. So, let me give you some basic tools for a Healthy Relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free To Feel&lt;/strong&gt; - Allow both of you to feel free to express feelings and acknowledge each other feelings without judgment, just as a necessity like eating. Encourage and support each other to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Out&lt;/strong&gt; – When life’s matters are too overwhelming, do not bring your disappointment and anger in the couple. In this case avoid animate discussions with your partner either you are the moody or the in-balance one in that particular moment. Call for ‘Time Out’. When calm, ask the partner for a meeting and together overcome the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overcoming Differences&lt;/strong&gt; – When expressing a different point of view, start always with a ‘Positive Approach’. You can express your opinion in a loving assertiveness and your partner does not feel threatened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Competition&lt;/strong&gt; – This is the time of ‘Power Struggle’, marriage is not a field for competitions; it is the field for love, empathy and compassion. When we want to impose our way of seeing things, we set the field for competition, thus conflicts. Help, do not boycott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy-ship&lt;/strong&gt; – Encourage, not push your partner to fulfill his/her dream or need or desire which has been agreed upon between the two. ‘Forcing a cocoon to open will only lead to a butterfly unable to fly, it will die before. Cocoon knows when the right time to open is’.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening&lt;/strong&gt; – Avoid reading your partner’s brain. When you want to know something, just ask. When one of the two talk about an important thing (important for her/him), just listen with attention and respect, without judging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mirror &lt;/strong&gt;– Your partner is your mirror. Whenever you judge her/him for something negative, take a moment and look inside of you. What you see in her/him is in you. This can be a wonderful learning experience if ready to look inside yourself and not inside your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boundaries &lt;/strong&gt;– Families needs healthy boundaries (Rules &amp; Regulations). When setting boundaries, use loving and positive approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Household&lt;/strong&gt; -There is plenty to do to manage and lead the family. Partners must negotiate and agree on how to handle the different tasks. Make clear ‘who is in charge of what’. Some task need more experience than other; allow the partner in charge to make some mistake without controlling or interfering unless it is required. Reward each other, you are not robots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Individuality&lt;/strong&gt; – Though you are living as a couple in a family context, you cannot forget you are an individual. Plan and negotiate with your partner individual activities. If you keep mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually fit, all other members of the family will benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonding &lt;/strong&gt;– It is a common mistake in the marriage, after a certain period of time, to relax and take things for granted. Bonding is kept by doing something together, some common activity according to common interests, among which some activities where fun is involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intimacy&lt;/strong&gt; – Plan time for intimacy. Intimacy is not just sex, though regular sex is very healthy. It is also touching, is caressing, is surprising, is reading or dancing together. Dare to ask what you like in intimacy with your partner, do not give anything for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Children&lt;/strong&gt; – Children need attention, involvement, education and many other things. Nevertheless, plan a balanced time for them in accordance with your general schedule. Do not compromise too much with the time you have planned to spend with your partner and with yourself. A healthy couple is a good model for healthy children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financially Independent&lt;/strong&gt; – In many marriages the husband is the provider and the wife the housekeeper. Most of these wives do not protect themselves financially. This can be ground for different negative feelings such us powerless, frustration, fear, resentment, mistrust, disrespect, trapped, controlled, dependent….. These feelings can lead to serious conflicts. Plan together your financial independence as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walk Your Talk&lt;/strong&gt; – Partners have tendency to be good lecturers in the marriage, have the right formula for the other one. However, very often the lecturer does not apply in his/her own life what he/she wants to teach. This also happen in the education of children. Double messages are very common and can seriously damage a Healthy Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; – Love is a decision, not just a feeling. ‘It is a work in progress’. It is an intentional act of the will as a matter of values, principles, and duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acknowledgement&lt;/strong&gt; – Though we have been trained to survive in this hectic life, we are vulnerable beings and we love to be appreciated for what we are and do. It is extremely important for a ‘Healthy Relationship’ to continue acknowledging the partner for his/her commitment and all others important contributions to make the marriage successful. Omission of this vital act, may lead to infidelity and/or enmeshment with own children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professional Help&lt;/strong&gt; – We all are human and there are moments in our life we cannot just handle challenges alone. Asking for help is not shameful; it is an act of responsibility for a ‘Healthy Relationship’ and a healthy family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-112011432421716029?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/112011432421716029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=112011432421716029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112011432421716029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/112011432421716029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/06/start-working-for-healthy-relationship.html' title='Start working for a healthy relationship NOW'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111993915172218900</id><published>2005-06-28T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T14:12:31.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Love..Is To Obey</title><content type='html'>(An article from Today's today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen years ago, my unhappy father walked me down the aisle in a Katong church. he was about to hand over his daughter to a man who eagerly grabbed her arms, as if to make sure the bride would be given away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father left midway through the ceremony - to drown his sorrows at the famous Marine Parade Satay Stall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was my grandfather who had the greatest impact on our marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that people used to marry to fall in love, but that people now fall in love to get married. He saw marriages going up in smoke after the initial passions burned out. He believed that a wedding is only a day, but a marriage is a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was match-made to my grandmother, a great cook, and he surmised that she would support him in whatever he did. I have never seen them quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her, I learned how to make a husband happy. She saved the best meat for him, and would eat only when he was at the dinner table. Even after slaving the whole day over a hot stove, she would be bathed and powdered when he returned from work. And his slippers and a glass of water were always there to welcome him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather, who knew I was an outspoken and stubborn child, worried that having a university education might make it difficult for me to submit to my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up in the 1970s, with women fighting for equal rights, I was at first shocked by what he advocated. I fought a good fight at university, debating with my male tutorial mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, I do not believe in the glass ceiling for women, and do not see myself as weaker than men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buit it was in the home context that I realised my grandfather's foresight and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A marriage is not an equal partnership, where a couple are looking constantly to ensure that everything is divided 50 50. That makes us calculative and mean, and reduces the marriage to a conditional clause: As long as he lives up to his end of the bargain, so will I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of looking for the right person to be our spouse, we have to be the right person for them. We have to give 110 percent without any conditions or strings attached to the marriage contract - which, hopefully, we enter into with our eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marriage vow basically says that even if a husband turns out to be a scumbag or a couch potato who cares more for Man U than for his mother-in-law, we still have to accept him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I have demanding careers, but when we come home, i give him a sponge bath even if I am tired. I prepare supper, and yes, I do peel prawns for him. I do so without asking anything in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the head of the household. When it comes to any major decision, his vote counts for 60 percent, and mine for 40 percent. My grandfather was right. This is difficult. I find it challenging to submit to my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I discovered that once I learned to obey him, it gave him a greater sense of responsibility, of wanting to care of the family even more. In addition, when my children see that I obey him, they learn to obey him and respect him as a father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the heart of the family, my role is to complement, and not to compete with, his. I never challenge his views in front of others, which would make him feel small, insignificant and disrespected. We try not to fight or quarrel in front of the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we have thought of walking out of this marriage many times, but then we remembered that we started out with the belief that divorce was not an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will continue to fight, and our marriage will be a rollercoaster ride. Given a chance, would I walk down the aisle again to the same man? Yes, I would, but this time I would obey him the minute he married me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111993915172218900?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111993915172218900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111993915172218900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111993915172218900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111993915172218900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/06/to-loveis-to-obey.html' title='To Love..Is To Obey'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111986639150625302</id><published>2005-06-27T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T17:59:51.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Monday !!</title><content type='html'>Hubby send me to work, so @ least I can wake up a bit later. Smile... Today mak packed for me jemput2 udang for bfast, &amp; ayam sambal wif vege for lunch. It's so nice of her. Reached work early today. My long-holiday-partner is not there. Oh no... Is she taking MC? Pls.. come back!!! @ 8:45, she came in. I was soooo relieved. @ last, I'm going to push wateva balance &amp; those wat she need to do back to her. Nah amik kau!! so now I can @ least rileks a bit... haha.. sukanya hatiku.. Thanks for her sourvenirs too. Okie... I'm packing up &amp; leaving on the dot today. Wanna eat steamboat that mak prepared today &amp; of course play wif Danisha.... My lil princess. Bye everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111986639150625302?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111986639150625302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111986639150625302' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111986639150625302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111986639150625302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/06/super-monday.html' title='Super Monday !!'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111986585047246858</id><published>2005-06-27T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T17:50:50.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lazy Sunday...</title><content type='html'>@ hm, watched "The Wedding Date" VCD with Abg Cik, while si kenit ngah tido. haha... this is my chance man!!! Me lying like snake. Hubby is also sleeping @ hm coz juz came back from nite shift. Cian dia nantok. @ nite, went to Mak place. Inted to stay there. Means that this wk, I got chauffer... Wow.. how nice. Thanks... Before that, we went for dinner @ Fork n Spoon (something like banquet) @ Toa Payoh. Ate the slice fish noodle. But for the presentable &amp; taste, still prefer Jurong Pt Banquet. It is the best amongst the banquets.&lt;br /&gt;Danisha is so happy to see the rocking chair that Mak bought. She'll chase anybody who sits there. Once she saw mak, she automatically showed her scar (last sat, she fell down. So bleed a little). Haiz... manja betul anak satu nie wif nenek. Till nenek cant stand her babble-ness, she put a handyplast on the knee. After that, Danisha kept quiet, but keep showing ppl her handyplast. Every nite for sure ask nenek to massage her leg. Penat lah katakan. Satu hari buat keje dapor. hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111986585047246858?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111986585047246858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111986585047246858' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111986585047246858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111986585047246858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/06/lazy-sunday.html' title='A lazy Sunday...'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111986573339427641</id><published>2005-06-27T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T17:48:53.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the Yummies !!!</title><content type='html'>Last Sat, my family don't know how we shud spend our day. Ibu tot of spending her time @ Orchard Rd during this sale. But @ last,not sure how we end up @ Pontian.haha.. banyak pontianak melambai2.. Kat tepi2 jalan. Nak tau tak?? Mereka semua jual durian. WOW... &amp; the durian is sooo POWERFUL!!! Sodap giler.Yummy!!! &amp; it's so cheap for that kind of quality. 10kg is at RM35. We brought back some as it is too much. We also had chendol. &amp; it's those typical m'sia chendol. Yummy!!! But the farniest thing of all, there's isn't any food for our lunch. It's oredi abt 3+ &amp; we had no lunch yet. Over there got lots of Chinese restaurants, but can only a few malay coffeeshops. We did ask the coffeeshops, they too said they only have chicken rice. So pathetic.In the end, we drove back to JB. There's lots of pitstop on the way. We stop to buy kuih, mangosteen, corn, pineapples, crackers. Haiz...@ last got our dinner @ JB. Ate tom yum noodles. It 's so spicy &amp; sour. Very delicious. Yummy!!! Ate some tim sum too. Still got a few more hours to go before the shops close. Went to City Square, got 2 shirts, a skirt &amp; ROTIBOY!! Rotiboy in JB still can't compete those in Spore. The taste is simply different. Yummy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111986573339427641?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111986573339427641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111986573339427641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111986573339427641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111986573339427641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/06/all-yummies.html' title='All the Yummies !!!'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111931791787185528</id><published>2005-06-20T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T09:39:26.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 insan yang selalu di hatiku...</title><content type='html'>Ayah - Terima kasih atas segala jasa baikmu membentuk ku &amp; keluargamu. Walaupun aku &lt;br /&gt;jarang berbual dgn ayah (moi more closer to my mum), tapi tiap kali melihat wajahnya, perasaan kasih dan sayang itu wujud.Beliau mempunyai ramai sahabat. Kemana kita pergi pasti berjumpa dgn rakan2nya.  Orangnya pendiam dan tidak mencampuri hal orang lain. Walaupun pendiam, kadang2 percakapannya itu pedas. Terasa &amp; sedih jugak bila kena. Tapi itu semua yg membuat kita bangun dari tido. Dalam bab kerja, ayahku adalah tip top. Beliau boleh membuat segala2nya, seperti memasak, membasuh, menjaga anak2 siang &amp; malam pada waktu bayi, marketing, menggosok. Practically he can do everything that a woman does. I've never seen such a man. Beliau suka menolong &amp; membantu orang. Tetapi, anak2nya dibiarkan berdikari. Itulah serba sedikit tentang ayahku. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah - My father-in-law. Beliau juga seorang yang pendiam. Tekun &amp; rajin berkerja.&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun baru 5 tahun berkenalan dgn beliau, tetapi kita sering berbual &amp; berborak. Beliau slalu menceritakan tentang zaman dahulunya. Seronok juga sekali-sekala mendengar citer2 sebegitu. Kadangkala beliau memberi kami sokongan padu, dan selalu&lt;br /&gt;menasihati kami. Terima kasih Baba. Tanpamu, tiadalah suamiku. Smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suami - Hubby... Itulah nama manjanya, semenjak kita bercinta-cintan dulu. Kadangkala orang lain pun tersebut perkataan sama ketika memanggilnya. haha..Hingga Danisha pun kadangkala memanggilnya Bby. Suamiku mempunyai tahap kesabaran yg sangat tinggi. Sepanjang perkahwinan kami, beliau tidak pernah memarah atau meningking aku. Semuanya dibahaskan dgn baik secara physology. Maklumlah nak jadi ahli physcologist. hehe..Kadang kala terlintas difikiranku, bagaimana beliau dapat menahan segala kemarahannya.Masyaallah... Terima kasih kerana telah memilihku sebagai isterimu &amp; mengurniakan aku seorang puteri cilik. Kau menjadi perangsang hidupku &amp; menjadi tunggak keluarga kita.Semoga kau dapat mendidik &amp; mendorong kami ke jalan yang benar. Insyaallah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diakhiri dgn Slamat belated Hari Bapa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111931791787185528?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111931791787185528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111931791787185528' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111931791787185528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111931791787185528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/06/3-insan-yang-selalu-di-hatiku.html' title='3 insan yang selalu di hatiku...'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111924908578807955</id><published>2005-06-20T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T14:37:40.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How my weekend flies...</title><content type='html'>Sat...After subuh, I did Yoga. Maklum anak ngah tido, kena lah buat. This is a golden chance. After Yoga, she still haven't wake up. So I start housekeeping. Abt 8:30 she woke up, bathe her &amp; brought her down to McD for B'fast. Anak satu nie pantang nampak belon. Minah belon, kan Sis D??The crew gave her a red balloon. Then she pointed to another green balloon. The crew gave it to her too. Then she nod her head (her way of saying thank U) &amp; wave goodbye @ the crew. We shared the Big breakfast. When I opened the lid of the meal, I said "Wah", while she said "Eeeee".&lt;br /&gt;Alamak.. how.. if like dat, she sure wont eat. But at last we really shared the meal. She ate the whole chix patty &amp; the omelete &amp; I ate the bread &amp; harsh brown. It's ok. I'm satisfied. After dat, went to NTUC &amp; bought lots of food stuff. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ abt 3, went to cozway pt wif Danisha. We're juz buying some presents for tomoro's bday party. Look @ the foto below. Look apa anak dara tue buat @ cozway pt. When she saw those, she said "Eeeeee!!!" loudly. How did she know wat is dat? She looked thru them as if she's finding one for herself. LOL. Later, Mak called &amp; ask whether we would like to see hubby play soccer. So I said ok lah.. since got nothing on.&lt;br /&gt;So went to Marina South. Hubby playing for Tuas Power. This is juz a friendly match. The real tournament is on Tuesday. Good luck to him. Danisha is too excited when she saw her dad kicking the ball. She also played ball with the other kids. But all of them are boys, except her!!! OMG.... Over there, got someone matchmake Danisha wif another boy. Then the boy's mum said, Wanna think abt it? Haha... Aku pun kata lah, Kalau ada jodoh, tak tolak, anak U pun hensem jugak. hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun... Today's agenda is only going to Rashidah's Son Bday bash. It was held @ the condominium. Shidah asked me to bring Danisha's swimming costume along. Lucky I brought. Once she saw the pool, she said "Nak nak nak nak." We have no choice. She swim there alone, really enjoyed quacking like a duck. She entertained herself. &lt;br /&gt;After a while, we had food &amp; leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/42/2780/320/BB%20%26%20Bra.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/42/2780/320/BB%20%26%20Bra.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby shopping for her daily wear. Which size is it? Or R U buying for mummy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/42/2780/320/BB%26Kitty.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/42/2780/320/BB%26Kitty.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danisha going to b'fast wif her kitty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111924908578807955?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111924908578807955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111924908578807955' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111924908578807955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111924908578807955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-my-weekend-flies.html' title='How my weekend flies...'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111890483356440524</id><published>2005-06-14T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T15:03:18.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best in Spore, JB &amp; some say  Batam!!!</title><content type='html'>Today I was dressed wif pink lacy blouse, beige skirt (with pink flowers), pink handbag &amp; my cinderella shoes - pink glittering shoes. haha... Mcm christmas tree ah. U know where me going? To watch PCK. haha... My Co bought tix for us. So since got extras, I brought my hubby &amp; youngest bro there. &lt;br /&gt;The show was not so fantastic, but the gila frends make it happening. Dah lah parking susah nak dapat, nasib baik dapat one patient husband who goes round &amp; round searching for one, while all of us alight &amp; go in first. Punyalah dahsyat, terlalu banyak kereta, hingga tak de parking. Ends up he parked near the National stadium. Me &amp; frends had a great time, eating &amp; gigling. Reached home abt 12. Kan Cinderella, kena lah alik before 12. keke...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111890483356440524?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111890483356440524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111890483356440524' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111890483356440524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111890483356440524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/06/best-in-spore-jb-some-say-batam.html' title='Best in Spore, JB &amp; some say  Batam!!!'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111873239835015388</id><published>2005-06-14T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T14:59:58.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLUES...</title><content type='html'>I’m super duper bz these 2 days. Don’t expect me to blog every day. Duh!!! Coz my partner went to Tibet for 2wks +. Skarang aku ada banyak deadline. Mampos. Not sure whether can meet or not.I became an octupus since yesterday. But don’t worry, I can manage. Not bad ah me ??? hehe… One of the program must be finished up tomoro. So now, I’m left with the documentation –3/4 done.&lt;br /&gt;This is the most draggy part. Insyaallah… Tuelah.. selama nie goyang kaki kan… skarang rasakan kau… That’s all folks…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111873239835015388?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111873239835015388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111873239835015388' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111873239835015388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111873239835015388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/06/blues.html' title='BLUES...'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111873234387724289</id><published>2005-06-13T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T14:59:03.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Historical Malacca...</title><content type='html'>Last Sat, me &amp; family (together with Auntie Hawa from JB) went to Malacca for a 2D1N stay.Reached Malacca abt 2pm after stopping at several pit stop to run some errands. Haiz… Dah cakap ngan ayah suruh pegi on Fri nite, but he insist on going on Sat am. Anyway… Ate Thai food @ Malacca for the lunch. Danisha is so excited as the restaurant is surrounded by fish pond. She also fed the fish. Selagi selagan dia campak kat dlm pond tue. Tulang ikan, pun dia campak jugak. Over there the tom yum soup is soooo pounderful. There’s crab in it. Wow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dat we check in @ Century Mahkota Hotel. Then straight away went shopping @ Mahkota Parade. I’m so happy coz got 3 pairs of shoes, 1 skirt for myself. Hubby got Levi’s (sponsored by auntie). Danisha got lots of dress &amp; shirts (also sponsored). Haha.. Practically 90% of the trip are sponsored by Auntie. Thanks to her. Semoga dimurahkan rezeki. Slalu2 lah bawak kita2 nie. Haha..All the guys bought altogether 10 pair of Levis jeans. All sponsored. Mewah banget… Seronok deh…&lt;br /&gt;Kalau hari2 duitnye mcm air, lumayan sekali…haha… Kalau gitu kena kawin lagi satu millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ nite went for Go-Karting. But it’s so ex. 10 mins for RM45. Waduh… Waduh… mahal banget.Tapi tak pe.. disponsor lagi kok… At 11pm, went for seafood, ikan bakar wif nasi lemak bungkus daun pisang. Hehe.. My favorites… Reached back hotel abt 2am. Danisha didn’t sleep from 2pm ~ 2am. Budak kecik nie pun… boleh tahan. Abih tue leh main joget2 ngan abang sales yg kat Parkson. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, hubby &amp; the kids swim @ the swimming pool. Cian hubby kena baby sit budak2. Me, ibu &amp; auntie pi Mahkota Parade shopping lagin. Smalam ngak cukup dong. Bought myself another pair of shoes, 2 blouse, 1 pants &amp; a watch. Hehe…Mcm besok nak raya. I tink wanna go there again. There’s lots of shoe shops. I think there’s abt 10-15 of them. Mmmmm… mayb shud go there again. Haha.. @ 2, we checked out &amp; left for JB. Rilek2 @ umah auntie, then home sweet home @ 9pm.Don’t really feel tired that nite. BUT… the next morning, can’t wake up to work. But it’s MONDAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111873234387724289?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111873234387724289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111873234387724289' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111873234387724289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111873234387724289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/06/historical-malacca.html' title='Historical Malacca...'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111828401662640786</id><published>2005-06-09T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T10:26:56.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZzzzzzzzZzzzzzzzzz.........</title><content type='html'>2 nights wif my darling princess. &lt;br /&gt;2 malam macam 2 tahun. Haiz... Really hates it when hubby on night shift. Coz Danisha will be very manja to me &amp; keeps on waking up every hour &amp; cry. With Hubby around, at least I can sleep soundly &amp; she only cry a few times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tues nite, she slept @ 11pm. Woke me up a few times. But I juz pat her to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;The last time she woke me up is abt 5am. Then again I pat her to sleep. haha... Then she cried. When I touched her, her pants are all wet. Alamak!!! The matress is wet too. Ran outside to take wet tissue. But she actually shitted. Alamak!! Carried her to the bathroom &amp; spray wif cold water. She giggled kesejukan. Her eyes are wide open oredi.Made some milk for her aiming that she can sleep soundly till morning. A while later she vomitted on another mattress. OMG!!! I rushed to the kitchen &amp; took some cloth. She followed me giggling. Hai budak nie, aku ngah panic2, dia ketawakan aku. Terpaksalah aku bukak lampu. Then I joked wif her &amp; tickled her &amp; sang her a few songs so that she'll sleep.But her eyes juz wont close. She played wif me as if it's 5pm. She slept back @ 6:15am. But that's the time I need to wake up!!! Ya Allah... She slept soundly after that. Didn't even wake up when I'm going to work. Haiz... kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I wanted to watch eye for a guy. BUT... this lil one juz wouldn't sleep @ 9:30. Infact, she asked me to draw wif her till 10:30. I forced her to sleep. At last I also sleep, no mood to watch eye for a guy. BTW wat happened ah? Again, this lil gerl buat perangai. Ish... tak senang aku nak ngorok. Woke up @ 1+, 2+, 3+, 4+.&lt;br /&gt;Crying a little, sometimes searching for her pacifier,sometimes dont know wat she wants. When I asked her, "Mummy put vicks on your nose ok?". she nodded. There U go... Vicks all over her body. After 5am, slept snoringly. Left mummy become zombie. Masyaallah.... Another nite to go... Hope today she sleep peacefully as I  must watch DIA. Not sure whether I can last that long....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111828401662640786?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111828401662640786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111828401662640786' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111828401662640786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111828401662640786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/06/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='ZzzzzzzzZzzzzzzzzz.........'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111819967243579628</id><published>2005-06-07T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T11:01:12.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pekerja Contoh</title><content type='html'>This morning when I woke up, my throat sores. I drank enuf water, but still got sore throat evertime I wake up every morning for the past 2 wks.&lt;br /&gt;Since aku terover shot this morning (Nasib baik red light), I took my own sweet time to dress up. Was thinking to visit the doc for my throat. Doc said my tonsils getting bigger &amp; gave me antibiotics. OMG, patutlah don't feel good these few days. Doc ask me whether I need MC. Dengan bangganye aku kata "Nope, I'm going to work". Mcm workaholic sangat... Cheeeebah... Nak promotion lah katakan... hehe. Nanti bonus &amp; increment tak dapat, susah jugak. Kalau lepas tue, lantak kau lah.&lt;br /&gt;Mak kau.. attitude problem seh minah nie. Kena tendang kuar baru tau.&lt;br /&gt;Tak pe.. kalau aku ditendang kuar, buat muka kesian kat BC. Mesti si Mat tue tertarik ngan aku. Ahacks... LOL. So reached work @ 10:30am. Buat muka dek... buat keje till 6pm then berambos ler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111819967243579628?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111819967243579628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111819967243579628' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111819967243579628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111819967243579628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/06/pekerja-contoh.html' title='Pekerja Contoh'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111819951388642737</id><published>2005-06-06T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T10:58:33.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Flashback....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Flashback on Sat...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family went to JB to my auntie's place 2 c'brate 50th bday of my uncle's.&lt;br /&gt;As usual... Makan time. haha. But best of all managed to have a great talk wif my aunties &amp; little cousins. All my cheeky cousins especially those that's in 4-8 yrs category. When I sat eating down wif hubby side by side, 3 of these gerls sat in front of us whispering &amp; giggling. Mak kau... sakit nye hati. Ngumpat pasal aku depan2, lepas tue ketawa2. Then keep looking at us &amp; whispered again. When I asked wat they tok about, they said "Nak tau?" I said nak. They said "Boleh blah". &lt;br /&gt;Kurang asem. Kecik2 dah pandai ngumpat. Curious jugak nak tau ape diorang cakap.  I caught 1 thing that they whispered. "Kaklong love abang long". Then they start laughing again. Ya Allah... pasal tue pun leh ketawa mcm nak giler. haha... &lt;br /&gt;Kids... Then hubby lagi brilliant. He leaned &amp; whispered to me. All the 3 of them slam on us to hear wat we're saying. Sampai tumpah2 lauk. haha... But they dont care. Everytime we pretend to whisper, they sure come in between us and want to hear it. They like hubby very much. After that hubby played them a song on the piano. &amp; these cheeky gerls sat beside him. haha.. so cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening.. shopping time... I bought a skirt. Lots of VCD &amp; DVD. Also not forgetting my korean movie : First Love of a Royal Prince (consisting of 18 CD).&lt;br /&gt;Will start watching wif hubby this Fri. Smile... We started of wif Winter Sonata.  We both like the story very much. It's a very touching story. The 2nd series is Hotelier. BYJ acted both 2 series. That's why I bought. Sooo hensem. Haiz... &lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for his latest movie. Sure buy!! Another series in my list : Autumn in my heart. Kita berdua dapat pengajaran daripada menonton series2 ini. Maklumlah semua citer cintan2. Jadi aku suka lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flashback on Sun... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun is tido day!!!! Yohooo... me &amp; bb sleep all day long....&lt;br /&gt;Hubby kena keje... Cian dia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111819951388642737?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111819951388642737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111819951388642737' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111819951388642737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111819951388642737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/06/weekend-flashback.html' title='Weekend Flashback....'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111776482008400920</id><published>2005-06-02T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T10:13:40.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>****  "Sway Kao"  ****</title><content type='html'>Hubby fetched me from work yesterday. Not knowing where to go, we juz drove thru.&lt;br /&gt;He said, maybe we can be adventures a bit. According to his frend, there's a&lt;br /&gt;restaurant @ River Valley Rd which serves westernised food. But he's not sure where is it &amp; wat's the restaurant name. His frend too was outstationed. &lt;br /&gt;So I agreed with him. Went searching abt 1/2 hr. At last we reached Chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;How come we reached Chinatown??? So continued driving. Hubby asked whether would like to go Clarke Quay as I wanted to go there for quiet some time oredi. Wifout&lt;br /&gt;hesitating, I said YES. We parked @ Liang Court &amp; walked to Clarke Quay. I was hoping the stalls selling murtabak seafood is still there. Walked the whole of Clarke Quay but those stalls are not there oredi. The place is half renovating. There's lots of italian rest. Feeling tired, bored &amp; hungry, I said to hubby that just now I saw a poster showing swensens @ Liang Court. Mayb we should juz go there for a bite. Wat to do. Even though I'm bored wif the food. But to go somewhere else is juz a waste of time as it's near 8. Went to find Swensen, but dissapointed again. Half of the building is on renovation. Again wif no food.&lt;br /&gt;MY FOOT!!! I'm oredi cursing &amp; swearing. The only restaurant left is McD. Mak oei... kenalah aku makan McD. oklah, sumbat aje. I ordered double cheez burger meal &amp; hubby ate fish meal. I suggested to ta pao our sumptious dinner &amp; bring up to the  Fort Canning park. Kan lebih romantic kat sana. Furthermore it's been a long time I've never been there. ok set we go!!! Before turning to Fort Canning I saw that some roads are closed. Jokingly I told hubby "Skali fort canning pun tutup eh" &lt;br /&gt;My husband said "Mulut..." hehe.. I laughed. Then it's true. The road up to the Fort canning park is closed. It reached only till ROM bldg. Mak kau... menyumpah aku. Fed up, aku bukak makan kat dlm keta. Don't want to go anywhere else. Too hungry to think. Wat a suay day. When eating in the car, I had a sour face. But hubby told me jgn marah2. At least we got to know that these places are on reno. &lt;br /&gt;I said "I'm not interested to know all those". He said "At least U can tour around Spore with me &amp; eat in the car while listening to romantic songs in the moonlight wif me. Nobody else will ever do this wif U. We should cherish every moment together." Mak oei.. aku lagilah peng dibuatnye. He only teased &amp; laugh @ me. sigh... Wat a suay day. (Balik main ngan anak aku lagi bagus) Hampei....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111776482008400920?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111776482008400920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111776482008400920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111776482008400920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111776482008400920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/06/sway-kao.html' title='****  &quot;Sway Kao&quot;  ****'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111759646851283339</id><published>2005-06-01T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:27:48.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>**  33rd Mths Loving Together  **</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Anniversary 2 U my Dear...Hubby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday midnite, Hubby gave me my favorite perfume "Leauparkenzo" &lt;br /&gt;from Kenzo family.This one should be the latest one. But I still &lt;br /&gt;prefer the Kenzo Flower. Smells like U juz had a bath. Smile...&lt;br /&gt;Jadi kalau sape2 tak mandi tue, bolehlah spray aje.&lt;br /&gt;Moi, never buy anything for him. Not necessary every mth must buy mah.&lt;br /&gt;Mayb juz give him a candlelight dinner later tonite. Any suggestions where?&lt;br /&gt;I have some birthday candles here wif me. Boleh lah letak kat atas meja &lt;br /&gt;makan later... Kan row..man..thick Smile... &lt;br /&gt;Proud to have a husband like U... Thanks lots lots... Muackss... (mak oei... jiwang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A marriage may be made in heaven; But keeping it alive on earth is a challenge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga Allah memberkati hidup kami, memberi perlindungan &amp; petunjuk utk kita &lt;br /&gt;sekeluarga. Amin....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111759646851283339?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111759646851283339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111759646851283339' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111759646851283339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111759646851283339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/06/33rd-mths-loving-together.html' title='**  33rd Mths Loving Together  **'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111753254305820095</id><published>2005-05-31T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T17:42:23.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuskin</title><content type='html'>Hi frends... How do U like my new skin?&lt;br /&gt;Pls rate from 1-5. Your comments needed.&lt;br /&gt;The alignment may be a bit out. &lt;br /&gt;Not sure how to do it. Maklum, tak pernah&lt;br /&gt;blajar html coding. Try try onli...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111753254305820095?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111753254305820095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111753254305820095' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111753254305820095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111753254305820095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/05/nuskin.html' title='Nuskin'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111750861473572744</id><published>2005-05-31T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T11:03:34.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quirky World</title><content type='html'>Taken from Today newspaper (300505)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break in for sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Police in Holland caught a couple having sex in a house they had broken into. Neighbours of the empty house had aleted police after they heard suspicious noises. The couple told police they broke into the house becoz they wer desperate to make love " Masyaallah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOS, my plant is dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" A new ambulance service has been launched in Chile.  Customers with dying plants can call SOS Express' Emergency line in Santiago and the company will send out a horticultural expert in an ambulance. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequent flyers for pets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgin Atlantic is targetting a growling market in pet travel by launching a special frequent flyer scheme for jet-setting dogs, cats and other animals.  Owners of four dogs &amp; a cat have signed up. &lt;br /&gt;Dogs taking their first Virgin trip will be given a T-shirt &amp; a dog tag. &lt;br /&gt;Cats will receive a toy mouse and ferrets, will get a flying jacket &amp; collar tag. Once pets have 5 "paw prints" in their frequent flyer book, they can acquire goodies such as hand-made food bowls. More trips will get them pedicures or burberry, Prada and Gucci pet clotings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111750861473572744?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111750861473572744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111750861473572744' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111750861473572744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111750861473572744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/05/quirky-world.html' title='The Quirky World'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111744455250385042</id><published>2005-05-30T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T17:34:12.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Dara Pingitan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/42/2780/320/3dara.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/42/2780/320/3dara.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Dara Pingitan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 dara pingitan nie sedang berposing setelah kenyang makan beef noodle. &lt;br /&gt;Alamak... masih ada orang terpikat kat kita2 ah... Ada peminat kau...&lt;br /&gt;Masih ada value... **Ahaks**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111744455250385042?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111744455250385042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111744455250385042' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111744455250385042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111744455250385042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/05/3-dara-pingitan.html' title='3 Dara Pingitan'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111742323943886358</id><published>2005-05-30T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T11:20:39.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day before a working day.... sigh..</title><content type='html'>Cian hubby. Today still not feeling well. He went to the doc &amp; got 1 day MC. Yohoo... Me berry hepi. For the first time this yr he took MC. So workacholic of him. Then he helped me vacuum &amp; mop the house, wipe off the dust from the cupboards &amp; tables (cian, sakit2 pun nak tolong jugak).&lt;br /&gt;While me doing my laksa thingy. Gave a pot to ibu &amp; after zuhur, we rested. While waiting for mak &amp; baba to come, me &amp; hubby was looking thru the VCDs that we have. Suddenly jeng jeng jeng... found our honeymoon VCD.&lt;br /&gt;We switch it on &amp; lepak. Teringat memori lama. Masa inai merah di jari. &lt;br /&gt;Both of us were malu2 &amp; always tease each other. Alamak pai seh ah...&lt;br /&gt;Then when my parents in law came over, they continue watching the VCD till the end. My father like interested in the sceneries. Mcm nak pegi aje... Ajaklah mak pegi... Honeymoon. &lt;br /&gt;Rie's aunties confirm goin to Newcastle in Aug this yr. Mak asking whether we're going? We said, not sure yet, tapi mcm harapan tipis. Mayb we wait for Mak &amp; Baba to go. Then @ least got more ppl to take care of the little one. Furthermore Danisha is too small for a long journey like dat. It's ok... some other time. &lt;br /&gt;Wait till Baba got a job who permits long leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I served my in-laws my laksa kerang. yum yum. But me &amp; hubby got sore troat, so dont really feel good when eating that. In the evening, fried for them banana fritters &amp; curry puffs. Makan lagik... &lt;br /&gt;@ nite, too tired to cook. Ate the murtabak dat mak bought. she bought lots of chocolates, fruits, yakult &amp; kuih. Got strawberries too, but both got sore troat, so decided to keep it for future. Me bought mak 2 house slippers. Glad she like them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111742323943886358?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111742323943886358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111742323943886358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111742323943886358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111742323943886358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/05/another-day-before-working-day-sigh.html' title='Another day before a working day.... sigh..'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111742305186925450</id><published>2005-05-29T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T11:17:31.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Time!!</title><content type='html'>I woke up @ 5:45am. Imagine!! On Sat, me &amp; hubby were awakened by Danisha @ this time? arghhhh!!!! Not sure wat nitemare or 'subuh'mare she's having that she cried out aloud. Me &amp; hubby straight perform our subuh prayers &amp; hubby continued to sleep. me lay down on the bed, abt 5 mins &amp; not able to put myself to sleep. Went out to the living rm, switch on my Yoga DVD. That's better, opefully can cure my backpain. Mcm nenek kebayan dah... sakit pinggang. It's very refreshing after that. Took my shower &amp; do the housekeeping. Danisha woke up slightly later than usual abt 8am. When she woke up, I asked her "Sharlynn follow mummy to the market ok?" Bluntly she said "NO". I asked her another time, the same answer. Mcm tau aje market tue ape. Haiz... kecik2 dah tak nak pi pasar. Then I tickled her &amp; she woke up smiling &amp; giggling. I bathed her &amp; get ready to do the marketing. I left hubby to sleep as he's on eve shift &amp; also not feeling too well. So me &amp; Danisha, equipped wif her "spacewagon" went to Admiralty maket. &lt;br /&gt;Things I bought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I bought :&lt;br /&gt;Hello kitty Fan (for my little gerl). &lt;br /&gt;Juz to keep her sit still in the pram. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd thing : Fresh Soya bean &lt;br /&gt;To fill up her empty stomach. Juz in case she show her tantrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that I start shopping for my veggies, squids, crabs, &lt;br /&gt;beancurd, cockles, noodles &amp; last but certainly no least, breakfast!!! &lt;br /&gt;Then this little gerl saw a mini water gun &amp; pointed to it, asking me to buy for her. oklar, once in a while pamper my baby. Once she hold the gun she gave it to me to put water in it. BTW, how did she know that it needs water???!!! Sometimes I juz wonder... Subhanallah.. Allah maha kaya dgn memberi pemikiran yg bernas kepada makhluk2nya. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home @ 9:30. Ate our b'fast wif hubby. At 11 - 4pm I was in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;Mak oei... so tiring. boo hoo...my backpain comes back again. Cooked hubby's favourite Hor Fun to bring to work for dinner today (as canteen is closed). Cooked chilli crab with mango for our lunch. yum yum. First time cook crab leh. Congrats to me. Hubby &amp; my youngest said it was delicious. haha... The crab was damn BIG. 2 crab weighs 1kg. Can U imagine it?? I also prepared ingredients for hubby's next favorite - laksa kerang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111742305186925450?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111742305186925450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111742305186925450' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111742305186925450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111742305186925450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/05/cooking-time.html' title='Cooking Time!!'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111742296288059646</id><published>2005-05-27T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T11:16:02.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makan Time !!</title><content type='html'>One of my collegue juz came back from a holiday from Aussie. She bought me a    350g of wasabi macadamia. Wow.. I feel like kissing her. So nice of her. But she rejected when I paid her. It's ok, some other time will get something for her in return. There I go munching the macadamia. Over here the nuts cost 100g for $6.50.It's too ex. Tapi kalau nak makan sangat terpaksa lah beli ye..&lt;br /&gt;Had a lunch date wif Sis D &amp; FD. First time meeting Sis FD &amp;amp; tlr. Ehm, tapi member kena jadi international maid &amp; met us later while we're eating halfway. Me &amp;amp; D ate kuay teow beef noodle (wif lots of chilli padi flakes). D can't take the spicyness &amp; gulp down 2 glass of bandung drink. haha.. Cian dia. Nice meeting U FD... &amp;amp; U too D (si minah bunga taik ayam). LOL&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon, I called home &amp; hubby said that Danisha is feeling much better than yesterday. I'm in dilema whether to bring her out for dinner with a frend of mine or not. I'm bringing hubby &amp;amp; she'll bringing her bf. If I were to bring her, her sickness will be back again. To leave her wif nenek, cian plak. So we decided not to meet up. Mayb some other day yeah, Ir. Sure meet U &amp;amp; Ham.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111742296288059646?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111742296288059646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111742296288059646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111742296288059646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111742296288059646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/05/makan-time.html' title='Makan Time !!'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111709684723776461</id><published>2005-05-26T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T16:43:38.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONGRATULATIONS MY DEARIES!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;First &amp; foremost, &lt;strong&gt;Congratulations&lt;/strong&gt; to my dearest Hubby, Mohd Hairie.He just gotta a certificate for his engineering. Not sure for which category.After 6 mths of study, at last dapat jugak cert tue. It's all ur hardwork dear.Dari ketekunan &amp;amp; kerajinan U juga. After this can continue the next module, k?I'll be supporting U all the way.&lt;br /&gt;May Allah grant you a happy, healthy, wealthy and great life forever, and to be the best among all Islamic khalifah Allah in this world and hereafter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Amiiiiiiiiinnnnnnn. (Amin kena panjang sikit, so it'll come true.LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/42/2780/320/Hubby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/42/2780/320/Hubby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lovely Husband&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111709684723776461?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111709684723776461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111709684723776461' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111709684723776461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111709684723776461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/05/congratulations-my-dearies.html' title='CONGRATULATIONS MY DEARIES!!!!'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111708807781564573</id><published>2005-05-26T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T16:54:03.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today... 26th May 05. Danisha is exactly 1 yr 8 mths. But not feeling well for the past 2 days. Having a little fever &amp; running nose. Cian baby mummy... Tak pe.. tue sakit nak pandai. Smile.. Pandai ape, tak tau lah. Skarang dah ada laptop sendiri (sponsored by Nenek Bishan). Tenok Pak Su main laptop, the next day, atok bought for her a laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday hubby fixed a child seat @ his bicycle. We put her on trial. She cried &amp; ask to carry her down. A while later... as she's singing &amp;amp; swaying her butts happily, we asked her "Do U want to ride the bike?" In a loud voice, she said "NO". haha... mengacau aje aku nie eh. Going home time, we put her on the bike &amp; daddy cycle. While mummy kena jalan kaki. Poor thing. She's scared @ first, but after teasing her, she smiled, but dare not show her smile to us. malu aper... Tadi tak nak naik, skarang dah suka plak. Tak pe lah.. nanti I beli basikal satu. Then mayb pi cycle sampai Sembawang park. Gerek aper kan kan kan?? Ataupun beli aje kereta Nissan March nie. Cantik banget. Harganye pun cantik jugak. Haiz... gigit jari aje lah aku nie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sharlynn, mintak ngan nenek Bishan keta nie ah...Mesti dapat punya. Cucu punya pasal. LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/42/2780/320/Car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/42/2780/320/Car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dream Car !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111708807781564573?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111708807781564573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111708807781564573' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111708807781564573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111708807781564573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/05/today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111692319948788614</id><published>2005-05-24T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T16:55:05.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Vesak Day !!!!</title><content type='html'>It has been a wkend I've been waiting for... A long wkend. But no plans...&lt;br /&gt;Fri - my father fetch me from work (Maklum ada keta baru - Toyota Wish)&lt;br /&gt;Danisha went to my office... My collegues crowd around her. Luckily she didn't panic.&lt;br /&gt;She has been passed around, but still remains cool.&lt;br /&gt;Wif her sort of like "aerobic" attire, she danced &amp; laughed. haha..So adorable.&lt;br /&gt;Wifout any planned destination, I suggest we go up to the mount faber to see the&lt;br /&gt;nice view from there. When we reached, that area is closed coz of wedding function.&lt;br /&gt;Ehm.. ehm.. saper2 yg lum kawin tue... silalah buat kat situ... Mcm cantik gitu tempat dia.&lt;br /&gt;So I told my parents, Y not we go &amp;amp; take the cable car ride. So the 6 of us went.&lt;br /&gt;Danisha juz kept quiet @ first, but during the return trip, she jumped in the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;Mak oooiiii... kita semua dah takut, coz the cabin is shaking... haha... Panic kau...&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner &amp; went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.. again.. no plans. Fetched my bro from work, then tot of going to Changi.&lt;br /&gt;But changed to Parkway Parade as it's raining... Over there, I really shopped for&lt;br /&gt;clothings... 3 times q to make payment. The guys waited outside abt 1hr+. While&lt;br /&gt;me &amp;amp; mum tried some garments. Once in a while they came in to see whether we're&lt;br /&gt;stucked in the fitting room. But hubby came @ the best timing... when I'm queing to pay....&lt;br /&gt;haha... Imagine that's the first shop &amp; the last shop that we went to @ PP !!! After that my&lt;br /&gt;dad ask us to go oredi. Coz he's going to Geylang for wedding. &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZBxdm207YYSG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over @ Geylang... we went for dinner at S-11. The food sucks... Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;My mum went to Golden Chance to see see look look. But ends up it's&lt;br /&gt;me who bought a bangle. haha... Maklum duit bonus hubby lum abis2.&lt;br /&gt;Even after buying me a diamond ring the other day.Thanks lots lots... Muackz...&lt;br /&gt;Keep it up dear... Insyaallah... rezeki awak akan bertambah2. (ehm.. ehm... ada&lt;br /&gt;lagi 1 diamond ring cantik tau...But it's ok.. I'll save dat for end yr bonus)&lt;br /&gt;Cekik darah punya bini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun - My bro went for BIG walk in the am. Then in the mid day we start our journey.&lt;br /&gt;In the car, we started voting of where to go for the nite. Some say Kota Tinggi, some say&lt;br /&gt;Mersing. Alamak... Kota Tinggi too near. Mersing a bit too far. But at last we went to&lt;br /&gt;Mersing &amp;amp; overnite @ Air Papan. Once reached, Danisha ran out of the car &amp; went towards&lt;br /&gt;the beach. She's too excited. Mcm nemo nampak laut. haha...LOL... *wink wink @ Sis FD*&lt;br /&gt;She &amp;amp; hubby went for a short swim before magrib. The next day I also went for swim.&lt;br /&gt;We rented a canoe. My bros also enjoyed. Only my mum, dad &amp;amp; 2nd bro never swim.&lt;br /&gt;Takut air agaknye. Danisha swim till she went into the water a few times. But she's very&lt;br /&gt;brave. Not so much of activity there (ehm.. no shopping that's wat makes it a bit boring),&lt;br /&gt;but it's very relaxing. Very refreshing. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks... Thank U for reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111692319948788614?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111692319948788614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111692319948788614' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111692319948788614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111692319948788614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-vesak-day.html' title='Happy Vesak Day !!!!'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111648588092133988</id><published>2005-05-19T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T15:02:37.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a cute Day...</title><content type='html'>Danisha... has been calling me mak for the past few days. Mak pun mak lah nak... Asal tau cakap sua...Mak ke nak aku pun tak tau. Sounds the same from her mouth. felat, macam oreng potih makan belachan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat do U guys think of the name Citra Karisma? Mcm sedap eh nama tue. I hint hint to hubby...&lt;br /&gt;reserve the name for the next girl... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh guys... interesting eh.. about the question that Sis D smsed me this morning. The question goes like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Describe me in ONE word. Just one. Send it to me &amp; then send this message to 10 frends &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;see how many wonderful n strange things ppl tink abt U. Text back please. Its fun."&lt;br /&gt;(but I've sent to &gt; 10 ppl). Sorry... rules ignored. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is wat I've got :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irma : Understanding&lt;br /&gt;Emilia : Wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Azita : Sweet (makcik nie angkat aku sweet, pas tue mintak blanja makan. Pandai anak mak.)&lt;br /&gt;Ita : Happy&lt;br /&gt;Sis D : Giler&lt;br /&gt;Ain : Caring&lt;br /&gt;Jessie : Sweet&lt;br /&gt;Norazlina : Friendly&lt;br /&gt;Elfi : Food! (boleh gitu... This is my 2nd bro. Kurang asem)&lt;br /&gt;Hubby : Well-done. (tak tau ape yg well done. when I asked him&lt;br /&gt;"Is it my fats ker.. or my butts". He said everything... It's in the whole package.&lt;br /&gt;He said imagine I'm the steak, lying down on the hotplate sizzling.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; he likes the well done one. LOL. Dat's my hubby... Full of imagination)&lt;br /&gt;Faizal : ShoppingFreak (Dis is my 1st bro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest haven't replied yet. Or the word to use is don't bother to reply...&lt;br /&gt;Malas nak layan si gilers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111648588092133988?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111648588092133988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111648588092133988' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111648588092133988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111648588092133988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-cute-day.html' title='What a cute Day...'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111630908367022362</id><published>2005-05-17T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T13:51:23.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates lagi...</title><content type='html'>Last Sun, I played badminton with my family without hubby. Yesterday I played again wif Hubby. Power... mcm bez gitu.. Tapi ari nie satu badan sakit. tengkuk sakit.. bahu sakit. Jalan kengkang.. LOL. Smalam sakit pinggang.. Tak leh jalan betol. Pinggang I nie weak sikit. Tak leh buat keje ter'over' sikit. Mesti sakit teramat. Nasib baik ada tukang urut. Nasib baikdapat husbang yg understand. Kalau kita tak buat keje umah, dia yg tolong...Itu tolong membesaukan badan I... haha.. Smile... Thanks hubby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum dah sound to me... "Haiz... kau masih datang period? Aku ingatkan dah ada lagi satu." I terkejut jugak dgr mcm tue. Then I replied... "no... not yet"Then my frends @ work always asked me when will be the 2nd one. Ingat senang ker nak melahirkan? Mcm menggadai nyawa oei...haha.. Tapi insyaallah...Kalau ada rezeki, ada lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have U all went to Bali? Is it a nice place?Tot of going for a short wkend trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111630908367022362?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111630908367022362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111630908367022362' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111630908367022362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111630908367022362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/05/updates-lagi.html' title='Updates lagi...'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111595497292578759</id><published>2005-05-13T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T11:29:32.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going for a holiday!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But date &amp; time &amp;amp; venue not confirmed. Anti-climax aje eh aku nie...hahaActually... me &amp; Hubby was thinking to go to UK dis Aug. Mayb a 2-3wks holiday.It's all planned. We have leaves, $$ is ok for a short trip like dat. Timing is juz nice.BUT... Wat a BIG BUTT... How do we bring Danisha together wif us?To leave her wif grannys?? No way... Coz I'll be missing &amp;amp; thinking of her everytime.&amp; she won't be able to sleep without looking @ us @ nite. Haiz... his is the biggest hurdle.To bring her to holiday? wah.. alang jalan kat spore, either of us cant havea peaceful walk/shopping. either must run after her, feed her,change diapers.. etc..Tue baru 1 hari. Ini nak pegi lama2 cam tue. Then don't think we can enjoy ourselves.Plus the time diff &amp;amp; 12 hr in-the-plane-journey. Ya Allah. Can't imagine.&lt;br /&gt;So dis morning.. I was telling hubby, mayb we could go somewhere near. Tot of korea,but scared she can't stand the cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;So where?? where?? where?? Any suggestions?? *conpused*&lt;br /&gt;Dahlah aku nie, mcm nak mati kalau tak pi holiday... Boring seh keje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111595497292578759?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111595497292578759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111595497292578759' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111595497292578759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111595497292578759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-going-for-holiday.html' title='I&apos;m going for a holiday!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111587720566583618</id><published>2005-05-12T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T13:53:25.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE POSITIVE SIDE OF LIFE:</title><content type='html'>Living on Earth is expensive, &lt;br /&gt;   but it does include a free trip&lt;br /&gt;   around the sun every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   How long a minute is&lt;br /&gt;   depends on what side of the&lt;br /&gt;   bathroom door you're on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A truly happy person is one who&lt;br /&gt;    can enjoy the scenery on a detour.&lt;br /&gt;    (ehm ehm... saperlah yang terasa pedas eh.&lt;br /&gt;      Pagi2 nak antar kita pi keje, nak singgah ke&lt;br /&gt;      McD West Coast for a drink as it is too early,&lt;br /&gt;      but ends up lost the way. Haiz...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Birthdays are good for you;&lt;br /&gt;   the more you have,&lt;br /&gt;   the longer you live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Happiness comes through doors you&lt;br /&gt;   didn't even know you left open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ever notice that the people who are late&lt;br /&gt;   are often much jollier&lt;br /&gt;   than the people who have to wait for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If Wal-Mart is lowering prices every day, &lt;br /&gt;  how come nothing is free yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Some mistakes are too much fun  &lt;br /&gt;   to only make once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Don't cry because it's over;&lt;br /&gt;    smile because it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We could learn a lot from crayons:&lt;br /&gt;    some are sharp, some are pretty,  &lt;br /&gt;    some are dull, some have weird names,&lt;br /&gt;    and all are different colors....but&lt;br /&gt;    they all exist very nicely in the same box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Have an awesome day, and &lt;br /&gt;    know that someone   &lt;br /&gt;    who thinks you're great&lt;br /&gt;    has thought about you today!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "And that person was me.".....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111587720566583618?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111587720566583618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111587720566583618' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111587720566583618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111587720566583618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/05/positive-side-of-life.html' title='THE POSITIVE SIDE OF LIFE:'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111578420030343237</id><published>2005-05-11T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T12:03:20.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discipline</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mendisplinkan anak adalah tanggungjawab yang agak besar untuk dilaksanakan oleh kedua ibu bapa. Lebih-lebih lagi jika cara yang digunakan tidak kena atau kurang sesuai. Hal ini akan menyebabkan anak cepat memberontak. Tentunya di kemudian hari, mereka lebih sukar untuk dibentuk. Secara umumnya maksud disiplin adalah peraturan yang ditetapkan untuk melatih seseorang supaya berkelakuan baik. Namun maksud peraturan yang digunakan di sini, bersifat agak tegas dan ‘mesti’. Bagi kanak-kanak yang melalui proses pembesaran, mereka tidak mahu terlalu terkongkong dengan perkataan ‘jangan’.&lt;br /&gt;Bagi mereka perkataan itu seolah-olah memberikan lebih banyak tanda tanya dan akan menyemarakkan lagi rasa ingin tahu mereka. Ibu bapa yang mahir, akan menggunakan perkataan ‘jangan’ yang disertai dengan sebab dan alasan yang kukuh supaya anak-anak lebih mudah memahaminya.&lt;br /&gt;Disiplin terhadap anak-anak perlu dipraktikkan sejak kecil, biarpun ketika masih di dalam kandungan. Hal ini kerana bayi boleh mendengar percakapan serta merasa sentuhan yang secara tidak langsung akan memberikan tindakbalas.&lt;br /&gt;Disiplin penting dalam membentuk perkembangan fizikal, mental dan emosi yang sihat. Pada peringkat satu hingga tujuh tahun, si kecil akan menjadikan ibu bapa, serta kakak dan abangnya sebagai contoh dalam apa jua situasi. Dalam keadaan ini, mereka yang dewasa perlulah menunjukkan nilai yang baik kepada si kecil. Didik mereka dengan kasih sayang dan bukannya dengan kekasaran.&lt;br /&gt;Perkara paling asas yang perlu dilatih kepada anak-anak ialah meminta maaf jika telah melakukan kesalahan, biarpun ia kesalahan kecil. Lazimnya anak-anak sukar meminta maaf. Sebagai contoh, mereka merampas permainan milik kanak-kanak lain, yang disangkakan miliknya.&lt;br /&gt;Peranan ibu bapa adalah memberitahunya bahawa permainan itu kepunyaan kanak-kanak lain dan ajarkan kepada mereka supaya memulangkan semula permainan tersebut. Apa yang lebih penting didik mereka untuk meminta maaf. Dengan cara ini mereka memahami bahawa kepunyaan orang lain tidak boleh diambil tanpa meminta kebenaran.&lt;br /&gt;Selain itu, ucapan terima kasih perlu dipraktikkan. Latihlah mereka untuk mengucapkan terima kasih apabila dihadiahkan barangan. Bukan itu sahaja, anda juga boleh meminta mereka mengucapkan terima kasih sebaik sahaja anda selesai memandikan dan memakaikan mereka baju. Dengan demikian, mulutnya akan ringan untuk mengucapkan terima kasih di atas apa jua perkara. Anak anda akan menjadi anak yang berkeperibadian mulia dan juga disenangi ramai.&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya didikan awal bermula di rumah. Dengan itu, bentuklah anak anda supaya menjadi seseorang yang disegani dan dihormati kelak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bercakap tentang mendisiplin anak, below is wat happen :&lt;br /&gt;Anak ku ini penuh dgn karenahnye tersendiri…Normally at nite before me &amp; hubby sleep, either of us will pat Danisha to sleep. After she slept, then we will sleep on the bed. But last 2 days, we thought of disciplining her as she's already big enuf to sleep on her own. So both of us tido atas katil, &amp;amp; as usual, she'll climb on our bed &amp; sleep in between us. but we usher her away &amp;amp; pointed to her "Barney" pillow where she shud sleep on. she wanted to cry but trying her very best to control (mencebik). Hugging her mashmallow pillow, she walked sadly to her matress on the floor. she lied down &amp; cover her eyes. Both of us control our laughter too. LOL. Then we act dat we're sleeping. She look @ us, turn here, turn there, till she asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dis morning, she woke up @ 6:30 am. After her milk, we asked her, "Mummy sleep here wif Sharlynn ok" (pointing on her matress). She said "NO". Then she points the bed. Asked me to sleep on the bed. Hubby tried too, but go the same reply. Both of us can't stand laughing. Haiz... kena balik. Padan muka kita dua ekor. Kena ajar ngan anak balik. Then this morning, while I was dressing up for work, she took a face sponge &amp; pat on her face while bending down looking at her mini-mirror. When I sprayed perfume, she point to herself. Then I also sprayed @ her. Ya Allah.. dia pun nak siap pi keje. When I asked her where is she going, she replied "Wok". Means work. Maklum... orang pelat.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111578420030343237?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111578420030343237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111578420030343237' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111578420030343237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111578420030343237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/05/discipline.html' title='Discipline'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111561190377962724</id><published>2005-05-08T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T12:12:17.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airport without planes...</title><content type='html'>Hubby came back on Sat am. Played wif Danisha for a while &amp; she slept at 10:30. She's too sleepy coz woke up at 6:45am.I quickly went to cook lunch for my bros &amp;amp; hubby went back home to Zzzzzz..... Coz I got a date wif Irma @ the airport. Danishawas too excited everytime she saw the fountain @ the airport.She too happy... mcm baru kuar dari sangkar. haha... She kept on running(tergelek2, over U..), shouting, dancing.Haiz.. the best part is the mummy forgot to bring her milk bottle. Auntie Irma treated us to Swensen's. Mother's day treat lah katakan. hehe... TQ. Danisha ate ice-cream till comot.&amp; she invent her own soup of the day. Corn &amp;amp; chicken soup mixed with 2 tablespoon of tartar sauce. When she scooped the soup in her mouth, she pushed away the bowl. Never continue eating the soup. haha... Dat's my ger... So cute...Another best thing is... we went to airport, but never go &amp; seethe airplanes. But when my mum asked Danisha how does the airplane looks like, she makes sound like an airplane wif her hand flying. But I told my mum dat we din't even look at airplanes. Hai.. kecik2 dah pandai kelentong nenek. Nenek pun believe sangat ngan cucu dia.Me &amp;amp; Irma bought some roses for our mothers &amp;amp; 1 for my neighbour. Bought one cushioned hear-shaped wif stalk for hubby with a small ladybird. Smile... saje nak buang duit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111561190377962724?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111561190377962724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111561190377962724' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111561190377962724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111561190377962724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/05/airport-without-planes.html' title='Airport without planes...'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111536350584909378</id><published>2005-05-06T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T15:11:45.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat a bloated day...</title><content type='html'>We had a super duper enormous dinner yesterday @ Seoul Garden. There's 6 of us in our dept. We had a great time eating &amp; laughing over silly jokes. After dinner, the rate of mobility is low oredi. No energy to walk.2 mths preggie oredi. Adding on to the existing fats. Back home @ 10pm. Ibu's house so quiet. Tot the little one oredi went to bed, but the moment she heard my voice, she ran out of the room &amp;amp; give me a BIG hug. She's so excited when she saw me. Straight away go &amp; hide herslf behind the cupboard &amp;amp; I have to play hide &amp; seek wif her although I'm high-tide. hehe. After a few hugs &amp;amp; kisses, I put her to sleep. My mum comment &lt;em&gt;"Kau dah balik, baru skarang dia nak tido".&lt;/em&gt; If not she'll be in &amp; out searching for me. Everything people do is not right for her. Only when me &amp;amp; hubby come back, then she can be quiet &amp; happy. Haiz... mcm gini nak pi 2nd honeymoon. Kirim salam sua...Nowadays when she's awaken at nite, she seldom cry. But in the middle on the nite, she'll sit down &amp;amp; beat hard me or hubby. Both of us will be shocked everytime she do that. If it is only once, we can pardon her, but sometimes up to 5 times got beaten by her in the nite. Demam terkejut orang. She also likes to climb up the bed &amp;amp; sleep in between us when she woke up at nite. So jealous of us. Haiz... kalau dah pompuan, pompuan jugak... Mayb aku pun dulu gitu... *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111536350584909378?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111536350584909378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111536350584909378' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111536350584909378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111536350584909378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/05/wat-bloated-day.html' title='Wat a bloated day...'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111526607244515221</id><published>2005-05-05T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:07:52.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>050505</title><content type='html'>What a nice date today.It reminds me of a friend who intends to get married since last 030303. But at that time no boyfrend yet. At 040404, still single, available &amp; happy go lucky. As at today, she's attached to a long-waiting man of her dream. But it's too rush to get married today. Hope at 060606, my daughter will be one of her bride girl to complete her wedding. So happy for her. Hope this will be her future. All the best for her &amp;amp; wishing her all the luck.Today, my husband will be a karunguni man. He'll be buying all the english &amp; malay newspapers to keep in his safe deposit. It's an inheritance from my father who collects newpapers on beautiful &amp;amp; meaningful dates. Furthermore Hubby is so happy that Liverpool beats Chealsea &amp; qualified to the finals. One reason why he wants to keep the newspapers. hehe...Today hubby is on nite shift &amp;amp; I'm not meeting him as my boss giving us a treat tonite. Will miss him sooo much everytime he's no nite shift.But it's ok, I'll I oredi gave him a few hugs &amp; kisses dis morning. *cheeky* C ya tomoro, nite &amp;amp; don't forget to eat ur dinner @ Ibu's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111526607244515221?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111526607244515221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111526607244515221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111526607244515221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111526607244515221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/05/050505.html' title='050505'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111517374122036026</id><published>2005-05-04T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:04:58.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My lovely Darling Danisha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/42/2780/320/Photo0257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/42/2780/320/Photo0257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's 19mths now. Such a playful toddler now. Current hobby is to play badminton. Bought her 2 sets of rackets. One set already broken &amp; the other one is no to her expectation. Still took the&lt;br /&gt;adults' racket to play with. She'll force each &amp;amp; every one to play with her everyday after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Now weighing abt 13kg, I &amp;amp; hubby always breathless when carrying him. Smile... As long as she's healthy, we're happy... My mum everyday will have to think of what to feed her. As she's too worried that her grandaughter will be skinny. hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111517374122036026?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111517374122036026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111517374122036026' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111517374122036026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111517374122036026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-lovely-darling-danisha.html' title='My lovely Darling Danisha...'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111526354387872111</id><published>2005-05-02T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T11:25:43.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback....</title><content type='html'>During the long weekend, for the 3 days was tiring for me. But also enjoyed myself.On Sat went out with my family &amp; ibu's family. Not sure where to go, we juz took the MRT towards town. In the MRT, we're still thinking of where shud we alight. At last, Suntec is our destination.Nothing much there, except wasting our time &amp;amp; energy. My parents don't really enjoy thou.Ends up went to Kampong Glam to have our dinner. Abg Cik wants to treat us as last wk is his birthday. We would like to try out the Turkish or Arabian cruisine there. Walked thru all the streets only saw one Arab restaurant (Samar) &amp; the environment is not to our likings. At last ate at a thai-malay restaurants. Wat to do. Too hungry to say anything.  *sigh*After dinner, it's still early, reached Bugis Juction at 8:30. I'm the first one to rush to Paco. Till my mum comment "Y are U rushing? All the things are not free." I'm rushing to look at the shoes &amp; bags as if there's BIG sales going on. Haiz.. lin... aku dah jangkit kau. Then before I could get myself something(only got a belt for myself), my mom wants to make a move. Oh no... I told her I'm going to the ladies. On the way to the ladies, I went to 2 shoes shop &amp;amp; try to get something for myself. But fail. At last give in &amp; took 2 cabs home. Coz hubby on am shift tomoro...&lt;br /&gt;On Sun, went to a frend's baby shower. The baby is cute. But got some jaundice. The food is not halal, so they bought us KFC. So nice of them. But Danisha keeps on eating the mango pudding.&lt;br /&gt;On Mon, is labour day &amp;amp; public holiday. I should be resting at home &amp; enjoying myself.But it's the opposite. I cleaned up my hm as if tomoro is hari raya. I changes all the curtains, bedsheets, wipe all the cupboards &amp;amp; clear the kitchen. How I wish the elves is there to help. Smile... I worked from 10 - 5pm. Sharlynn is kidnapped by my father. That's the reason I work like nobody business. If she's at hm, I can't do a single thing.Hubby came back &amp;amp; present me a bouquet of pink carnation flowers. So nice of him. As today is our 31st mth anniversary. I too bought him a gift... errmm... a... I tink can't be disclosed here... hehe... That nite, I got a backache. There goes my massager. Thanks to U dear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111526354387872111?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111526354387872111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111526354387872111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111526354387872111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111526354387872111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/05/flashback.html' title='Flashback....'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634615.post-111517050222757243</id><published>2005-05-02T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T11:05:55.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Mia!!!</title><content type='html'>Let me say my thanks to Dahlina who helped me to set up my blogger. At last I can get the pics out. hehe... BUT she only showed me the first part. The other settings was done with all my hardwork. hehe... Actually I created a blog for myself early this yr. But not sure how to upload the pics &amp; don't know how to go abt doing it. So stopped halfway. So now I'm back after the inspiration from Dahlina blog. hehe... Kau inspirasi ku...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/mafia1.jpg' width=128 height=120  &gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12634615-111517050222757243?l=sriedanisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/feeds/111517050222757243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12634615&amp;postID=111517050222757243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111517050222757243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12634615/posts/default/111517050222757243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriedanisha.blogspot.com/2005/05/mama-mia.html' title='Mama Mia!!!'/><author><name>Sri Rahayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852569571265896456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-5/1004813/trios.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
