<?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-25359233</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:40:32.493+08:00</updated><category term='Me and Gossips'/><category term='Family - Adoi and Siti'/><category term='Convent Klang'/><category term='One in a Million'/><category term='Ramadhan'/><category term='Me Mumblings....'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Blogathon 2006'/><category term='Family - Ayu and Megat'/><category term='Vacation and Me'/><category term='Me and Man U'/><category term='Wedding Bells'/><category term='Akademi Fantasia'/><category term='Me Myself and I'/><category term='Announcement'/><category term='Me at work'/><category term='Syawal'/><category term='Tagged'/><category term='American Idol'/><category term='Blogathon 2007'/><category term='Family - Abang'/><category term='Bad day'/><category term='Hanzallah'/><category term='PG13'/><category term='Me and Gadgets'/><category term='Charity'/><category term='Me and Siblings'/><category term='Me and Mommy'/><category term='Me and Movies'/><category term='Rally'/><category term='Food glorious Food'/><category term='Me and Friends'/><category term='Remedies'/><category term='Reality Bites'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Me and Abah'/><category term='News'/><category term='Me and songs'/><title type='text'>Marvellous Collections</title><subtitle type='html'>IF YOU HAVE LIVED YOUR LIFE PRECARIOUSLY, DOES NOT MEAN YOU ARE DOOMED TO DIE A BAD PERSON, AND IF YOU HAVE LIVED YOUR LIFE BY THE BOOKS, IT DOES NOT NECESSARILY MEAN YOU'D BE PROTECTED FROM VICE. THIS IS THE MARVELLOUS UPS AND DOWNS, TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS, TEARS AND LAUGHTERS OF MARVELLOUS ME.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-8740362998527492255</id><published>2008-07-25T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:42:01.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcement'/><title type='text'>Time to move...</title><content type='html'>After a looongggg silent...I've decided to move. Just feel like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scoot to my new &lt;a href="http://maszuzu.blogspot.com"&gt;home&lt;/a&gt; please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it easier to remember??? But I'm still UBA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transferring all the link is loads of hassle..but I'm doing it slowly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch up with you soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-8740362998527492255?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/8740362998527492255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=8740362998527492255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/8740362998527492255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/8740362998527492255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-to-move.html' title='Time to move...'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-6951356912861413918</id><published>2007-12-05T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:14.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family - Adoi and Siti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me at work'/><title type='text'>November happenings...</title><content type='html'>So I've been very busy. Year end really make me busy up to my neck. I have lots of things to blog about and regular blogs to visit not forgetting the facebook...unfortunately time is of the essence and I hardly have enough of it nowadays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternative solutions, combine various entries in one entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th november we celebrated Hanzallah's birthday. It was a small family gathering and  whacking of cakes...delicious!!! And yes Moi sang for the birthday boy as always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pics and the not so "merdu" singing...heheheheee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-05.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376166091781&amp;amp;site=widget-05.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376166091781&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-05.slide.com/p1/288230376166091781/bb_t013_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376166091781&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-05.slide.com/p2/288230376166091781/bb_t013_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WR9klTCUlSQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WR9klTCUlSQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was what made me 45minutes late to work on a sunday morning..Damnit!! At least I made it, some others had to walk pass the barrier and risk of being accused of joining. And then we, my colleague and I had to ease this guest who was supposed to have a full dress rehearsal for a wedding due that night...ouhhh...what a nightmare. He almost wanted to cancel the whole thing. But my sweet talking GM manage to sweet talk him and the rest was history. But the work we had to do??? 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So here's what my staff wrote on her chit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/R1bLd300qEI/AAAAAAAAASc/n4VzJMPPQL8/s1600-h/IMG_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/R1bLd300qEI/AAAAAAAAASc/n4VzJMPPQL8/s400/IMG_0577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140519738752149570" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fit reading this....the whole office cracked with laughter... sabo jer laaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-6951356912861413918?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=206bd50a9c5f6535&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d52256ff384e893b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f6d257d6baac2d23&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/6951356912861413918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=6951356912861413918&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/6951356912861413918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/6951356912861413918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/12/november-happenings.html' title='November happenings...'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/R1bLd300qEI/AAAAAAAAASc/n4VzJMPPQL8/s72-c/IMG_0577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-5232240122386544443</id><published>2007-11-18T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T02:40:09.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation and Me'/><title type='text'>Bandung - November 2007</title><content type='html'>Wowww..I've left the blogging world for quite sometime ehh... It happens at least twice a year, for me. I will have this "malas blogging" syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm back...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with me after that "incident"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya was great as usual. The usual makan-makan and visiting relatives here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the highlight of my silence, was the long awaited Bandung trip. Shop till you drop, phrase that seems to apply to all shoppers in Bandung. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading this AA in-flight magazine, there this column on celebrity being interviewed. Guess who is it this time? Who else but Siti Nurhaliza. One of the question was, where is her favourite shopping place to which she replied Milan, Dubai and SURIA KLCC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll settle for Bandung for now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered buying a GBP20 jacket at a GAP boutique in High Street Ken once only to realised that it has "Made in Indonesia" tag. GBP20 is considerably cheap for a jacket if you're earning in GBP. Now convert that into RM, it's expensive by my standard since I'm now earning in RM. Amazing Bandung allows me to get a pair of GAP jeans and a gorgeous white jacket for RM50!!! Now that's extremely cheap!!! So heck if I get it in Bandung in a factory outlet, what's the difference?? The tag still says "Made in Indonesia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy some of the pics taken in Bandung....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-73.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376164780147&amp;amp;site=widget-73.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376164780147&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-73.slide.com/p1/288230376164780147/bb_t013_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376164780147&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-73.slide.com/p2/288230376164780147/bb_t013_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh...my dad ate accidently ate deep fried "chicken head" thinking it was drumstick..it was covered with the bumbu n all....eeiiwwwwww....yucky.really turned off our appetite... I can actually see the beak and "balung".....yucky!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the Indonesians fry their whole chicken literally as a whole including the head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-be.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376164780478&amp;amp;site=widget-be.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376164780478&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-be.slide.com/p1/288230376164780478/bb_t043_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376164780478&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-be.slide.com/p2/288230376164780478/bb_t043_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-5232240122386544443?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/5232240122386544443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=5232240122386544443&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/5232240122386544443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/5232240122386544443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/11/bandung-november-2007.html' title='Bandung - November 2007'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-7406633548066374572</id><published>2007-10-24T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:14.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Syawal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me at work'/><title type='text'>Akibat tahan......</title><content type='html'>Apakah akibatnya tahan kencing dari pagi hingga pukul 3pm dengan pakaian "skirt"??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rx7_IyCJecI/AAAAAAAAASU/Fa2OSBF-VYY/s1600-h/manneken_pis_boy_peeing_urinating_outdoor_garden_water_fountain_pond_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rx7_IyCJecI/AAAAAAAAASU/Fa2OSBF-VYY/s400/manneken_pis_boy_peeing_urinating_outdoor_garden_water_fountain_pond_med.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124813952329021890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angkat skirt, pulled down my stockings and a tight short pant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the short pants?? Only people my size will understand...heheheeeee... and that's why I hate skirts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit on the bowl and wee wee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apsal tak dengar bunyi yg kuat kadar decibelnyer??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi forgot to pull down the knickers!!!!!! Dangit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even asked me how I manage to clear the mess, but I did. Thanks to always having a spare of knickers in my toiletries bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya....malu nak cerita...tapi ini blog saya...saya akan baca lagi 10tahun akan datang dan gelak sendiri...insya Allah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kalau kalau saya ader penyakit batu karang...mintak dijauhkan..it serves me right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More post Raya stories soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang amatlah busy...amatlah busy....busy menembak, berperang air, memeluk, membaking...dan macam-macam lagi....argghhhh...Facebook adalah sungguh addictive!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-7406633548066374572?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/7406633548066374572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=7406633548066374572&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7406633548066374572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7406633548066374572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/10/akibat-tahan.html' title='Akibat tahan......'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rx7_IyCJecI/AAAAAAAAASU/Fa2OSBF-VYY/s72-c/manneken_pis_boy_peeing_urinating_outdoor_garden_water_fountain_pond_med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-2954427927146000239</id><published>2007-10-12T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:15.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadhan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Syawal'/><title type='text'>Syawal 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rw9fAiCJebI/AAAAAAAAASM/3HrZNYJ7TKE/s1600-h/aidilfitri_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rw9fAiCJebI/AAAAAAAAASM/3HrZNYJ7TKE/s400/aidilfitri_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120415764083997106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/10/ramadhan-and-sacrifices.html"&gt;Last Syawal,&lt;/a&gt; it was my sister's cooking as my mom was feeling rather ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Syawal, I came back last night and saw the rendang was already cooking it's way on the stove. Took a bite and knew it was from "air tangan" mummy. Sedaaappp....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom it's feeling a lil'bit stronger this year and of course the help from the maid is highly appreciated. She could not possibly do the heavy "kacau-kacau" and preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest sister will be travelling back up north with her husband and Qistina today after Friday prayer. Hence the reason why the rendang is up earlier than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure most of you will only read this entry after the long festive break. I've noticed some of you bloggers have posted the last entry prior to Eid since last Friday. Nevertheless, I would like to wish all fellow bloggers..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam Aidilfitri. Mohon maaf, zahir dan batin kalau-kalau ada tersalah kata, bahasa dan perasaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a safe trip and back to those who have kampungs to go back to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here in Shah Alam when all of you come back to invite me for that makan-makan open house..teee..heeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the less fortunate, lets all celebrate the arrival of Syawal with feling of full blessings and humble hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listing fellow bloggers in random orders just like last year, if I did missed anyone, my humble apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brudders Bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pak Adib&lt;br /&gt;2. Brudder Id aka Ariff&lt;br /&gt;3. Pokku&lt;br /&gt;4. Boogie Woogie&lt;br /&gt;5. Gab&lt;br /&gt;6. Azer Mantessa&lt;br /&gt;7. Djin Sakti&lt;br /&gt;8. Akula 69&lt;br /&gt;9. Bertique&lt;br /&gt;10. East 43 Street&lt;br /&gt;11. Gravt&lt;br /&gt;12. Sean Himbo&lt;br /&gt;13. X-eyed Jules&lt;br /&gt;14. Merapu Man&lt;br /&gt;15. Pekasam&lt;br /&gt;16. Red Raven&lt;br /&gt;17. TJ&lt;br /&gt;18. Winged Achrophobic&lt;br /&gt;19. Ordinary Superhero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sistahs Bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Intan SG aka Melopong&lt;br /&gt;2. Jade aka Aquajade&lt;br /&gt;3. Jolie aka ineednewspine&lt;br /&gt;4. Sheryl aka shoesaddict&lt;br /&gt;5. Dahling aka Raden Galoh&lt;br /&gt;6. Kak Lady&lt;br /&gt;7. Mak Lang aka dariteratakmaklang&lt;br /&gt;8. Kak Sya&lt;br /&gt;9. Kak Teh aka chocablog&lt;br /&gt;10. Ayong&lt;br /&gt;11. Angerik Merah&lt;br /&gt;12. Sher aka Cosmic Gurl&lt;br /&gt;13. D aka pausetoreflect&lt;br /&gt;14. Dnas aka Dayang Zone&lt;br /&gt;15. Dia aka itisollaboutdia&lt;br /&gt;16. Drama Mama&lt;br /&gt;17. Elisa aka spreadthejam&lt;br /&gt;18. Fay aka anakcina&lt;br /&gt;19. FG aka Famygirl&lt;br /&gt;20. Freax and Geex&lt;br /&gt;21. Gart aka gartgrowls&lt;br /&gt;22. Ruby aka Mak Nenek&lt;br /&gt;23. Isas&lt;br /&gt;24. Itote&lt;br /&gt;25. Lollies&lt;br /&gt;26. Missy Aphroditekuzz&lt;br /&gt;27. Nadia&lt;br /&gt;28. Ninuk&lt;br /&gt;29. Nore&lt;br /&gt;30. Nutty&lt;br /&gt;31. Onde-Onde&lt;br /&gt;32. Primary Basic&lt;br /&gt;33. Trueblue&lt;br /&gt;34. Flushhead&lt;br /&gt;35. Mak Andeh&lt;br /&gt;36. Bluewonder&lt;br /&gt;37. Kak Elle&lt;br /&gt;38. Blackfeline&lt;br /&gt;39. Mamarock&lt;br /&gt;40. Rotidua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all the random bloggers that have dropped by...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-2954427927146000239?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/2954427927146000239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=2954427927146000239&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/2954427927146000239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/2954427927146000239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/10/syawal-2007.html' title='Syawal 2007'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rw9fAiCJebI/AAAAAAAAASM/3HrZNYJ7TKE/s72-c/aidilfitri_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-5537894847542994084</id><published>2007-10-09T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T00:14:01.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadhan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Convent Klang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality Bites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me at work'/><title type='text'>Sorrowful day...</title><content type='html'>O Allah, forgive and have mercy upon him and pardon him, and make honourable his reception. Expand his entry, and cleanse him with water, snow and ice and purify him of sin as a white robe, is purified of filth. Exchange his home for a better home and his family for a better family, and his spouse for a better spouse. Admit him into the Garden, protect him from the punishment of the grave and the torment of Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'O Allah, forgive our living and our dead, those present and those absent, our young and our old, our males and our females. O Allah, whom amongst us You keep alive, then let such life be upon Islam, and whom amongst us You take unto Yourself, then let such a death be upon faith. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'O Allah, do not deprive us of his reward and do not let stray after him.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'O Allah they are under Your care and protection so protect him from the trial of the grave and torment of Fire. Indeed You are faithful and truthful. You are The Oft-Forgiving, The Most-Merciful'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'O Allah, Your servant and the son of Your maidservant is in need of Your mercy and You are without need of his punishment. If he was righteous, then increase his reward and if he was wicked then look over his sin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was startled during my sleep sometime past midnight. Grab the phone and noticed it was about 2.30ish am. Noticed there's a message unread. Click 'ok'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Salam.. my father passed away t 8.45pm, today at our Klang home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innalillah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued my disturbed sleep and woke up earlier then usual to do "ziarah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the office around 10nish and was informed that one of staff's wife died unexpectedly leaving behind 4 children, the youngest being only 3 months and still on breast feeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm caught off guard..2 deaths in between few hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sorrowful day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of enjoying preparation for Syawal, I'm bound thinking of how the kids and my friend's family will greet it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless life has to go on. I can only pray that ALLAH S.W.T will guide and shower the family of the deceased with strong heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's offer our prayer for Norzaiha's father and Azizi's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are indeed in a better place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-5537894847542994084?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/5537894847542994084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=5537894847542994084&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/5537894847542994084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/5537894847542994084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/10/sorrowful-day.html' title='Sorrowful day...'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-791992568747087313</id><published>2007-10-05T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:15.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Convent Klang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Of good old days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RwUg7iCJeZI/AAAAAAAAAR8/A7C9dEQlX8g/s1600-h/391148727_18697ecb62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RwUg7iCJeZI/AAAAAAAAAR8/A7C9dEQlX8g/s400/391148727_18697ecb62.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117532758696622482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call couple of days ago from an old friend. My alma mater will be having charity night dinner on the 3rd Nov. She was at the school doing some invigilating work and the teacher has asked her to help in selling the tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been to my school since the day I picked up my SPM result. Phewww...14 years ago??? That long???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after 14 years, some teachers still have my name at the back of their palm. Aaaa...and why is that?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend said somehow the teachers remembered more of the art streams students compared to the science stream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said, sure laaa..who wants to remember the geeks?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the arts gals colored the school with life and attitude....but thanks to these geeks who made our school at top ranking year after year academically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good old days...This I must say was one of the best moment of my life. I shall cherished it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm humming the school song now...but only managed to get to the second sentence..&lt;br /&gt;Any Old Girls out there can help with the full lyrics?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh...every convent I know have this other school that we're always trying to bring down...ours was MGS Klang...hahahahaaaaa.....which one was yours??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love my softball years and I thanked MGS for making us a better team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hustle up!!! Hustle up!!!  Swing batter, swing batter, swing batter, swing...swing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-791992568747087313?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/791992568747087313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=791992568747087313&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/791992568747087313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/791992568747087313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/10/of-good-old-days.html' title='Of good old days...'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RwUg7iCJeZI/AAAAAAAAAR8/A7C9dEQlX8g/s72-c/391148727_18697ecb62.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-7271964404961976100</id><published>2007-10-03T08:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T09:23:38.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Mumblings....'/><title type='text'>What say you....</title><content type='html'>My comments box have been attacked yet again.....Hmmm...should I disable anonymous comments? Maybe I should...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the new ASTRO numbering channels. Do you like them? I don't... maybe it's still new, something new it's always hard to accept. I'm having difficult time remembering channels. And all the channels are jumbled up. The National TV channels are not together, numbers are not in sequence etc...etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to deal with numbers at work and now at home too :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What say you??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-7271964404961976100?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/7271964404961976100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=7271964404961976100&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7271964404961976100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7271964404961976100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-say-you.html' title='What say you....'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-7781427231882739196</id><published>2007-09-28T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T01:18:55.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me at work'/><title type='text'>The humble, the good and the BODOH SOMBONG!!</title><content type='html'>If there's anything at left for RHB to be proud of, credit must be given to Mr Lee at Maharajalela Branch for bending the rules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he did not bend it like "leeckham" I would be shopping with "air liur" this saturday. Damn pencopek!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear if I ever kena "seluk saku" lagi, I will knock myself on the wall!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mr Lee, for making me smile that Wednesday. Dah lah aku rempuh hujan naik monorail from BN to Maharajalela dengan uniform aku yg antaranyer adalah black jacket!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached there, the lady at the counter said, they cannot give me a new card without my original mykard. WTF!!!! What the hell we have temporary ID for then? How the hell am I going to withdraw my money??? I demand for the Bank Manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much persuading, showing my unhappiness with the procedure and how it was inconvenient for me...he finally gave in. Ahhhh....victory...Power of persuasion do comes in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kringgg...kringg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good afternoon, Housekeeping , May I assist you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolong bagi baju lepas mandi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr...baju lepas mandi?? errr...baju macam mana yer tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma...dier tak paham laaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaaa..takkan baju lepas mandi tak tau...cakap ngan dier dlm laci ader satu jer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baju lepas mandi, yg dalam laci tu..ader satu jer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cik MMMMMM.....baju lepas mandi tu bathrobe!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh....nak bathrobe yer?? Itu namer dier bathrobe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaa...tak kisah lah namer dier aper pun....hantar satu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tup...letak telefon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah lah BODOH...SOMBONG plak tu!!!! Inilah MELAYU kiter...kalau kutuk lebih terasa. Niece aku yg lima tahun pun tau bathrobe tu aper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argghhh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kring...Kring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good afternoon, Housekeeping, May I assist you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allo.. err...may I knooww where I can wash my hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...no water in your bathroom ma'am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No...no...I want to make beeeyootifool hare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful hairrr???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...u know..pleety..pleety hare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh...hair salon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solly..i no sepeakk..englis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U sepeeakk...mandarin ma'am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...no undestand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk...talk mandarin, hokkien, cantonesse??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouuhhh...talk..talkk...chinesee...shanghai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOuuhh...ok.wait (Grab my chinese staff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaaaa....blaa.a...blaaaa....blaaaaa....blaaaa...bukit bintang, klcc...monorail...taxi..blaa...blaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xie xie nie...(thank you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabar...sabar.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-7781427231882739196?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/7781427231882739196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=7781427231882739196&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7781427231882739196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7781427231882739196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/09/humble-good-and-bad.html' title='The humble, the good and the BODOH SOMBONG!!'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-7109766818797536813</id><published>2007-09-22T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:15.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family - Abang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality Bites'/><title type='text'>Memory remains....</title><content type='html'>I pray for the soul of our little angel - Adik Nurin Jazlin, rest in peace my girl, you are now in a better place...insya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the police wants to do something right, this is the time. Get the bastard who did this. I wish for him to be tortured and die slowly. But instead they said they are going to press charge Nurin's parent for negligence. I mean...wtf!!! Do they have to announce after the funeral??? Have they no feelings??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurin Jazlin was pronounce dead within the past 24hours from the time they found the sports bad. So imagine the ordeal she has to go through, I can't even describe it. My tears drop again when I saw the papers today. Yes..I am that emotional. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everytime I look at her photo, she reminds me of my niece, Mashitah. It send shivers to my spine, thinking if this happen to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mashitah...mashitah..I miss that little girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RvUlGyCJeXI/AAAAAAAAARs/NhCcTWrpiq4/s1600-h/nurin%2Bjazlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RvUlGyCJeXI/AAAAAAAAARs/NhCcTWrpiq4/s400/nurin%2Bjazlin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113033750389291378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RvUlHCCJeYI/AAAAAAAAAR0/swTHRu_quRQ/s1600-h/mashitah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RvUlHCCJeYI/AAAAAAAAAR0/swTHRu_quRQ/s400/mashitah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113033754684258690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Mashitah, my brother, &lt;a href="http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-rememberance-of-abang.html"&gt;Mashitah's father&lt;/a&gt; died 2 years ago on Sept 20th 2005. For the whole of that Thursday, apart from hearing the news on Nurin Jazlin and the opening of Pavillion KL, I was trying to remember what else was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home, I remembered that it was the day that my brother went to meet his Creator. All the memories came back. When I reached home, I told my mom that it has been 2 years already. And so much has happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for Abg's soul to be among the pious and that one day I will be his neighbour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh..I was reading &lt;a href="http://the-cekik-musang.blogspot.com"&gt;AphroditeKuzz&lt;/a&gt; entry on this chaotic HOBO been creating, I chatted with him once and he claimed he knew my late brother. Years ago, they used to play for the rugby national under 21 team, I think. He mentioned that once while on training, he accidentally knock him off and my brother reciprocate by saying "sxxl..la kau ni kalut!!! kawan sendiri pun nak langgar" or something like that. But my brother died 2 years ago when he was 36, so if he's still alive that makes him 38 this year. Not 40 yet as AphroditeKuzz describe HOBO. So Mr Hobo, if you were telling a true drama, good for you...but if it was a just a pure luck thingy...that's so pathetic!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-7109766818797536813?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/7109766818797536813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=7109766818797536813&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7109766818797536813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7109766818797536813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/09/memory-remains.html' title='Memory remains....'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RvUlGyCJeXI/AAAAAAAAARs/NhCcTWrpiq4/s72-c/nurin%2Bjazlin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-5968065042876924905</id><published>2007-09-19T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:17.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadhan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality Bites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>You win some..you lose some...</title><content type='html'>What did I win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't actually win anything instead I got them as presents.... So what did I get....not many but it's special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RvE7sFu-8gI/AAAAAAAAARc/HFOA9MU4K-0/s1600-h/IMG_2605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RvE7sFu-8gI/AAAAAAAAARc/HFOA9MU4K-0/s400/IMG_2605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111932680681746946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RvE7sFu-8hI/AAAAAAAAARk/H1ONH2vVXIU/s1600-h/IMG_2606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RvE7sFu-8hI/AAAAAAAAARk/H1ONH2vVXIU/s400/IMG_2606.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111932680681746962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaah..I loicke Tweety...I tot i taw a putty tat..I tit..tit.... Did I mentioned my friend hand made this card. She does lovely cards....cute ehh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RvE6uVu-8dI/AAAAAAAAARE/3s3EYZJ31tQ/s1600-h/IMG_2602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RvE6uVu-8dI/AAAAAAAAARE/3s3EYZJ31tQ/s400/IMG_2602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111931619824824786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought these for me...It's hard for me to find sandals that fits me perfectly and this one fits me perfectly..It was also cheap..only RM39.90...hehhh..hehhh..now I know where to go for comfy cheap sandals...they have many collections of gorgeous sandals...I loickee.....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RvE20Vu-8aI/AAAAAAAAAQs/kcmcE8AdP0k/s1600-h/IMG_2601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RvE20Vu-8aI/AAAAAAAAAQs/kcmcE8AdP0k/s400/IMG_2601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111927324857528738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me friend above...just know how to get me things. Just what I need...a bag to match my sandal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RvE6ulu-8eI/AAAAAAAAARM/squUUsdlyig/s1600-h/DSC01007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RvE6ulu-8eI/AAAAAAAAARM/squUUsdlyig/s400/DSC01007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111931624119792098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengkiu...tengkiu...mak lang for this lovely bag...again specially handmade for moi!!!  Cantekkk!!! me sukerrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RvE20lu-8bI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2wvqR7ZPccg/s1600-h/IMG_2603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RvE20lu-8bI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2wvqR7ZPccg/s400/IMG_2603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111927329152496050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taaraaaaa!!!! 3 new things to add into my list...I so like earth color things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RvE7r1u-8fI/AAAAAAAAARU/bh1xHYQmGKs/s1600-h/DSC01009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RvE7r1u-8fI/AAAAAAAAARU/bh1xHYQmGKs/s400/DSC01009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111932676386779634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one above...mak lang made it for my friend...hehhhehheee..she actually like mine, the flower design. But since it was my birthday...so I get pick first...tengkiu dodie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arggghhhhh!!! This is the painful part. On Monday, I went to BB to breakfast with couple of office mates. We took the monorail at Bukit Nanas and got down at BB.  I thot someone was pushing me extra hard and felt like my bag was rummage thru. But I was on the phone. As soon as I got down the monorail I felt that I should check my bag and true to my instinct, my wallet was gone!!!! kapishh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happened it a split second... Phone rang seconds before approaching the BB Station, the idiot must have noticed that I did not zip my bag when I took out the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dangit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang dugaan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 ATM's card&lt;br /&gt;Driving license which had my 18yp picture on it....grrrr&lt;br /&gt;MYKad&lt;br /&gt;MyOldIc which had my 12yo picture on it...double grrr....sentimental yoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;UK NI Card&lt;br /&gt;MPH Membership card&lt;br /&gt;Blood Identification card&lt;br /&gt;Old UK Student card&lt;br /&gt;London Tube Map&lt;br /&gt;EPF Card&lt;br /&gt;Cash about RM60ish...phewww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my GUCCI wallet I bought like 10years ago dgn titik peluh gaji maser muder muder....uwaaaa!!!!! me cannot afford that now...you know how leather gets better year after year.....uwaaaaa!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bensi!!!!...Bensi!!!!Bensi!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah..berikan lah aku tahap kesabaran yang tinggi...and please if someone finds my wallet, please call me, my name card is in there.....sedihh woooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas buka puasa, straight to police station. Then called 4 banks on the way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must give credit to HSBC for having the most efficient telebankers!!! My call was picked up in less than 2 minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MBB....comes 2nd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PBB...3rd place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst among the lot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RHB!!! damn machine voice was entertaining me for like what seems ages!!! like 10 minutes or so!! Blood sucking bank!!! Sajer taktik nak perabih bill henfon aku!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the contact number they gave on the fliers of Nurin(the missing child) is reliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh menduga kan indeed..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope next week will be better. Ouhh...and I was called for an interview. I went and was told they will call me next week. Not gonna put my hope high this time...we'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-5968065042876924905?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/5968065042876924905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=5968065042876924905&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/5968065042876924905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/5968065042876924905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-win-someyou-lose-some.html' title='You win some..you lose some...'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RvE7sFu-8gI/AAAAAAAAARc/HFOA9MU4K-0/s72-c/IMG_2605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-2482385277215044258</id><published>2007-09-16T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:51:41.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadhan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Traffic stress...</title><content type='html'>Ramadhan Al-Mubarak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam semua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th day into saum. How is everyone doing? I feel the Ramadhan this year it's cooling, perhaps it's too early to say. I'm glad it's going on smoothly for me despite having to handle the opening of our suite floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbagai-bagai juadah sudah aku rasa dibulan mulia ini. Baik yang dimasak ataupun yang dibeli. Yang dimasak sudah tentu tentulah bukan dari air tangan aku. Kebanyakkan dari air tangan kakak aku. Tiap kali makan, mummy akan bertanya, ok tak..ada yang kurang? Jawapan aku senang sahaja, apapun bukan mummy yang masak, so I still know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday nawaitu nak berbuka dirumah, maklumlah hari pertama aku berbuka dipejabat gara-gara menunggu brudder yang hantar tilam baru itu. Rahmatnya, dari pejabat aku terus ke masjid untuk menunaikan terawih. Alhamdullilah... sebab kalau dirumah harus selepas berbuka, maghrib dan isya, syaitan-syaitan yang dikurung itu tetap dapat menggoda aku untuk terus menonton astro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bergerak dari pejabat sekitar pukul 4.45pm dan aku sampai rumah lagi 3 minit untuk berbuka itupun setelah membuat pit stop di pasar ramadhan yang pada ketika itu hanya tinggal sisa sisa sahaja. Dapatlah aku membeli 3 putu piring untuk mummy dan yong tau foo. Ok lah tu..dari balik dengan tangan kosong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbalik kepada "traffic jam" tahap gaban hari Jumaat itu. Memang serik..itu adalah kali terakhir aku akan keluar 4.45pm. Aku boleh pulang pukul 4pm kalau mahu, jadi selepas ini, aku akan memastikan yang aku akan bergerak dari carpark pada pukul 4.05pm ataupun tunggulah sahaja untuk berbuka di pejabat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnye sungguh menduga aku. Sudah aku berjanji untuk tidak memaki hamun, namun kesesakan lalu lintas yang berlaku, memang menguji kesabaran aku. Kena pula ada pemandu yang skema tak tentu pasal!! Dah la aku bagi jalan, lepas tu gerak macam siput and the car in front of her is like a mile away!!! Mana aku tak hangin??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku dah menggunakan segala jenis short-cut yang aku tahu, semua tidak berhasil...arrghhh!!! sungguh penat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harap-harap minggu depan akan lebih baik...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan ouhh....good news..I've got 5 days of leave for Raya...cukup lah..cuti lama-lama pun boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-2482385277215044258?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/2482385277215044258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=2482385277215044258&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/2482385277215044258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/2482385277215044258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/09/traffic-stress.html' title='Traffic stress...'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-6346437460406062790</id><published>2007-09-12T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T10:04:27.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food glorious Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadhan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation and Me'/><title type='text'>Sneak preview on Long Beach vacation...</title><content type='html'>After 8 days I'm back into reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 2 days trying to recover from post-vacation mood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back full force...with bad rashes and reaaaalllyyy tanned...hitam more like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many many thanks for the birthday wishes, belum sempat reply lagi..insya Allah soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still blur blur skit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan Al-Mubarak to all, semoga Ramadhan kali ini memberi rahmat yang tak terhingga kepada semua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bb1d2b6450e6843b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbb1d2b6450e6843b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329869889%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F5792CBF90E5C0B826FAA30EAF0755618A63662.3339B1C4E2F7FA86BFC556D3E19FF351046290ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbb1d2b6450e6843b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKd-iqHhsYJDrIFoUp7-JExya31s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbb1d2b6450e6843b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329869889%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F5792CBF90E5C0B826FAA30EAF0755618A63662.3339B1C4E2F7FA86BFC556D3E19FF351046290ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbb1d2b6450e6843b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKd-iqHhsYJDrIFoUp7-JExya31s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please enjoy the food pics, those I whack during my vacation...nasib dah nak posa..can recover back...hehh..hehhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-91.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376163001489&amp;amp;site=widget-91.slide.com" style="width: 400px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RthDbELPFoI/AAAAAAAAAQc/jvE1XI2lkGs/s400/Malaysian+flag.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104904309880854146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RthDbULPFpI/AAAAAAAAAQk/-kTEdaBG0QQ/s1600-h/bxp35137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RthDbULPFpI/AAAAAAAAAQk/-kTEdaBG0QQ/s400/bxp35137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104904314175821458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What MERDEKA means to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has and always will be my birthday.... The day the nation celebrate independence, I celebrate a day of being a year errrr..wiser :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of days ago, mom said we do not understand what "MERDEKA" means, just because I ridiculed the fact she insisted to fly the flag at the balcony. She said, if we had to go through what she had to go through pre-merdeka, we would appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grow  ..eheemm.. wiser..I don't feel we're Merdeka..there's still something missing, a gap somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My few small years abroad have given me different perspective in life. Racism yeah..it exists everywhere, different cultures and religions. On some bad day people get thrown by bad eggs or stones...so shit happens. After the 9/11 it was even worst, anyone with hijab is a threat to their so called better society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite what's going on, at the work place, there are rights. Rights for all to work in peace and harmony. A right to bicker, to bitch, to shag, to snog...errr..okeh..whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 2 somalians who wore hijab at work. The management allowed this as long as it's neat and black in color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in KL, in the industry I am and under the much talk about Islam Hadhari by Pak Lah, all the staffs have to remove their hijab just to earn a living. I know we have options, but sometimes in a country where there isn't much to offer, what choices do these people have? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merdeka kah aku? Merdeka kah aku for letting this happen? Everyday I ask myself this..merdeka kah negara ini, sedangkan negara yang bukan Islam agama rasminya tapi masih membenarkan pemakaian hijab di tempat kerja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my heart feel for these people, but what can I do? I'm earning a living too.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Merdeka kah kita sepenuhnye??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 32, I don't think I'm MERDEKA yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME...&lt;br /&gt;NOT A DAY OLDER BUT A YEAR WISER&lt;br /&gt;MAY ALLAH BLESS ME WITH MORE GREAT YEARS TO COME&lt;br /&gt;MAY ALLAH BLESS ME WITH HIS RAHMAT DAN NIKMAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning before I left, my mom wished me HAPPY BIRTHDAY, I saw her looking fragile, she hugged me. I asked for her forgiveness, I asked her to halal my makan and minum and I asked for her to wish me well. They say a mother's word is the best ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, Allah, kau ampunilah dosa kedua ibu-bapaku, berikanlah mereka kesihatan yang baik, kelak nanti kau letakkan lah mereka dikalangan orang-orang yg mulia disisiMu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Perhentian where I hope to be liberated by the fresh air, clear water and free sun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all in 8 days!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-802834759094432549?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/802834759094432549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=802834759094432549&amp;isPopup=true' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/802834759094432549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/802834759094432549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/08/merdeka-kah-kita.html' title='Merdeka kah kita??'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RthDbELPFoI/AAAAAAAAAQc/jvE1XI2lkGs/s72-c/Malaysian+flag.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-4692692880752675154</id><published>2007-08-29T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:18.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation and Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Man U'/><title type='text'>Long Island'g...here I come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RtWkRkLPFnI/AAAAAAAAAQU/kjrf8pY1CsQ/s1600-h/484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RtWkRkLPFnI/AAAAAAAAAQU/kjrf8pY1CsQ/s400/484.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104166374369859186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Perhentian it is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going thru my checklist....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- beach attires...sesimple yg mungkin..dan boleh direcycle!!&lt;br /&gt;- croc sandal and night glittering sandal...hahahhaaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;- beach hat....still looking for one!!&lt;br /&gt;- beach bag....to carry stuffs&lt;br /&gt;- shades....this is my trade mark!! naik LRT kul 7 pagi pun dah pakai..&lt;br /&gt;- goggles&lt;br /&gt;- swimming suit....snorkelling whoahoaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;- medical kit i.e panadol, tiger balm, insect repellant, plaster&lt;br /&gt;- body and face sunblock...tak bawak kalu, aku balik rentung!!!&lt;br /&gt;- digicam with extra memory card, batteries and charger...nak posing gaban nieh!!&lt;br /&gt;- handphone and charger...connection to real world..&lt;br /&gt;- mini hair dryer...kalu takder rambut aku macam dawai!!!&lt;br /&gt;- chinese fan... nanti nak duk tepi pantai, panas kalu leh kipas sendiri..:)&lt;br /&gt;- toiletries...ooouhhh...vely the important..&lt;br /&gt;- cash...extremely important!!!&lt;br /&gt;- junk food...junk food....and 3 in 1 drinks..to keep me awake while driving..&lt;br /&gt;- car handphone charger, incase some route no radio signal, i can listen to my mp3&lt;br /&gt;- undergarments...penting nie..&lt;br /&gt;- reading material, As I was passing by, by Adibah Amin and The Time Traveller's Wife  &lt;br /&gt;  by Audrey Niffenegger....leisure reading by the beach.....aaaahhhh....bestnyer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course a reasonably good condition car to get us there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itinerary -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st - leaving SA at 5am. Pick my friend at Jalan Kuching at off we go!!&lt;br /&gt;     - ETA Kerteh prolly at tennish. Staying one night at mak lang's house... dah   &lt;br /&gt;       terbayang-bayang all the finger licking food...yummmeh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st  - Leave for Besut Jeti, at 8am. ETA Besut prolly noon. Grab a boat and off we go&lt;br /&gt;       to Long Island...yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;     - ETA Long Islang, will look for chalet, please lemme have a decent chalet to &lt;br /&gt;       stay in...one that have AC and attached toilet!!!&lt;br /&gt;2nd  - Free n easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd  - Free n easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th  - Bubbye Long Island...see you again!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;     - Singgah Pasar Payang @ KT, borong segala kepuk yg ader, get for mum serunding &lt;br /&gt;       daging and also grab kepok leko and sata...slurppp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 4th, the plan is to have no plan, we might end up at kerteh again, if mak lang dun mind...(muker tak malu nie) or cherating perhaps 2 nites...hmmm..can do also kan?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th - Leave for KL from wherever we are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooo looking forward to this break.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh..btw, we won against spurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just pure luck...anyway I dun care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, but I just want to tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had the major ball possesion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also we did it without the double R!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BIG GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaaaa..gotcha boss!!!  fadan mukerss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the LRT yesterday, during the peak hours, squeezing myself in and I saw this bedah who had drag make-up on, (serious!!!..tebal sehinci siot!!) and wearing...read this... brown turtle neck with front zip cardigan!!! and it was zipped aaaaalllll the way up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giler per bedah ni???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wun even wear this in the UK summer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 50TH MERDEKA TO ALL....MERDEKA KAH KITER??? HMMMM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The under 23 football team won against Myanmar, 3-1 tonight. Padan la jem gilers after the toll tonite.. I hope this will sparks some "semangat" to "THE LOSERS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I heard KJ is in the FAM or sumthing??? They never learn, do they??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my next entry.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-4692692880752675154?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/4692692880752675154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=4692692880752675154&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/4692692880752675154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/4692692880752675154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-islanghere-i-come.html' title='Long Island&apos;g...here I come...'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RtWkRkLPFnI/AAAAAAAAAQU/kjrf8pY1CsQ/s72-c/484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-1536336113646463154</id><published>2007-08-23T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:19.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality Bites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me at work'/><title type='text'>Adab- adab vacation...</title><content type='html'>This is a post for Kak Bedah and Abg Budin sekeluarga, Mr Ah Beng and family and Macha Muthusamy sekeluarga all over Malaysia and maybe perhaps in Singapore too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musim sekolah sudah tiba and for Singaporeans coming soon to ehh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning for short breaks with family? To KL for those who lives outside KL and Selangor or some other places perhaps - beach or Taman Negara maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is and wherever it may be, please...please...on behalf of the makciks and kakaks that are earning ala ala kais pagi makan pagi, don't torture them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is bad enough that we have the Arab tourists that treats the hotel like their &lt;br /&gt;friggin' home and the maids like their orang gaji!! We don't that kind of Malaysians do we?? Noooo..we're polite and understanding people dan semestinyer bukan pengotor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask any chamber maids from any hotel within KL on which race yg sgt problematic and maner yg easy to handle they will give you straight answers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stating here the guideline to stay in a hotel or chalet or aper aper jer la that requires maid services...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rs0amkLPFjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/PuV50bUm39s/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rs0amkLPFjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/PuV50bUm39s/s400/Picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101763202728793650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rs0ankLPFkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/VzQEyGeV6OU/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rs0ankLPFkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/VzQEyGeV6OU/s400/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101763219908662850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rs0aoELPFlI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tkUdKedCkfY/s1600-h/SV300007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rs0aoELPFlI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tkUdKedCkfY/s400/SV300007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101763228498597458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the pictures above..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the rooms you are taking has only 2 beds, please don't make it into 3. You know how bloody heavy is the matress and the divan?? Setakat buat satu bilik and byk org tolong boleh la criter kan?? Try cleaning up 16rooms like that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes tuan-tuan dan puan-puan sumer are on a tight budget, kang tak bawak holiday, bini mengamuk, anak-anak memberontak kan?? So we understand la..nak kena bawak mattress turun la,  pull divan here and there but please..please re-arrange back on a daily basis until you checked out. If not for every single stay the maids will have to adjust the bed position... It sucks big time you know??? Housekeeping nightmare tau?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rs0apELPFmI/AAAAAAAAAQM/BLxFlemy9o0/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rs0apELPFmI/AAAAAAAAAQM/BLxFlemy9o0/s400/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101763245678466658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then biler dah banyak in the room, then you will need to request more amenities and towels. Pun we understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ini, dah la bagi extra pastuh pie stain kan bagai nak rak!!! APER NIEH??? Lepas tuh..tak cukup curik la plak....lagi la hampas!!! setakat duk bilik standard yg towels dier lagi cantik lagi towel baru kat tesco, let me advise you ladies and gentlemen tak yah la curik towels dier...pathetic la saper yg buat tu...alang alang kalo nak curik..duk la suite ke kan...baru la high end amenities and towels kitaorg provide...alang alang nak curik kan..baik la amik yg 300TC Egyptian kan??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rs0V6kLPFhI/AAAAAAAAAPk/vaNCTQRWbLQ/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rs0V6kLPFhI/AAAAAAAAAPk/vaNCTQRWbLQ/s400/Image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101758048768038418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please hang your clothes at the cloth line provided in the bathroom. Ini bukan flat DBKL yg boleh jemur kat balkoni yer tuan, tuan dan puan puan... And if you have too much clothes just send them for washing via the hotel laundry service and if that's too expensive by your standard please go to the many many self-service laundry provided around the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rs0V60LPFiI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Cx7MtOT-s80/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rs0V60LPFiI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Cx7MtOT-s80/s400/Image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101758053063005730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a BIG NO..NO!!!  Raser-raser kalau nak hidup lama tolong la jgn buat benda tak patut ni!!!  This is simple basic science, you put fabric on a lighted hot light bulb it can sparks fire!! So please ladies and gentlemen, have some common sense for cryin' out loud!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I've taken more horrible pictures of rooms that look worst that what Katrina did to New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon people..we are better than that!! Have some mercy for the makciks and kakaks that are cleaning the rooms. I know you pay for the room..etc..etc...but if that's were your home, would you do the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hoteliers, The Arabs are known all over the world as our worst nightmare but the amount of $$$$ that they put in is undoubtly everyone's dream vacation...splurge..splurge.... Please don't let Malaysians be label the same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak...penat skrg nieh..penat...penat tgk bilik cuti sekolah nie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me go now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-1536336113646463154?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/1536336113646463154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=1536336113646463154&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/1536336113646463154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/1536336113646463154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/08/adab-adab-vacation.html' title='Adab- adab vacation...'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rs0amkLPFjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/PuV50bUm39s/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-72455909321356696</id><published>2007-08-20T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T16:16:33.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Man U'/><title type='text'>Cornered Morning....</title><content type='html'>This morning briefing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh..come nearer everyone..come nearer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got no voice.... too happy screaming of happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Why la ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN U lost maaaa...to Manchester City summore!!! Richard da man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh..maybe aaa..without the double R....Man U is nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr....berasapp..asapp!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : u wait..u wait BOSS.....wait when Chelsea is down...u wait n see!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-72455909321356696?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/72455909321356696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=72455909321356696&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/72455909321356696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/72455909321356696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/08/cornered-morning.html' title='Cornered Morning....'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-6991432915858785690</id><published>2007-08-16T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T11:26:00.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>21 things I want in a lover</title><content type='html'>21??? if I can get 5 out of 21 would be a blessing already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-cekik-musang.blogspot.com"&gt;Missy K.U&lt;/a&gt; dahling ............   Here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Financial stability - those days when moi used to say, money is not important, is the heart that counts. I feel like spitting to myself now. So ok money is not everything but is part of everything....moi tak nak hipokrit ok!! Not that I want someone who has billions like Bill Gates tapi kalau setakat dah kawin mak nak beli baju dalam pun nak kena pikir seratuih kali...thank you so much laa...I rather remain single...at least he must be able to sustain himself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fairer than me - ok... bukan nyer racist or anything of that species..I wud prefer my otherhalf to be fairer than me disebabkan saya agak gelap. Saya amat mementingkan breed yang saya akan hasilkan hehhh..hehhhh....Infect I said to my mom once....I want someone that can give me gorgeousssss juniors!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Taller than moi - 6ft wud be purrfeeecctt... Just so I'll appear tiny next to him...Kurang kurang takde la nampak cam no 10...hehhh..hehhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Minimum requirement - Must be able to converse in English and several other language if possible. Dan cakap Melayu is essential too sbb sometimes I want to campur the language yg takder direct translation in English..get wht I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have an excellent English....but if everytime I try to have a simple conversation and the reply is "u tak leh cakap melayu ker...I nie orang kampung la..tak reti cakap omputih" alaaaa..turn off sehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Preferbally mualaf before I meet him - Weird ehhh...In other word...non malay le kan...dlm hal nie aku terpaksa bersetuju dengan Missy dan chic...as Missy was saying..Do I need to elaborate further?? If there is a Malay chap tolong tolong laaaa....not the bloddy typical one okeeh??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Someone that can appreciate food - love to cook, love to eat, love to shop for food, love to explore international food and appreciate the fact that a woman need a fantastic kitchen and creative utensils whether or not she cooks...hehhh..hehhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Someone who love music and adore singing with me be it in the car, toilet ka, or wherever laaa....and kalau aku nak nyanyi nasyid pun dier mesti layan haku ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Knows how to challenge me and handle my mood swings and my food cravings dan bermacam lagi masalah berpunca dari syndrom PMS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Must love and wants to have kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ader sense of humor tahap gabannyer...bukan lawak bodoh kritikal yer kakak..kakak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Yang boleh membimbing aku bukan nak kritik 24jam...know how to tackle an issue and not yakkk...yakkk..yakkk...but no action!! Kalau asik nak kritik jer, mintak mahap la brudder...mak jalan dulu!!! Dan please no bragging sambil flicking fingers...total turn off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. One that don't force me to call him "Abang" no matter what is our age difference!! Please kalau aku nak abang, aku dah ader 2 abang dan kuzen kuzen brudder yg aku panggil abang jugak..so please....no "Abang" for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. One that can drive smoothly on land. Since I have good sense of direction and reads the map well, this will be a good combo. Tak payah nak kalut kalut, aku stress kalau dapat mamat yg dah la drive pun berterabur, sense of direction pun hancus!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. He either must be a handy man or someone that knows how to upkeep the houskeeping of the house. Tolong ye...gone are the days where the man just sit at home and bacer suratkhabar satu hari and expect a cup of coffee every 3 hours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Knows that I need my space and he needs to have his space too....sometimes nak breather la kan... teringat balik kisah lama...ohhh..tak larat la nak berkepit jerrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I'm not particular about fashion as long as it's sedap mata memandang. TETAPI!!! MEMAKAI SELUAR DIMANA BAHAGIAN ATAS ADALAH DIATAS PUSAT TIDAK DIBENARKAN SAMA SEKALI DAN PEMAKAIAN KASUT TANPA STOKIN DILARANG SAMA SEKALI!! JUGA MEMAKAI SELUAR CARROT CUT TIDAK DIBENARKAN WALAUPUN PADA SATU MASA AKAN DATANG IA AKAN MENJADI KEGILAAN FASHION, LOVER SAYA TIDAK DIBENARKAN MEMAKAI SELUAR CARROT CUT INI DAN KASUT ADER BUCU BESI HARUS DIBUANG DALAM SUNGAI KELANG!!!&lt;br /&gt;AND KEEPING ONE FINGER NAIL LONG IS GROSS!!!! NAK KOREK APER WEEIIHH???? CLEAN WELL KEPT NAILS IS MY BOO..(TAKYAH LA SAMPAI NAK GIE MANICURE PLAK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Since aku adalah didalam kategori kaum hawa yang bukan A list, so whoever that man is, he must accept me as I am and that changes are possible but naturally and gradually and not an overnight thingy... and accept the fact that I'm a simple gal who wears jeans and tops everyday, tidur pakai t-shirt besar and kaftan and only dress on ocaasion when is required..kalau nak suh aku pakai dres and la perla lingerie tiap tiap hari..mintak mahap je la yerr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. He must accept my family as they are, not necessarily engaging every ounce of breath with them but acknowledging their existence is important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Must be able to swim...errr..dun ask why...I feel safer if that "he" can swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. He who will kiss me every single day of my wasted life, he who would not shy away from holding my hands after having 5 kids, he who will treat me like his queen even after our golden anniversary and he who will not make me turn against my parents unwillingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Lastly, one that can tame me. Not that I'm wild but sometimes I like to be the one who is being control than the one controlling. Mak penat dah la nak jadi boss...kat office dah cukup laa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks...remind me to go through this entry again if ever get to the "I do" stage... We'll see how many of the above list materialised....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's see who shall I tag...hmmm.. &lt;a href="http://prupleliliies.blogspot.com"&gt;Cosmic Gurl&lt;/a&gt;...married people also have wishes kan..kan.... &lt;a href="http://icedome.blogspot.com"&gt;Sistah Tynna&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://me.zestful.org/"&gt;Fiona Ice&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://itot.blogspot.com/"&gt;Itote @ OZ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-6991432915858785690?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/6991432915858785690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=6991432915858785690&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/6991432915858785690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/6991432915858785690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/08/21-things-i-want-in-lover.html' title='21 things I want in a lover'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-7245008404924839773</id><published>2007-08-15T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T11:53:48.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation and Me'/><title type='text'>Undecided...</title><content type='html'>I'm doing a poll. Please help me to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Perhentian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me friend wants to go to Redang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said Perhentian is not safe (as in missing valuable items in hotel rooms) as informed by her friends, and since it's only going to  be both of us, so she's a bit skeptical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still want Perhentian.....It's not like I wanna bring my lap top there or any other valuable items except for handphone maybe and digicam...hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What say you??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-7245008404924839773?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/7245008404924839773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=7245008404924839773&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7245008404924839773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7245008404924839773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/08/undecided.html' title='Undecided...'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-7829598578489785420</id><published>2007-08-13T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:20.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food glorious Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Man U'/><title type='text'>Rush and Ravenous Weekend...</title><content type='html'>Feeling not so happy?? Need a good hard laugh?? Go and watch these two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rr_MdTrIdxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/smxfikTjEUs/s1600-h/rush_hour_three_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rr_MdTrIdxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/smxfikTjEUs/s400/rush_hour_three_ver2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098018107076146962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Damn hilarious yo!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mad, crazy gelak sampai nak nangis Rush Hour 3, we were feeling ravenous and since that promo by &lt;a href="http://pruplelillies.blogspot.com"&gt;CosmicGurl&lt;/a&gt; on the Portobello's Mushroom Burger, we went and search for Mr CJ's himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we found it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what we ate... my girlfriend and moi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rr_MeDrIdyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/SjbJTrpk0Oo/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rr_MeDrIdyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/SjbJTrpk0Oo/s400/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098018119961048866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charbroiled chicken salad....cruncy beb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rr_MeTrIdzI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sRJuy6Yv54Q/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rr_MeTrIdzI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sRJuy6Yv54Q/s400/Image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098018124256016178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beef Chilly Cheese Fries...OMG!!! Cheesylicious..Beefylicious...Bootylicious..oppss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just you look at the drooling Portobello's burgerrrr...grrrrrr.... and the mushroom's slices and all of it....yummeh!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And off course accompanied by the free flow of ice tea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rr_MejrId0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/zoaTOoLJyKI/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rr_MejrId0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/zoaTOoLJyKI/s400/Image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098018128550983490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rr_MezrId1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/i7IaNymUNIA/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rr_MezrId1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/i7IaNymUNIA/s400/Image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098018132845950802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a blast weekend...How was your weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have some to do list and KIV's for the weeks to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleared :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. MU vs Reading - 0/0 -------------- :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 8 days leave application from 31st August - Approved -------------- yeeehaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Do :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Things to buy for the trip to Long Island, NY...hehhh..hehhhh...Pulau Perhentian jerrr.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Watch Ratatoooeee the rat.... getting free tix today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Find out more about where to stay in Long Beach...any recommendations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tagged by &lt;a href="http://the-cekik-musang.blogspot.com"&gt;Missy is K.U&lt;/a&gt; - Mak tgh draft ni...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Long overdue tagged by &lt;a href="http://bakpo.blogspot.com"&gt;Brudder Idham&lt;/a&gt; - Also under construction..:) sorry for the delay. I know I don't qualify for your charity contributions, but I'll still do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIV :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Went for 2nd interview last week, they will call me back this week for any good or bad news...uuuuhhhh...really hope I'll catch this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good week ahead to all of you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-7829598578489785420?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/7829598578489785420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=7829598578489785420&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7829598578489785420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7829598578489785420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/08/rush-and-ravenous-weekend.html' title='Rush and Ravenous Weekend...'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rr_MdTrIdxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/smxfikTjEUs/s72-c/rush_hour_three_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-1011734226979097034</id><published>2007-08-09T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:21.639+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Down whooshhh it goes.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrqvJTrIduI/AAAAAAAAAJY/z14y_IGHV00/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrqvJTrIduI/AAAAAAAAAJY/z14y_IGHV00/s400/Image000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096578502758004450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above...my watch had a wet day yesterday!!!! uwaaaaa!!!!! stress!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went whoosh into the hole below............uwaaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrqvJTrIdvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/dW8wWBcc5UY/s1600-h/890991-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrqvJTrIdvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/dW8wWBcc5UY/s400/890991-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096578502758004466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it has lost it's little thingy button at the side which I'm assuming have been flushed by moi...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hole was with wee wee..I repeat wee wee water.....euwwwww!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating for a few seconds, then I just dip my hands into the hole..........ouuhhhhh...with my eyes close....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick wash with the soap...quick dry..dry...with the tissues and hair dryer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrqvJjrIdwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XpnGKL6XAV8/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrqvJjrIdwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XpnGKL6XAV8/s400/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096578507052971778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still working but it's still slightly wet inside...I wonder what liquid is in there?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go to the watch repair shop soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benci!!!! I shud not have taken off my watch...:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-1011734226979097034?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/1011734226979097034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=1011734226979097034&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/1011734226979097034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/1011734226979097034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/08/down-whooshhh-it-goes.html' title='Down whooshhh it goes.....'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrqvJTrIduI/AAAAAAAAAJY/z14y_IGHV00/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-8366727728965024989</id><published>2007-08-06T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:21.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Man U'/><title type='text'>Glory...Glory... Man United</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrcOyjrIdsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Ca48pve_ves/s1600-h/Van+Der+Sar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrcOyjrIdsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Ca48pve_ves/s400/Van+Der+Sar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095557765125404354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; U da' man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrcOyjrIdtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/n9Cy3FfMMT4/s1600-h/MU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrcOyjrIdtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/n9Cy3FfMMT4/s400/MU.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095557765125404370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a gruesome 90minutes...in which 2nd half aku dah tersengguk-sengguk menahan &lt;br /&gt;ngantuk after a whole day of driving to and fro Kuala Lipis, Man United finally won. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penalty shoot-out 3-0...hehhh..hehhh...happy..now can sleep in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..ok...kutuk laaa..kutuk laaa...charity shield jer yee??? This is a start to a new great season..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out people, EPL'S around the corner!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the games begin!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-8366727728965024989?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/8366727728965024989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=8366727728965024989&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/8366727728965024989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/8366727728965024989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/08/gloryglory-man-united.html' title='Glory...Glory... Man United'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrcOyjrIdsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Ca48pve_ves/s72-c/Van+Der+Sar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-7706291327079359846</id><published>2007-08-03T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:23.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me at work'/><title type='text'>And the week ends with...</title><content type='html'>makan - makan..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrM-YDrIdnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gwNwau1Szb4/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;"  src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrM-YDrIdnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gwNwau1Szb4/s400/Image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094484186510161522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cheeseylicious cheese cake!!! yummeh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrM-YTrIdoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/z4JBIWpYJbo/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrM-YTrIdoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/z4JBIWpYJbo/s400/Image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094484190805128834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sensuous concoction of chocolate peppermint...which I did not get to taste sbb telah disambar dengan tahap speed maximum by the others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both cakes are for the August babies....including moi..hehhh..hehhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrM-YTrIdpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5vhZYDJygFk/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrM-YTrIdpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5vhZYDJygFk/s400/Image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094484190805128850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is the department sexytary who is promoted to become GM PA's sexytary...naik Exec Office tuu.. Congratulations!!! Jgn sombong sombong aaaa..lepas niee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrM-YjrIdqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/lk9xR-oTETk/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrM-YjrIdqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/lk9xR-oTETk/s400/Image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094484195100096162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tukang baca doa tgh membaca dgn bersungguh-sungguh... amin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrM9vDrIdkI/AAAAAAAAAII/tgCkEQX6fHA/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrM9vDrIdkI/AAAAAAAAAII/tgCkEQX6fHA/s400/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094483482135524930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; food spread...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrM9vDrIdlI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/I7aZxf9IwR0/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrM9vDrIdlI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/I7aZxf9IwR0/s400/Image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094483482135524946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; more foooodddd!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrM9vTrIdmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xMI82d9oVgA/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrM9vTrIdmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xMI82d9oVgA/s400/Image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094483486430492258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; back by popular demand...12 large pizzas...macam dragon siot sumer makan... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I have a new friend with me in the car nowadays... sungguh tidak lonely skarang....my friend is so cute...I don't care that I will bloody be 32 in 27days... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom..please don't tear us apart!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, how could you resist him???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrM9DDrIdjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/HQWoSm7_9bs/s1600-h/Spongebob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrM9DDrIdjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/HQWoSm7_9bs/s400/Spongebob.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094482726221280818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he a darling??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend everyone...as for me I have 2 weddings to attend...ouuhhh..bless me God!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouhhh..did I mentioned that I absolutely adoooreee my new phone??? The above pictures clarity kira ok laaa...and most importantly..no more pinjam meminjam camera...so no more sakit hati!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-7706291327079359846?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/7706291327079359846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=7706291327079359846&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7706291327079359846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7706291327079359846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-week-ends-with.html' title='And the week ends with...'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RrM-YDrIdnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gwNwau1Szb4/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-7775105383461415206</id><published>2007-07-30T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:23.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Monday "Bright" Blues</title><content type='html'>As expected I was out sick today. I woke up again to heavy head and aching body. So I decided to skip the day. Then I thought, if this "layan sakit" mode goes round for another day, I'll be a dead duck by the end of the week. I need to some sweat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called up the service centre to fix an appointment for my car, which is like 10000km overdue. I figured if I'm gonna doze off again, I might as well doze of while waiting for the car. Kill 2 birds with one stone ehh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I checked my clinic book to see the nearest appointed clinic. Ouuh.. it's opened at 8.30am. So at about 8am, I got up and carried my sorry ass to the toilet for a quick shower. Got dress and gelled my hair. The thing about bob cut wavy hair, you've gotta have decent gel on it or I would look like "pompuan mati laki". So in my pathetic state, I still gel my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the clinic by 8.35am, registered and waited. Called the office. Saw the doctor at about 9.15, because by the time I got in earlier, there were like 4 people ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a poster about weight loss outside and so I asked the doctor about it. The doctor just said, the only way to loose weight is to eat less and exercise. All these weight loss programme are eventually bad for health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, really??? Well he looks more like a sinseh than a doctor so that figures out the conventional thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked him to check my bp. I've had nurses having problem find my veins in process to take my blood but for bp...hmmm..never. This doctor had to do twice. And when he wanted to do it the 2nd time he just said, I have to try again aaa..because you are so fat....ello!!!! he's lucky I'm too sick to reply anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever la doc!!! Most importantly, I got my MC for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the service centre, It was almost 10am. I finished Dina Zaman's - I am a muslim and slept like 3 rounds while waiting for my car. The weather didn't help either, it was raining the whole morning till noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided, since I'm so near Subang, I might as well go and do my atm banking at hsbc and eon. So I drove towards Subang. As soon as I turned into SS15, I can't help to stop at the rojak and cendul stall. I haven't had that for ages!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself, I have the antibiotics, paraceps and cap ibu dan anak. These should help, and off I went and queued for a plate of rojak sotong and telur and then a bowl of cendul. Bought a bottle of water and whack my antibiotics. Mind tricks ehh, eat that and no amount of rojak or cendul will do any damage. Am I sick or what??? Ouhh.I tapaued 3 rojaks for people at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued my banking then head home. OOpppss..I dropped by at the apartment to pay my maintenance fees. Now that's done, means I've almost done all the banking I need for August. Productive ehhh...And I'm feeling much better by late afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home and rest for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rq4NpTrIdiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/98f32xOt2xs/s1600-h/nokia-5300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rq4NpTrIdiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/98f32xOt2xs/s400/nokia-5300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093023231909590562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mentioned that my handphone went kaput like a zillion times and lucky I have my back up 3310. But dangit!!! most of my numbers are in the phone memory and the "menu" keypad doesn't work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time to say goodbye... It's gonna be 4 years in Sept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5.30pm I went to the nearest IT Centre. It's not Low Yat but can do for me. And suddenly I have the urge to eat Char Koay Teow and Teh O Ais. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to 3rd floor and scout for my new gadget. Call me freak, but I somehow cannot settle with 2nd hand when it comes to gadgets like this. My eyes was locked to only 1 model. I thought I'm gonna have a hard time to choose but it was a breeze. Well of course I would like the latest Dopod or a lil' sumthin' sumthin' high end phone but this one's ok for my budget at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next step, which shop gives the better bargain. I went to about 8 shops and the last one caught me. Not just the model availability but also the friendly "Ah Beng" who worked there. Also he gave the best offer with additional stuffs. And he managed to transfer my phone numbers into the new SD card. Sad to say my old phone can only do one to one transfer. And guess what??? I have almost 400numbers stored. Imagine his fingers!! But he did it and without the slightest frown. For doing that I gave that phone for free. So good ehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took him almost and hour and a half to do all that. And while he was doing that I had my crave fulfilled. Aaaaaaa....one of my best sick days..I'm definitely getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was contemplating between 2 models of the same kind. I finally settled for the updated version, because it had 1.3pix. I like taking photos, but borrowing in the family sometimes gives me "kecik hati" like, go buy your own laaa...pinjam tak tau pulang or pinjam kalau rosak sendiri mau hingat kinda thing. U get me?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for about 100rm more than what I budgeted, I can strike off my intention to get a new camera, for this year at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again killed 2 birds with one stone... I offered the "Ah Beng" my 3310. He said 20linggit... forget it I said. I might as well keep this for rainy days like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said goodbye to "Ah Beng" and said, see you in 4 years...and he said aiiyooo!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed and he laughed too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home happy and feeling much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see my mom in her room, and she said "tak makan bubur pulut hitam tu" and I said, "I'm gonna eat now".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, mom knows I like this. Infect I remembered few years ago before I left for UK for the first time to work, she asked me what I wanted to eat. I said "bubur pulut hitam". She just said, "tak yah la, dah sihat, tak makan pun tak rugi" I just kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day before my flight, she cooked a whole pot for me. She has instinct she does..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I remembered one fine weekend, my SIL called up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"UBA, on the way now, no need to cook, we'll buy somethings. Tell mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told my mom, she just went, Ehhh...my son and cucu wants to come and you said no need to cook, terrible laa..so malas. Tell them no need to buy, just come straight, I'll cook lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aikk...me yang kena marah,it was not me who said no need to cook??? Kena!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cooked for us a fabulous feast that day. Everyone licked their fingers and my brother refilled twice which he rarely does. Even the cucu's are enjoying themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 days later, my brother died. Till today she remembered the last time she cooked for her beloved son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see??? How can I "merajuk" with my mom? I can...but not for long..and I don't want to do it again..it's tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the kitchen, ate my bubur. I was asking the maid something when I saw her standing behind the dining room counter which have view to the TV at the hall. I asked what was she doing? And she said sheepishly - tgk tv Ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not say anything nor I showed a dissatisfied face. You see we have one spare tv upstairs, my old tv. When we wanted to get a maid, I offered this TV to be put in the kitchen. My Kak Long went berserk straight. And of course what she says goes and mom has no objection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean 2 years contract and no TV?? How mean can someone be? I don't know...I think this is too much. I've worked in a private household before and I clearly understand the feeling. If my ex-employee did not supplied us with the cable tv and gave us a day off in a week, I would go cuckoo. So imagine my maid with no TV for another a year and a half to come?? Don't even mention about off day or having mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand the action are based on the many reports by relatives, friends and media. But humans has sense of judgement and heart. Just got to use it wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's just my view. And because my share for the maid's fee is just peanut, I'd rather keep my mouth shut. My energy's drained out especially when it comes to my Kak Long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooww...ain't this a loooong post for a sick person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have good week you all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-7775105383461415206?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/7775105383461415206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=7775105383461415206&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7775105383461415206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7775105383461415206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/07/monday-bright-blues.html' title='Monday &quot;Bright&quot; Blues'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rq4NpTrIdiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/98f32xOt2xs/s72-c/nokia-5300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-158515140336560018</id><published>2007-07-29T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:13:58.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogathon 2007'/><title type='text'>Blogathon 2007 - Over and out...</title><content type='html'>Well folks the &lt;a href="http://myblogathon.efx2.com"&gt;Blogathon 2007&lt;/a&gt; is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total of 61 entries were posted from 9pm on Saturday night till 9pm Sunday night by 10 ladies bloggers. Hmmmm... maybe next year we can have volunteers from the planet romeo ehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up Saturday morning with fever, chesty cough and banging headache. I thought of letting go of my slot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought I have another 20hours to recover. I took paraceps and of course ubat batuk cap ibu dan anak. Felt little bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So below are my entries, short and sweet, I hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still feeling a lil' bit under the weather... I hope it will be better by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next year...Au revoir...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-158515140336560018?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/158515140336560018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=158515140336560018&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/158515140336560018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/158515140336560018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/07/blogathon-2007-over-and-out.html' title='Blogathon 2007 - Over and out...'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-5415003127947692062</id><published>2007-07-29T06:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:01:12.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogathon 2007'/><title type='text'>Bubbye and keep making a difference!!</title><content type='html'>When there's a beginning there will be an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time is up and what a breeze... maybe next year insya Allah I can take 8 slots ehh...who knows :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm passing the baton to [URL="http://dew107.efx2.com/"]Dew[/URL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go go Dew..go go Dew!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to bow out with a youtube of Ali G in a comic relief show done couple of years ago. Comic relief is also a British Charity organization set up in response to the famine in Euthopia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, Ali G will never penetrate Malaysia Board of of TV whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P842Tmi6lrc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P842Tmi6lrc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are blogging for 24hours to garner support for &lt;a href="http://www.jim.org.my/institusi/raudhatus_sakinah.php"&gt;Raudhatus Sakinah&lt;/a&gt;, a continuous project by WanitaJIM that exists to help the society tackle the social problems, specifically amongst teenage girls. They need funds to continue the good job they're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you like what you're reading, &lt;a href="http://www.blogathon.org/pledge.php?blogid=366"&gt;click here to make your pledge and directly donate&lt;/a&gt; to the charity &lt;a href="http://www.jim.org.my/institusi/raudhatus_sakinah.php"&gt;Raudhatus Sakinah&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-5415003127947692062?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/5415003127947692062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=5415003127947692062&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/5415003127947692062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/5415003127947692062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/07/bubbye-and-keep-making-difference.html' title='Bubbye and keep making a difference!!'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-4919689138544663426</id><published>2007-07-29T06:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:59:19.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogathon 2007'/><title type='text'>Bagan Datoh - Homestay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-da.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376162285018&amp;amp;site=widget-da.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=288230376162285018&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-da.slide.com/p1/288230376162285018/bb_t013_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=288230376162285018&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-da.slide.com/p2/288230376162285018/bb_t013_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in Bagan Datoh, as I was driving along the "kampung" road, I saw a lot of the "Homestay" signage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorantly I told my mom, is Bagan Datoh where they put all the old folks? So many homestays....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's daughter who was in Uni, quickly then explain to me that "Homestay" is a place where foreigners usually exchanged students or profesors and even tourists come and stay to learn our culture. The government also place the researchers there to learn about our economy and drainage system. Talking about drainage, I hope they won't summarize our drainage system based on Bagan Datoh's only. That would be so behind time. At some areas they're bad smell because water just don't flow properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They usually come in groups which is why they are so many of them in Bagan Datoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Homestays are certified by the government. The house must have certain standards and requirements such as proper bedrooms, dining area and most importantly the toilet and bathing area. Next priority is of course the cleanliness. The Homestays houses must be clean and neat and located among the paddy field and many others such as banana field and mangoes field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people usually come from various parts of Asia such as Japan, China, Vietnam and also middle east. They learn how to work in paddy field, pluck mangoes etc... Hmmm...very interesting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that is depriving these Homestays from the Americans and Europeans market are their squatting toilet. Majority of the Homestays are still using this instead of the sitting pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per my sister's info, this in one of the main economy sources for Bagan Datoh, Perak. And for that I strongly feel that the government should subsidize or educate the people of Bagan Datoh on the benefit of having sitting pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..for anyone of you who likes to eat "sukun goreng", have you seen a sukun tree? I did snap a photo of a sukun tree or it's also called breadfruit tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put a fried sukun and "keladi" together, I would not know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are blogging for 24hours to garner support for &lt;a href="http://www.jim.org.my/institusi/raudhatus_sakinah.php"&gt;Raudhatus Sakinah&lt;/a&gt;, a continuous project by WanitaJIM that exists to help the society tackle the social problems, specifically amongst teenage girls. They need funds to continue the good job they're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you like what you're reading, &lt;a href="http://www.blogathon.org/pledge.php?blogid=366"&gt;click here to make your pledge and directly donate&lt;/a&gt; to the charity &lt;a href="http://www.jim.org.my/institusi/raudhatus_sakinah.php"&gt;Raudhatus Sakinah&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-4919689138544663426?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/4919689138544663426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=4919689138544663426&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/4919689138544663426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/4919689138544663426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/07/bagan-datoh-homestay.html' title='Bagan Datoh - Homestay'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-5529952568220487615</id><published>2007-07-29T05:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:57:05.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogathon 2007'/><title type='text'>Bagan Datoh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-3d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376162284349&amp;amp;site=widget-3d.slide.com" style="width:300px;height:220px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=288230376162284349&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3d.slide.com/p1/288230376162284349/bb_t043_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=288230376162284349&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3d.slide.com/p2/288230376162284349/bb_t043_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of months ago when I travelled to Bagan Datoh for my niece's wedding, I took some beeeyootiful pictures. Being a city girl my whole life so seeing things in the "kampung" or village excites me. Both side of my late grandparents home was in the city too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank god, the pictures is coming in handy for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Bagan Datoh, which is in the state of Perak is the biggest rice producer for the country. I always thought it was Kedah. But please, this is not a confirmed statement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike in Kedah where we can see the paddy field from the road side, here we had to divert into the "kampungs" road to do so. You would not imagine that behind the houses by the road side was stretch and stretch of paddy field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And funny I thought like in all paddy field they uses scarecrow to chase away the mice. But not in Bagan Datoh. You see the picture above labelled as the Bat House? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what they use to chase away the mice. They sleep during the day and fly out at dusk and throughout the night for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I hope this is just a good information to all as it was to me...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are blogging for 24hours to garner support for &lt;a href="http://www.jim.org.my/institusi/raudhatus_sakinah.php"&gt;Raudhatus Sakinah&lt;/a&gt;, a continuous project by WanitaJIM that exists to help the society tackle the social problems, specifically amongst teenage girls. They need funds to continue the good job they're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you like what you're reading, &lt;a href="http://www.blogathon.org/pledge.php?blogid=366"&gt;Click here to make your pledge and directly donate&lt;/a&gt; to the charity &lt;a href="http://www.jim.org.my/institusi/raudhatus_sakinah.php"&gt;Raudhatus Sakinah&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-5529952568220487615?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/5529952568220487615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=5529952568220487615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/5529952568220487615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/5529952568220487615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/07/bagan-datoh.html' title='Bagan Datoh'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-5159961793895679238</id><published>2007-07-29T04:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:01:50.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogathon 2007'/><title type='text'>Greetings to all - Salam and Salute</title><content type='html'>Hello...hello...hello people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Elisa for the wonderful 4 hours and passing over the baton to me, I will be entertaining all for the next 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 5am Malaysia time and soon it will be Subuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the pom pom girl a year ago, and now I'm one of the entries contributors..... one step ahead this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well see you all in the next entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are blogging for 24hours to garner support for &lt;a href="http://www.jim.org.my/institusi/raudhatus_sakinah.php"&gt;Raudhatus Sakinah&lt;/a&gt;, a continuous project by WanitaJIM that exists to help the society tackle the social problems, specifically amongst teenage girls. They need funds to continue the good job they're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you like what you're reading, [U]&lt;a href="http://www.blogathon.org/pledge.php?blogid=366"&gt;Click here to make your pledge and directly donate&lt;/a&gt;[/U] to the charity &lt;a href="http://www.jim.org.my/institusi/raudhatus_sakinah.php"&gt;Raudhatus Sakinah&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-5159961793895679238?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/5159961793895679238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=5159961793895679238&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/5159961793895679238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/5159961793895679238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/07/greetings-to-all-salam-and-salute.html' title='Greetings to all - Salam and Salute'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-2631697222873983280</id><published>2007-07-25T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:23.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me at work'/><title type='text'>Crazy deed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rqd5GzrIdhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/i8j3_G5afgk/s1600-h/200342601-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rqd5GzrIdhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/i8j3_G5afgk/s400/200342601-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091171061622928914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know what got over me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking up strangers for a lift??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to work today because I had a whole day of training session. Parked at a public carpark opposite "smell good" Dang station. It was a wet evening today. After the training ended at about 5.30pm I stopped by at the office and hanged out while waiting for the rain to subside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 7pm I walked over to my car and as soon as I entered the car...terkial kial with my umbrella and bag..came this man to me. I was a bit scared. His hand was behind his back and I was imagining the worst. He asked me for RM2 and when he was about to tell me his story, I just shrugged him off and shut the car door. Immediately I locked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt guilty to the max. I don't know why. I kept glancing to my right to see this man who went back under the shade, I guess waiting for other resources to come by. But something in his face is telling me that I should have given the 2 bucks he wanted. After all it's only 2 bucks....even if he's not telling the truth, so what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignite the car and drove out. I stopped almost at the exit area and was still feeling guilty. Kept looking over this man...But by this time he was gone. I felt guilty to the max..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw a white male hailing a cab under the drizzling rain. 3 cabs stopped but none willing to take him to wherever it is he wants to go. The road I'm exiting was free from traffic but opposite road traffic was moving like a bunch of snails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel I must do something to cover my guilty conscious state. So after few text messages and a phone call and this guy is still trying in vain for a cab, I rolled down the screen and shouted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know...I don't think there will be any cab going to anywhere it is that u wanna go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya...I don't know why, where I'm going there is no traffic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I don't usually do this, but I was on the phone and saw you trying to hail a cab for quite sometime already, I can't help it but to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you heading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bla...bla...cangkat ceylon...blaa...blaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, c'mon I'll give u a ride... Hop In..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh...thank you so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was babbling to him about my feeling guilty over the 2 bucks that I needed to do something good to make me feel better. So is his lucky day today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempat la aku interview mamat nie...works at Wisma Denmark with Alcatel, his name is Thomas and from France and he lives with few other french mate and one spanish guy and aaaalllll of them works at Alcatel...dan sumer nyer berumur 25 tahun....has been here for 10months and they have a 2 years contract...uiii....nasib la pangkat adik adik utk akak..kalo takk...mak dah mintak nombor tepon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I dropped him off...I just realised that I could have gotten my self killed..ok maybe that's overrated..but heck it can happen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aper nak jadie ngan aku nie... Always do things wayyyy ahead before my right brain have the time to think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw...I'm going for an interview tomorrow..tolongla doa doa utk aku...it's my dream post and I'll be the youngest to ever hold the post in the association..if I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Allah...if this is for me...please grant it. If not, please open more opportunities...Amin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget the &lt;a href="http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/07/blogathon-2007.html"&gt;Blogathon 2007&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay up and make a difference!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or better yet...sleep early and wake up for my slot..hehhh..hehhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My slot it's changed to 5am - 7am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagus lepas tu terus pie jogging :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-2631697222873983280?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/2631697222873983280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=2631697222873983280&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/2631697222873983280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/2631697222873983280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-seriously-dont-know-what-got-over-me.html' title='Crazy deed'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rqd5GzrIdhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/i8j3_G5afgk/s72-c/200342601-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-5392576131774579523</id><published>2007-07-22T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:24.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogathon 2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>BLOGATHON 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RqL17DrIdgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/aS7X1ReZMbU/s1600-h/logo-2951-1739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RqL17DrIdgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/aS7X1ReZMbU/s400/logo-2951-1739.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089900923829384706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup...ladies and gentlemen, Blogathon is back and this time for another worthy charity - Raudhatus Sakinah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/search/label/Blogathon%202006"&gt;Blogathon 2006&lt;/a&gt; was a success. And this year we hope to get more by spreading it here at Blogspot communities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more about it, please read &lt;a href="http://primarybasic.efx2.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are my EFX2's buddies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon people stay up late next weekend!! Do support us virtually or by pledging. Better still if you want to contribute, I think there's some slots still vacant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I will be in the 1 - 3am slot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay up...stay up....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-5392576131774579523?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/5392576131774579523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=5392576131774579523&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/5392576131774579523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/5392576131774579523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/07/blogathon-2007.html' title='BLOGATHON 2007'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RqL17DrIdgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/aS7X1ReZMbU/s72-c/logo-2951-1739.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-7539980916049330243</id><published>2007-07-22T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T12:14:14.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PG13'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>Blood and sex talk</title><content type='html'>Last week the office organized the blood donation campaign. The response was overwhelm. And because I want to show good example to my staff, I went for it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cehhh..like real only aaa...leadership by example la konon... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I wanted to do it because I have hesitation to do so for the past years..all the myth about having bigger appetite after donating etc...etc..kinda like pushed me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With high hope and great moral support I went and registered. I drank their chocolate drinks and had few crackers before I went in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the doctor told me that I'm not eligible because I did acupunture about 4 months ago. I was puzzled. I did asked why, and he said because the of the usage of needles, it needs a minimum 6 months window for blood donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn...I should have just declared "no". I was being honest because I thought it had to do something with my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takpe laa..next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of hours later at the office..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Cik UBA, kiter kalau nak derma darah tu kan, mesti yg tak melakukan hubungan sejenis atau pun homosexual kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Ye la kot...It's written on the poster cam tu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Tu la Cik UBA, I teringin sangat nak menderma tapi tu la sbb hubungan sejenis tu and homo homo tu kan..tak boleh la I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Tersenyap"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Ehh...Cik UBA takper...I nie ikhlas cakap nie..no worries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interfered by B - Tu la kan...aper beza lubang belakang ngan depan? Kalau basuh bersih gak..kan Nok, kan Cik UBA??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Terkedu dan tersengih cam kerang busuk... sbb tak tau nak response aper.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the noks and nyahs in my department, they're hillarious yo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had a non-muslim announcing to me that they're practising these "reverse sex" so I was kinda like lost of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually it's just a hint hint kinda conversation that will keep us wondering like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..ehh..u think so??? nahhh...but maybe laaa...I dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ends like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always tell myself that I will be-friend all kind if people with good hearts despite their abnormality or differences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will make sure that they know my pov on that issue,whatever it may be and it will stay as my opinion. I'm not supporting it nor I want to discontinue the frienship. My intention is purely to clear the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better hear it from me that someone else. Words get twisted around so badly that it takes couple of turns to make things straight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me..I got it point blank!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-7539980916049330243?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/7539980916049330243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=7539980916049330243&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7539980916049330243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7539980916049330243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/07/blood-and-sex-talk.html' title='Blood and sex talk'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-6082613434594778684</id><published>2007-07-17T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:53:03.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>~It is good that we do not all think alike. It is the difference of opinions that makes life interesting~ By Bridget Menezes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this article today and would like to share it with the rest of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Everyone's special&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a family, there is no need to suppress or manipulate others. Neither is there the need to question each other's ideas, motives and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, instead of answering an intimidating question, allow some time and space for family members to cool down and for you to communicate kind and loving thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then interact again with good humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad feelings are not allowed in the process as we will revert back to old patterns of thinking and make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone throws a "poor me" trap on you, let them know that you are not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very boring to hear the same old tape again and again. Understanding that each one plays a different role in the family makes for harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be opportunities for new experiences and learning and understanding and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us focus on our flaws. We deal with this by believing that we are better than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, we are all valuable. Reject your doubts and insecurities. Keep affirming to yourself that you are unique, and treasure your "specialness".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I ran across this article. It made me feel that I'm not at all not special. That I've look into my flaws without giving the better part of me a chance to grow. I let people tell me that I'm low and insecure. And these are the people whom I'm supposed to love unconditionally and even strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP.....my inner insecurities emo...it's a new dawn for me tomorrow and more to come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP to all the 6 Nuri's crew found killed in the deep jungle steep ravine somewhere in Genting Sempah, Pahang today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pertubed by the comment of the our Deputy PM who's also the defence minister earlier today. It went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kita takder option as Nuri is the main transport for the ATM dalam menjalankan operasi keseluruhan jadi kita tak boleh tamatkan ini dengan serta merta.~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO OPTION????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always have choice..that's why we are call humans and not animals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah put them among the pious and may we be their neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flip through the "THE STRAIT TIMES" today and was laughing when I saw the last page at the sports section....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see some lights in our football scene..if bunch of foreigners running around can attract me, I'm sure MALAYSIA BOLEH too....the question is when?? and how??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP FAM and may the new FAM can bring our football to greater heights...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-6082613434594778684?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/6082613434594778684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=6082613434594778684&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/6082613434594778684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/6082613434594778684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/07/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-8050085451527167038</id><published>2007-07-13T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T00:20:26.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and songs'/><title type='text'>Week of rambling entries...</title><content type='html'>Last week when I went for a slept over at my friend's place kat Flora Damansara, we went for a midnight show kat cineleisure. I told her aku tak suker pie kat situ because it's bloody high up and everyone move like a turtle kat escalator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said takper..takper..she would show me a secret route. And secret route she did showed me. By the time we reached home dr tingkap dier nampak berduyun-duyun org baru nak kuar dr situ....kaaaahhhh....kahhhhh.... sumernyer budus budus belaka..errr..walaupun aku dalam kategori itu sebelumnyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ladies n gentlemen, not one soul followed us to the lift..not one single soul. We were like chipmunks, she hold my hand and whispered to me..ok ready?? ready to make a turn and just follow me. satu makhluk pun tak ikut.... and while waiting for the lift tu, I'd expected ader la sorang dua yg pandai kan??? takder satu pung??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh terrer kawan aku nie...aku suker..aku suker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been couple of days I was not online. Felt so exhausted, penat to the max..Every time I reached home, I switch on my wi-fi but never made it to the lap top. After cold shower, I'll ended up on my tilam. Sedar-sedar dah pukul 2-3 pagi. It's a girl thing nie kot..PMS takder tapi penat gilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my tiredness I made it to the cinema for like 3 times this month. Thanks to Transformers to Die Hard 4.0 and also Harry Potter..pheww....and this not including Surf's Up and few others. Plus ader beberapa dvd pirate kat rumah yg still waiting to be watch. Kopak woii.... and everytime I go to them movies, for sure mesti singgah kopitiam. Many kopitiams now... goodbye starbuck for now...i'm hooked to local coffee.. plus is cheaper. I find it ridiculous to drink coffee yg berharga 15++ and it's finished like within 10minutes?? OOhhh....mak terpaksa be very prudent nowadays... nak pie holiday nie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went and watched Harry Potter. 12.30pm nyer show. Dgn confidentnyer aku raser it can finish by 2.30pm because I promised my mom to fetch abah kat masjid lepas friday prayer. I was confused by an hour which should be 60mins and not 80mins as I'd  calculated ..mental jam skejab.. anyway at 2.30 I rushed out to fetch my abah. He was waiting at the bus stand outside the masjid. Tetiber raser guilty plak for keeping him waiting. I guess I have to go for another round of Harry Potter. I didn't feel anything wasted or complained that I had to go and fetch Abah..infact I felt good that I did one good deed today. RM10 duit ticket wayang boleh dicari, driving my abah around, maybe I would not have that chance anymore, it could be me or him, either way I feel fabs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about good deed, this week could be a my "my name is earl" week for me. yesterday on the way home in the tube, at KL Sentral station I managed to get a seat..phewww..what a relief..as I said I was very tired lately. As soon as I sat down, I closed my eyes. On my right were 2 ladies busy talking one another. After few stations, I opened my eyes and I saw this pregnant Indian lady carrying a which I think looked like a lap top carrier bag and she looked like about to faint and sweating. I looked at her, waited for her eyes to hit me and dengan gentlemennya I said, Mem, Would you like to sit down? I figured she was pissed with the 2 ladies yg kohok tu, when she sat down, loudly she said, thank you very much. Berbunga perasaan aku..hehhh..hehhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pZnWxzFMCHg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pZnWxzFMCHg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song. I heard it during the Diana concert and googled for it. DL the video on youtube and been watching it over and over again. Dengan tetibernyer aku raser mamat Heroes - Peter Petrelli tu adalah amat memberangsangkan..hehhh..heehhh... look when he's standing at the door with Fergie..ooohh..man....to die for tuuu!!!  Earth to UBA....earth to UBA....reality check please...hehhh..hehhh... plus aku raser knickers fergie itu sunggulah sexy cute gitu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big girls dun cry yer...?? takder maknernyer..big girls cries the most..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today also I finally had a real conversation with my mom. I told her to ask my sister  for the rental charges for my apartment as I need to send my car to service. I just needed my share. She said why don't I sms her and then she'll get it from my sis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her, please don't ask me to talk to her. I'm not ready. Her last words to me striked through my heart so deep. It still hurt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom, my sister said "I NEVER contributed anything to the family". I told my mom, memangla monetary wise I contributed the least but I did contribute and still do. NEVER is an understatement. Mom senyap jer. But I knew she understood..she knows my kak long has a loud mouth. Infect she knows each of her childrens character. Tapi hati ini raser amatlah lega selepas melepaskan aper yg terpendam selama ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..enough rambling for the week. Great weekend u olls sumer okay....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-8050085451527167038?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/8050085451527167038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=8050085451527167038&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/8050085451527167038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/8050085451527167038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/07/week-of-rambling-entries.html' title='Week of rambling entries...'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-8944883101660487955</id><published>2007-07-07T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T22:41:52.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Bells'/><title type='text'>Last Night..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zjWVBFHcZeE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zjWVBFHcZeE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially in love with this song for the time being. P.Diddy walaupun muker dier adalah amat mengirritatingkan but he sure damn produce some enjoyable songs. I wonder what JLo saw in him apart from his bling..bling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend the night at my friend place. Suppose to have like pyjamas party la kononnyer sempena berpindah ke rumah baru...but all her friends ditched her except me...hahahaaahahh... sian dier..frustrated gilerss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3am we're both still with our laptops dl songs dan mengrewind lagu nie buat kali yg keseribu while remembering my time at zaman tea dance di atria damansara...aaaa..aaa..sound familiar to some of you or not??? Don't tipu aaa...sesapa yg ader tuition dulu on saturday, jgn kelentong...mesti terjebak gak sekali dua kan?? ya..ya..saya mengaku...bahawasanyer saya adalah agak notty semasa dulu..:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw...my friend nie moved to Flora Damansara. Memang flora gilers tempat dier nie...balcony memanndang hutan and at night since she's at the corner lot you can basically view the whole taman tun n pj...beeeyooootifulll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she just told me the good news that her boyfren for 11years promised that after  this sailing trip, he will jumper her parents to get their blessings. Auuwwwww.... I'm so happy for her. By the time they will get married it will be their 12th year...phewwww...semoga sampailah ke jinjang pelamin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-8944883101660487955?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/8944883101660487955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=8944883101660487955&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/8944883101660487955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/8944883101660487955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-night.html' title='Last Night..'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-1266820901075984185</id><published>2007-07-04T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:24.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Movies'/><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RovKaMqaRAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NVUK-4uOqQ8/s1600-h/404px-Transformers07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RovKaMqaRAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NVUK-4uOqQ8/s400/404px-Transformers07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083379155842253826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RovKaMqaRBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IoVcZAQXZoA/s1600-h/200px-Jem_DVD_box_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RovKaMqaRBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IoVcZAQXZoA/s400/200px-Jem_DVD_box_cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083379155842253842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I watched Fantastic Four ALONE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days later my hormons urging me to grab that cheesey dip-licious pizza and I went, ALONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I watched the awesome beyond words Transformers ALONE too..Aku tengah membayangkan kekalau ader producer memana nak buat film on my another fav 80's cartoon - JEM and the HOLOGRAMS...ingat tak? ingat? Jem is my name..no one else is the same..JEM is my name...our songs are better....hahhahaaa..tgk I still remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib I cancelled my intention to grab kopi at the Kopitiam after the movie or it will again be an ALONE rendezvous...can we rendezvous alone? Why not ehh... killer coffee and one fantastic book..I can be in my own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyword here is ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people ask..eh..tgk wayang? pie ngan saper? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorang laaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ler ajak ler kawan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sengeh cam kerang busuk" takper dah biaser..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I explain to people that it's ok to do things alone. I thot my circle of friends are vast, but everytime I want to do something, simple thing like watching movies or when I need to satisfy my craving for food...I go through my phone list and all I see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend in town for 6 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on confinement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy with kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many many other reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gave up waiting and I understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 5 or 6 years or so I've been doing it alone. Macam sedih jer bunyikan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedih is when I think kalau umur aku panjang I'll grow old without a companion dan dah tentu menyusahkan abang aku,kaka aku ker adik aku ker or if I die young I will loose the privilege of having a child praying for my wellbeing in the world hereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I broke up 7 years ago with my only, I repeat the only boyfriend, I didn't shed a tears. For some reason, dah takder air mata nak mengalir. Some people said break-ups can naturally make you slim down. Unfortunately not for me. But jinx la that guy, sampai skrg tak leh carik replacement. Some friends were telling me go and get some shaman to check on me, perhaps my ex cast a spell on me..like if I dun get you, no one can. And I said, pleeaassseee laaaa....like aku nie some big shot supermodel kerr...Queen Latifah pun lagie seksi dari aku wooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu I ran ALONE abroad. When I came back, still people ask me, takder ker yg melekat? If only finding our otherhalf is like buying an apple off the rack, it's more like finding a needle in haystack. Selak saner selak sini..tak jumper jumper gak....sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom aku pernah tanyer, why la I stuck with that ex of mine for 7 years? I said, mom I'm an uglyduckling and in order for my kids to be a beautiful swan lake, so my other half must me taller, slimmer, fairer and plus he has dreamy brown eyes and a real kissable lips.. With that killer looks and heart like mine...that genes combination would be a bomb!!! Haaahahhahahaaaa....  Mom gave up...suker hati laahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it I'm trying to tell actually??...Lost track... Ohh...ingat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my Abah to his hospital appointment today, it's my turn or more like atas arahan - Yang Maha Mulia KakLong....but I was more than happy to do it ..got a reason to take a day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdullilah. he's ok. BP was a slightly higher than his last visit. Imagine if Abah didn't have kids to bring him for his check-up. Imagine me kalau panjang umur macam tu tapi takder anak. Hmmm....scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched my Abah getting down from the car, going from one counter to another at the hospital, I'm glad HE knock some senses in me on accepting my Abah the way he is. When I was younger well not that young, every single things that he does I will scrutinized him to bit. Never on a same wavelength...kalau ingat ingat balik..Ya Allah..ampunkan lah dosa aku nie...menimbun-nimbun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, Insya Allah he'll not be ALONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me? Only time can tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, tks for all the comments for my previous post and happy to tell that I've spoken about 8-10 words to her today and she responded...yeyyy....It was not an apology or weeper drama queen nangis nangis but it's a start for me... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-1266820901075984185?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/1266820901075984185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=1266820901075984185&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/1266820901075984185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/1266820901075984185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/07/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RovKaMqaRAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NVUK-4uOqQ8/s72-c/404px-Transformers07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-4095130095500298558</id><published>2007-07-02T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T21:29:37.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Siblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Mommy'/><title type='text'>Of hoping and PMS post..</title><content type='html'>The deafening silence situation with my mom is almost becoming unbearable. Vice versa, not getting it from my kak long is giving me a peace of mind. Tranquility beyond imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a terrible person so kak long said. And she knows just how to push the button a lil' bit deeper. Weeks ago after the incident with my mom, she called me up while I was having lunch at work and nag..nag...nag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise..surprise..I was totally calm..hell I'd surprise myself. It wasn't because I had people around me but because I had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of my siblings telling me that I'm a gone case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of my siblings telling me that I NEVER contribute anything to the family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of my siblings telling me all my mistakes which they themselves are doing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of my siblings telling me that I made my mom cry when each and everyone of them have done that and still doing it at times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of my siblings telling me what are the consequences of being "anak tak dengar kata" when they are also the "anak tak dengar kata" in some situations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of my siblings telling me that I'm not a good muslim, just because of the blunders I did in my life or because I did not see the light after performing the Umrah and that the trip was a waste of money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had about enough....I love my family..honestly..really...but sometimes I prefer being far away from them. Distance makes the love grow fonder,being far make me feel more at home.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I perform better as a daughter/siblings when I'm far away. It's really depressing when you have siblings that think they have been doing more than the rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when doing something for your love ones become something measurable than an act of sincerity??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having small talks with mommy. I still wish her formally when I see her at the patio upon leaving the house or vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but to recall the last phone conversation I had with kak long...nag..nag..nag...about my personal life, family and all...I just said..ok..ok...and ok... But when she started to question about my work, I politely told her that if she needed to nag on me about other things ok...but do not touch about my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she said, it's not easy talking to me, because I would usually answer back then hang up. Yeahh...I know..that's bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that particular afternoon, she was the one who hung up on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually if it's was me who hung up the phone, it would followed by a &lt;a href="http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/10/sibling-sms-drama.html"&gt;SMS drama&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't bother to do the SMS drama thingy...it's not me. I'm not up to anymore verbal abuse and cat fight and I'm tired being criticized for not being the perfect daughter or the flawless siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finding out that &lt;a href="http://the-journal-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2007/06/redha.html"&gt;Nour's&lt;/a&gt; mother passed away, I was like...what if it happens to me? Without doubt, I will cry and will have feeling of regrets.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off course to few people that I confide on this they all give me the same advise... and I think you guys know what it is. It's the most logical advise, I would have given the same advise given the same situation. And I totally agree with all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a moment went by without thinking of her. I find myself keeping busy just to take me away from thinking so much about it. I've become a freakin weeper!!! When I'm alone I weep over small things....the sad story line on tv, when reading newspaper..almost about everything..I even weep when I saw P.Diddy's performing at the Concert for Diana..can you dig that?? I can't either...though I try to contained it within me only. Can't let it go in public ehh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without my mom, I think I will be at loose end.....the fact that I'm not talking to her but just seeing her made me feel all intact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I'm going to follow my hunch like I always do, something good will turn out from this..I'm positive and that my mom will find her way to forgive me and I will crawl up to her and beg for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I make sense? Am I tempting fate here? What if...what if... I'm not going to think about it..she's my pillar of strength even if she always put me down about my weight, she's my world greatest mom....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every cloud has a silver lining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I keep telling myself that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Allah, please make it easy and not make it difficult...Rabbi yasir walatuassir..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-4095130095500298558?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/4095130095500298558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=4095130095500298558&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/4095130095500298558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/4095130095500298558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/07/of-hoping-and-pms-post.html' title='Of hoping and PMS post..'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-115145989689981405</id><published>2007-07-01T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:29:59.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality Bites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Health babbling</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time long long ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Eh..u know I went to see the doctor about this..etc...etc...blaa...blaa... then he advised to see gaini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Hmm..I heard the gaini in this hospital is quite good..reliable...so and so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Ehhh..where you went? not feeling well ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - No lah...just went to see my gaini for the usual check up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Ehh...you also pegie jumper gaini kaa?? which hospital?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Hospital so and so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Famous yaa dr gaini...she's everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Ehh..mestila all women must see dr gaini niee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - "Dalam hati" I must see who is this famous gaini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another couple of days later...A went to the said hospital,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Excuse me..saya nak jumper dr gaini. Is she around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receptionist - Ader. Have you made any appointment? Gaini maner yg cik nak jumper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Alaaa..dr gaini yg famous tu..byk kawan I jumper dier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receptionist - Err...gaini ader byk cik..which one do u wish to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Errr..gaini ader byk? wht do you mean ader byk? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receptionist - "Senyum senget" Oooo...cik, I think you've misunderstood...gaini means &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GYNAECOLOGIST, Doktor pakar sakit puan...Itu bukan nama cik.."senyum sumbing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - ooo....err..if that's the case you just book me with the best laa..."control macho"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaaaaa...muahahhaaaa....tu la perasan terer lagi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to a more serious note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the recent news about our drama queen actress Azean Irdawaty who already had her surgery to remove the lump and is now undergoing chemo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May she fight this disease with a strong heart and may Allah protect her from any distress for He knows best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seem to take health issue lightly, time may have changed, technology have gone up by major scale but our people mentality on health is still at the shallow end. I for one have to admit this. "head down" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered receiving a letter from my GP in UK in the year 2003 about my pap smear test. I was suppose to go for my 2nd check-up as they found a small cyst which they have taken some cell to do further test. At that time they told me that it was nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not return for my 2nd check-up as I've flown back to KL and did not attempt to do so in KL after my mom got a shocked of her life that I took the pap smear test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a semi conventional mother she is, she was like...eh pegi pap smear?? U are not married yet, why you do that? Did you know that they have to stick it in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, yes mom, and for you information, all the girls in UK gets a letter from their GP on this test as soon as they finished high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I add on, takkan la org yg tak kawin sampai umur 50 don't need to get the test?? This disease is not only for married women kan Mie??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just kept quiet. And I did not pursue with any follow up till now. No..I'm not blaming my mom for her lack in knowledge on this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did not expect to look it at that angle - anak dara tak leh buat pap smear nanti pecah dara....Didn't expect that.. Has some sense in that... I dunno...anyone has opinion on this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's my body, I should have been more persistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall look into this pronto and also I've to do my mammogram, which I've never done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can recommend any reputable and reliable Gynae? Mind sharing it with me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're on health talk here, they say - You are what you eat... Research shows that the many diseases occuring now that was rarely heard couple of decade ago is due to the food we eat. How far true is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see the picture and explanation below... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/pic17505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/320/pic17505.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to ponder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast and easy microwave cooking for you? &lt;br /&gt;Read and you decide... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject:  Microwaved Water - What does it do to you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by Ms. Nenah Sylver.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a science fair project that my granddaughter did for 2006. &lt;br /&gt;In it she took filtered water and divided it into two parts. &lt;br /&gt;The first part she heated to boiling in a pan on the stove, and the &lt;br /&gt;second part she heated to boiling in a microwave. Then after cooling &lt;br /&gt;she used the water to water two identical plants to see if there &lt;br /&gt;would be any difference in the growth between the normal boiled water &lt;br /&gt;and the water boiled in a microwave. She was thinking that the &lt;br /&gt;structure or energy of the water may be compromised by microwave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out, even she was amazed at the difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known for years that the problem with microwaved anything is not &lt;br /&gt;the radiation people used to worry about, it's how it corrupts the DNA &lt;br /&gt;in the food so the body cannot recognize it.  So the body wraps it in &lt;br /&gt;fat cells to protect itself from the dead food or it eliminates it fast. &lt;br /&gt;Think of all the Mothers heating up milk in these "Safe" appliances. &lt;br /&gt;What about the nurse in Canada that warmed up blood for a transfusion &lt;br /&gt;patient and accidentally killed them when the blood went in dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the makers say it's safe. Never mind then, keep using them. &lt;br /&gt;Ask your Doctor. I am sure they will say it's safe too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof is in the pictures of living plants dying. &lt;br /&gt;Remember YOU are also Living. Take Care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just finished my mid year appraisal with my boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear this...on of my objective...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is to reduce 8kgs by mid next year....boleh kaaa?? Like it has anything to do with my work performance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being the usual me, I took it positively and proudly nyer nak announce that I've been going jogging for the past 3 weeks on my off day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so that's just once a week..but it's a start yeahh...And I jogged non-stop for 35minutes...wow!!! The 5 months of walking to and fro the lrt station has definitely paid off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next swimming...anyone wants to join. Skarang dah ader burkini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk mat-mat yang bacer, burkini yee...bukan bikini okehh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="260" src="http://www.buzzhumor.com/player/embedflvplayer.swf" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="autostart=false&amp;file=http://media.buzzhumor.com/36/the_burkiniTNNe8.flv&amp;bufferlength=5&amp;streamscript=lighttpd&amp;width=300&amp;height=260" scale="showall" name="index"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-115145989689981405?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/115145989689981405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=115145989689981405&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115145989689981405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115145989689981405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/06/high-technology-vs-good-old.html' title='Health babbling'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-6466116273965272896</id><published>2007-06-28T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:25.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality Bites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>WTH!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Your blog is locked &lt;br /&gt;Blogger's spam-prevention robots have detected that your blog has characteristics of a spam blog. 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You will not be able to publish your posts, but you will be able to save them as drafts. &lt;br /&gt;Save your post as a draft or click here for more about what's going on and how to get your blog unlocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam tetiba panic attack!!! wtf!!! all my entries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeng..jeng...jeng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 48hours it was ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pheww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RoOo2MqaQ9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/D9ExQ5NfoEM/s1600-h/r153377_550198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RoOo2MqaQ9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/D9ExQ5NfoEM/s320/r153377_550198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081090453669561298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RoOkVsqaQ8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/BVfoq94iSO0/s1600-h/capt.f479efece6964f85b2b152b2d86f0cdf.iraq_children_ny191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RoOkVsqaQ8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/BVfoq94iSO0/s400/capt.f479efece6964f85b2b152b2d86f0cdf.iraq_children_ny191.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081085497277301698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RoOkL8qaQ7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/gVzvS1_gl9o/s1600-h/capt.e6b9c8e1344744819810105f27f69a8e.iraq_children_ny194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RoOkL8qaQ7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/gVzvS1_gl9o/s400/capt.e6b9c8e1344744819810105f27f69a8e.iraq_children_ny194.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081085329773577138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RoOkCcqaQ6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Q0Xl_rBtvYs/s1600-h/capt.9cc3d92b760c4ac382b74b2b42180760.iraq_children_ny195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RoOkCcqaQ6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Q0Xl_rBtvYs/s400/capt.9cc3d92b760c4ac382b74b2b42180760.iraq_children_ny195.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081085166564819874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always behind when it comes to reading newspaper. I read yesterday's paper today. Well at least I'm reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart weep and tears streaming down my cheek when I saw the pictures above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of idiot, moron, maniac, crazy human can do this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are children for godsake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take someone your size god dammit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happen to kind heart?? Where is love when these children need it?? I wish I can have my hands on the caretaker, by god I will.....damn I'm so angry, frustrated, sad.... everything at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad the Al-Hanan orphans in Baghdad are in better hands now wherever they are. &lt;br /&gt;Now I appreciate my childhood more than ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the US Soldiers are doing a teeny weeny bit of noble act than taking people's life. Pardon my patriotism...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the caretaker will be punished and rot in hell!!! Scum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more on these kids &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/news/photos/2007/06/21/1957742.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-6466116273965272896?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/6466116273965272896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=6466116273965272896&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/6466116273965272896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/6466116273965272896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/06/wth.html' title='WTH!!!!!'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RoOo2MqaQ9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/D9ExQ5NfoEM/s72-c/r153377_550198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-1091018816797445306</id><published>2007-06-25T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:26.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me at work'/><title type='text'>Mari belajar spelling....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rn_hWHcZ_XI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rdpZxe_qc3k/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rn_hWHcZ_XI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rdpZxe_qc3k/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080026674768772466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Monday. Every Monday I teach Basic Adult English to my staffs from 8 - 9am. It's humorous I tell yaaa...My peeps are funny people...ader dari makcik yg dah dah setengah abad sampailah semuda muda 20tahun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come from various background..dlm class tu ader minah indon, minah jawa, minah sabah laaa...mek kelate, yg utagha pun by gak, mat nepal, mat myanmar......kira complete la team haku nie..peeps who speaks malay with many accents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not surprisingly ada yang I consider quite good considering their level of career for now. I hope they can go far. In my industry, it's necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after my recap English class yang 3 weeks overdue because of the banjir, they had a morning briefing before starting their daily work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, of all days AM aku nak brief pasal spelling. Aku pun observe laa.. It was one of the funniest briefing ever...serious...I usually don't let myself go infront of my peeps...malu la kan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM tu cakap, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini saya nak briefing pasal you all punyer spelling dalam loss and breakages book..saya tak tau macamana A buat monthly inventory for this OPE, tapi kalau saya dah lama give up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 1       -  Ashtray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam maner nak sebut??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashtray yer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ader yg dgn bersusah payah lah berusaha nak sebut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"B" macamana sebut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asstray..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaa....asstrayy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaa..ass?? aaa..kiss my ass....ass tu pungkok aku!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebut lagi semua...ashtray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSHHHHHTRAYYYYY.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...macamane nak eja??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estray,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Axtray,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASHTRAY......boleh sumer??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolehh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next - Hi Ball Glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spelling dier bukan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibo Glas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HBG,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi b galss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H/Boll,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heibow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ebol  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Bukan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasbull...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One staff interuppted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cik UBA, tu Hasbullah Awang tu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku nak gelak ke tak nak????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spelling dier sumer adalah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Ball Glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boleh sumer???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOLEHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we have - Tumbler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumblur,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.Gllas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumble..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun interrupt, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumble tu tergolek ok??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam maner eja nie??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T U M B L E R....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM aku pun continue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nie..niee...aper nie??? saper bleh explain??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya agak-agak lah..I think it's saucer...tolong yer...ejaan dier bukan saose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah sekitar our briefing this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But top this ladies and gentlemen....last but not least yg buat aku gelak tergolek-golek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SAWANG KENTANG"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saper tau??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can figure this out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah tau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teka laaa??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jengg..jengg...jengg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's suppose to be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOWER CURTAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak tau laa..indon ker jawa ker, kelantan ker or saper saper laaa...but shower curtain became &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sawang kentang???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat that..guys.... sesapa ader maid indon cuber tanyer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really...I love my peeps..sometimes they make me angry, they make me sad, they make me feel hopeless..but best of all they can also make me laugh like crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai biler2 aku akan ingat sawang kentang nie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rn_mi3cZ_aI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yoe4-rTTnx8/s1600-h/showercurtains_1952_5046954.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rn_mi3cZ_aI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yoe4-rTTnx8/s400/showercurtains_1952_5046954.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080032391370243490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my fellow bloggers....the above is shower curtain and not sawang kentang...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-1091018816797445306?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/1091018816797445306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=1091018816797445306&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/1091018816797445306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/1091018816797445306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/06/mari-belajar-spelling.html' title='Mari belajar spelling....'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rn_hWHcZ_XI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rdpZxe_qc3k/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-1658987173222319551</id><published>2007-06-24T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:27.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged'/><title type='text'>10 simples pleasures tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RnzqUncZ_WI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rF_Dpx3njBs/s1600-h/tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RnzqUncZ_WI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rF_Dpx3njBs/s400/tn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079192119673486690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis &lt;a href="http://icedome.blogspot.com"&gt;Tynna &lt;/a&gt;tagged me not too long ago...sorry sis for the delay..better late then never..they say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) To take a year break and travel the world backpacking without having to worry about any bills. And a job to come back to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Time and financial permits to take short breaks, go somewhere and do my own thing at my own time. No rushing for lunch, dinner or having to get up for breakfast. Lie down under the stars, read books, sleep with the wind blowing brushing my skin or do a pirated dvd's marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) To be able to eat and not gaining a pound...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) To give my mom all the money in the world so she won't fret on me over small things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) To find my soul mate who accepts me unconditionally and get hooked within 3 months.....and the rest is history..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) A fully paid fully furnished penthouse in KL Triangle so I can walk to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) SMART tunnel to work so I dun have to &lt;a href="http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/06/rambo-first-flood.html"&gt;push that damn water&lt;/a&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Come back to a fully home theatre tv set complete with latest technologies in a sound proof room, a high speed internet and a lap top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Live and work abroad and come back for holiday to this hot beautiful country of mine..Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) That I will have a chance to get my parents ultimate forgiveness for all my shortcomings and a chance to give them a better life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya ok...some might not come true..but hey..we'll never know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone out there willing to make no 1 come true..hehhh..hehhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-1658987173222319551?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/1658987173222319551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=1658987173222319551&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/1658987173222319551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/1658987173222319551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/06/10-simples-pleasures-tagged.html' title='10 simples pleasures tagged'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RnzqUncZ_WI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rF_Dpx3njBs/s72-c/tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-3509567234949775606</id><published>2007-06-22T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:27.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Once upon a time at LRT car park....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rns9SXcZ_VI/AAAAAAAAAF4/U7jGFXRzUqE/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rns9SXcZ_VI/AAAAAAAAAF4/U7jGFXRzUqE/s400/dog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078720390530465106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.56pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got down from LRT and headed towards the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn...Shit..die...die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandang couple tengah bergaduh...alaaa..mamat nie buat pekak la...help me la deyy... My car there...pleasee!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.05pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still standing at a faaaarrrr corner from carpark... Where is people when I need them???  Damn I'm gonna miss half of HEROES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.10pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good samaritan brudder who works with the LRT was doing his rounding found me standing looking helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apsal? Nak pie keta ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr..ye laaa...dah lamer tunggu niee.. Boleh tolong kaaa??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walking to the cars....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brudder - Sebenarnyer ANJING nie satu jer cara dier...jangan lari..pastuh jangan ader raser takut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku - Errr..tu laa..tapi saya nie memang penakut dengan ANJING... errr..tima kasih la..temankan saya niee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brudder - aaa..takpa...takpaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn dogs!!!!! Anjing hampass!!! 4 ekorr..woooo...keliling area keta haku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.15pm finally drove home... sial jerr hanjing niee...20minit tuuu..miss HEROES aku...I cud have reach home within that time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's any fear that I need to overcome..is with them dogs...poodle kecik pun boleh buat aku terkencing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-3509567234949775606?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/3509567234949775606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=3509567234949775606&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/3509567234949775606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/3509567234949775606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/06/once-upon-time-at-lrt-car-park.html' title='Once upon a time at LRT car park....'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rns9SXcZ_VI/AAAAAAAAAF4/U7jGFXRzUqE/s72-c/dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-5304807401391783664</id><published>2007-06-17T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:27.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Siblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Abah'/><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day - Dear Abah....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RnVahXcZ_UI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qIiQFZm7g24/s1600-h/tlp966078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RnVahXcZ_UI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qIiQFZm7g24/s400/tlp966078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077063684205444418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wishes to all Fathers out there and that includes my father. My relationship with my  father is totally different with my mom. I can talk about everything with my mom..err..ok not everything but whatever it is that I want to talk about, I can. But with Abah, it's a reverse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older cousins and elderly relatives have told many times that my Abah is a totally different person when we were younger. He was a dotting father and my big sister who's her first daughter is his favourite. He would bring us around whenever he has spare time off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom used to say..eeiihh...mummy dulu malas nak bawak all of you kuar whenever we do go out, but Abah always say that...eeii..mesti la bawak..we must stick together. Be it to groceries or any expos like the the book fair, or furniture fair..kan dulu dulu byk expo ni kan?? at stadium negara laa..DBP hall laa..and few other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact my mom bought this big bucket of bright orange for rice storing at this "expo" once upon a time, both mom and abah were so busy shopping when they heard a sound on a speaker "moooommmyyyy" followed by "sesiapa yang ada kehilangan anak..bla...blaa..." that bright orange bucket could fit my brother at that time. I was prolly in a pram then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew older abah became distant or was it us? Dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people told me, UBA appreciate your father while he's still alive for once he's gone, he's never coming back. I didn't understand this but as I grow older and wiser, I sorta know what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday when I send my father to Friday prayer, he looked so fragile. When I fetched him 2 hours later, he look really old and frail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a forgetful abah now. Kept asking the same question over and over again. He could not accept the reason why we sold the car after that minor crash last year. He could not understand why I'm holding his ATM card. Kak Long duplicated his IC and driving license for his safe keeping as he kept losing the original. Even then it still got lost. Everytime he ask for it, I would say..takder kat UBA la Bah, it's with you, remember I gave it to you? And he would go..ye ker?? Is there such thing as white lie? He accused me of stealing his money. Sometimes we see him walking to the lake and we'll follow him from behind just to make sure he reaches his destination safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was and is still emotionally hurt by his emotional abuse. There were times when I asked my mom, How did u do it? How can you accept his wrongdoing? My mom would say, he was not like that before. He's a man with ego he is. He took care of the bills, not asking a cent from my mom. My mom only spend on the groceries. He's a thrifty person too. According to my mom Arwah abang maser kecik use to say, abah kalau gie pasar, asik la sayur yang sama and ikan...kalau mommy best, ader sotong ader udang, ader sumer laahh..that's my father, he's childhood was not easy, therefore he's really stinged when it comes to money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were time I ask my mom, how can you tolerate all this? Because of you children, I don't want you all to grow up without a father. After all his flaws was not that major, he never hit my mom that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when he's on his crazy mood, I would say to mom, Mie sometimes I wish either Allah take me or him first because if not my life would be fill with sin to my father. Astaghfirullahallazim....nauzubilla minzalik...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my bro died, he asked my mom, "Ini eri ke? Eri dah takder?" And one night after my brother passed away, he asked my mom, nape Eri tak suker I? My mom cried bucket, she said, maner ader Bah..maner plak dier tak suker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in a car driving to Along's wedding when my mom said, It's 19th May,abang birthday today, he would be 38, I just nodded my head muttering I remembered. Then I heard she asked Abah, u ingat tak, birthday Eri nie? Birthday Eri yer?? 38 tahun dah yerr?? And he looked outside the window, I wonder what is in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when I was 10, I ran away from home, then after arwah Pak Long found me and took me to Abah, I was so scared that he would hit me. But instead he just hug me so tight and said never ever do that again and always remember that he loves me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder what happen to my Abah? Apakah dugaan yang Allah would like our family to overcome? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vaguely remember an ayat in Quran that says something like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah S.W.T takkan menduga kita dengan apa yang tak dapat kita terima. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is my lot. I'm counting my blessing, I've seen people suffering worst, enduring hardship in life and trying to make ends meet. At least my Abah provided us with an excellent shelter and good food and good education. What with the trauma and all....we are still surviving. U know what they say? What dun kill you just makes you stronger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else could I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add-on 18/6 :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered about 9 months before my brother's death, we had a family meeting to discuss about my younger sis mayday situation with her bf. After the meeting, somehow or rather arwah ended up wit Abah at the garden talking under the star. All of us were peeping from inside including my mom and I remembered she said..finally...finally...both of them are finally talking like father and son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my brother went into the house couple of hours later, we applauded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly he told my mom... Mummy, Ayi dah cuber mie..I did...but through out the conversation all he did was lecturing me like I'm a small kiddo...I tried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, all of us siblings decided to go to mamak for teh tarik and he came to a conclusion which all of us agreed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, he is our father, without him there is no us. Now we don't have to pretend we're bunch of Brady's but we don't have to disrespect him either. If that one day come and he'll be taken away, I will shed my tears....and 9 months later my &lt;a href="http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-rememberance-of-abang.html"&gt;brother&lt;/a&gt; left us. All 6 of us shed our tears....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-5304807401391783664?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/5304807401391783664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=5304807401391783664&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/5304807401391783664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/5304807401391783664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-fathers-day-dear-abah.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day - Dear Abah....'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RnVahXcZ_UI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qIiQFZm7g24/s72-c/tlp966078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-2895108086977625444</id><published>2007-06-13T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:27.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Masuk dalam lagi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RnAFHXcZ_TI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aOtW2qhRKqM/s1600-h/lrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RnAFHXcZ_TI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aOtW2qhRKqM/s400/lrt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075562404156931378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No..no...please read on. This is far from what you have in mind...hehh..hhehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many circumstances and via many tone of voices that we can utter the words above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When a couple are at the height of orgasm and needing more, of course uttering it with an additional of the word "sayang" at the end. Need I elaborate further?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Or could be when we're telling the children to scoot further in the car, again with "sayang" at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could think of many ways of saying those 3 words but this morning outside the lrt someone got pissed with some people in it, who has a habit of entering the coach and immediately stop right smack in the middle of the entrance/exit door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what could  be worst than having inconsiderate fools/morons/idiot as a fellow commuters who only cares about themselves?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One that don't know shit about the ethic of taking the lrt's or pretend not to know that they deserve an "idiot" remark before 9am. Boy..I would be pissed if I'm farked by stranger before the daily morning brawl...sucks big time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well good for you mate!!! Serves you right for being ignorant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some good tips &lt;a href="http://www.thingsasian.com/stories-photos/20918"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; on how we can make everyone's rush hour journey a little bit pleasant....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time anyone muttering "masuk dalam lagi" u better dig in and dig in deep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-2895108086977625444?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/2895108086977625444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=2895108086977625444&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/2895108086977625444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/2895108086977625444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/06/masuk-dalam-lagi.html' title='Masuk dalam lagi...'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RnAFHXcZ_TI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aOtW2qhRKqM/s72-c/lrt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-6599838696699437232</id><published>2007-06-08T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:29.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Siblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me at work'/><title type='text'>Rambo, First Flood!!!</title><content type='html'>SMART tunnel ain't smart yet after all...Last Sunday 3rd July, what was warned to me when I accepted this job, became reality. My "FIRST FLOOD" in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered it clearly..ohh UBA, the SOP for our department is that everything has to be kept above knee and nothing should be on the floor. And when the flood comes, jacket or no jacket everyone has to share the burden. Of course that came right after I put my signature on...cehh..dah sign baru nak cakap..takpe laaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aftermath was hell.. We had to push water for about 4 hours..clearing the mud and debris..no thanks to Sg Kelang!! Balik pukul 12 malam oiii...cud not even walk up to my room from the garage, fell asleep..sedar sedar pukul 2.30am...went up shower and hit the sack again. Aku rasa malam tu aku tido with my hands up in the air pushing water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SMART tunnel better be functioning soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read in the newspaper sometime few days ago that the tunnel will be fully functioning as dual tunnel by the end of June. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt from STAR Sunday 3rd. Macam tau-tau pulak nak banjir that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From scepticism to admiration - tunnel specialist - Dr Martin Herrenknecht's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~It involved digging a tunnel of about 10km between Kampung Berembang in Ampang and Sungai Besi to the south of Kuala Lumpur. The tunnel will allow access water from the upstream in the Klang river to be diverted directly to a huge lake in Sungai Besi, thus preventing flooding in the city centre near the Masjid Jamek area~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It better not rain cats and dogs again until the SMART becomes SMARTER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJes43cIU5s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJes43cIU5s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jg47NhRmc1s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jg47NhRmc1s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rmbp6ncZ_HI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PTYw1vJ3ypc/s1600-h/The+Beginning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rmbp6ncZ_HI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PTYw1vJ3ypc/s320/The+Beginning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072999223509253234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BEGINNING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rmbp7HcZ_II/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xERmQxnzc3s/s1600-h/Start+Floating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rmbp7HcZ_II/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xERmQxnzc3s/s320/Start+Floating.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072999232099187842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS START TO FLOAT BY THEMSELVES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RmbtyncZ_MI/AAAAAAAAAEw/B08PdsbuPCA/s1600-h/Titanic+air+minyak!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RmbtyncZ_MI/AAAAAAAAAEw/B08PdsbuPCA/s320/Titanic+air+minyak!!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073003484116810946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MURKY WATER EVERYWHERE..YUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RmbtyHcZ_LI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mbzWr96EXnw/s1600-h/Titanic+air+busuk!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RmbtyHcZ_LI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mbzWr96EXnw/s320/Titanic+air+busuk!!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073003475526876338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE MURKY, OILY, YUCKY WATERRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rmbtx3cZ_KI/AAAAAAAAAEg/F6B81H0erEM/s1600-h/Makin+Naik...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rmbtx3cZ_KI/AAAAAAAAAEg/F6B81H0erEM/s320/Makin+Naik...jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073003471231909026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;START NAIK BARANG....RESCUE TIME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RmbyIncZ_QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VkhpYhfyMnA/s1600-h/Aper+pun..posing+dulu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RmbyIncZ_QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VkhpYhfyMnA/s320/Aper+pun..posing+dulu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073008260120444162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSING DULU SEBELUM EVACUATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RmbyHXcZ_PI/AAAAAAAAAFI/oiJXiAf3TWc/s1600-h/Sewing+Up!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RmbyHXcZ_PI/AAAAAAAAAFI/oiJXiAf3TWc/s320/Sewing+Up!!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073008238645607666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BERAT NAK MAMPUSS OII..BENDA NIEHH....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RmbyFXcZ_OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/78kBWVahtHA/s1600-h/Still+At+Work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RmbyFXcZ_OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/78kBWVahtHA/s320/Still+At+Work.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073008204285869282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAFF AKU YANG BERDEDIKASI....WORK MUST GO ON...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RmbyEXcZ_NI/AAAAAAAAAE4/F7JVQX1pthA/s1600-h/Yay...masuk+locker!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RmbyEXcZ_NI/AAAAAAAAAE4/F7JVQX1pthA/s320/Yay...masuk+locker!!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073008187106000082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED ALERT!! EVACUATE TIME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add-on - 11/06/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd flood hit was major yo... As expected I came to work today with muds on the road and things in office scattered all over. Measured the flood via the water trace mark on the wall...pheww..slightly higher than me. See the last picture, imagine the water  rising and totally wiped out the long vanity mirror...can imagine or not?? aiyoooo... amazing to think that just few hours earlier the whole basement was underwater like in titanic and now it's just puddles of gross water with lots and I mean lots of things u can't even imagine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double shift today, went back at midnight, took my shower, soak my feet in warm water, eat my McChicken and watch Devil wears Prada....Hmmm.... thinking in another 7 hours I will be back to that pit hole...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday and genap lah 7 hari that my mom refuse to talk to me or me refuse to talk to me...I dunno..I'm just gonna let time fix it all for now.. at least when I see her at the patio before going to work I still do salam her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is &lt;a href="http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/04/9th-bunch.html"&gt;Qistina's&lt;/a&gt; cukur jambul. Just few minutes ago, her mom walked into my room arrogantly said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UBA, nak pinjam kereta nak pie kedai, reben dah habis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my keys, hand it to her and she snapped it from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No PLEASE no THANK YOU.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabar UBA....Sabar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RmlY7ncZ_RI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7TocX1Quqx4/s1600-h/Jeanne-Abdullah_400x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RmlY7ncZ_RI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7TocX1Quqx4/s320/Jeanne-Abdullah_400x.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073684236433227026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Congratulations to Pak Lah and his soon to-be wife Jeanne Danker ABdullah. Semoga berkekalan..ameen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RmlZeXcZ_SI/AAAAAAAAAFg/xCZ8cMLkeEU/s1600-h/badawi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RmlZeXcZ_SI/AAAAAAAAAFg/xCZ8cMLkeEU/s400/badawi2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073684833433681186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-6599838696699437232?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/6599838696699437232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=6599838696699437232&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/6599838696699437232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/6599838696699437232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/06/rambo-first-flood.html' title='Rambo, First Flood!!!'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rmbp6ncZ_HI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PTYw1vJ3ypc/s72-c/The+Beginning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-7324841579419579973</id><published>2007-06-01T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:29.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Mommy'/><title type='text'>Mom, Please forgive me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RmARRITE_mI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7bbulEIe36s/s1600-h/imsis569-058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RmARRITE_mI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7bbulEIe36s/s320/imsis569-058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071072166402129506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my tiredness was being misunderstood by mom. It's my only off day of the week and I really need to rest around and do my errands at my own time without any pressure. As I pass no. 3 couple of years ago, I've beginning to understand myself bit by bit. Sometimes, me confused me, can anyone understand me? Heck..I sometimes don't. Adakah aku going to be senile?? Mintak dijauhkan Allah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a temperamental person, but throughout the years I've toned down a lot. I know now that when I'm angry or being attacked for no reason, it's best I walked away and come back later for confrontation, when I'm more calm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now that I can forgive easily, not necessarily forget, but I'm learning to do that too. I hold no grudge to people who have hurt me intentionally or unintentionally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly I hate it when people make plans for me without giving prior notice or  assume that I'm always free just because I'm the only single in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a show on TV quite sometime ago, this shrink said to this lady - Go on Stephanie, express it, tell your father as if he's in front of you. Tell him how you feel about all the years of abusing you've endured.- You will feel better, even if he's 6 feet below. Let it go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I'm going to now. Instead of talking, I'll write about it. Glad that my mom is still breathing while I'm writing this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum Dearest Mummy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, please accept my apologies for my uncalled behaviour this morning. It's absolutely not acceptable. I want to stress here that, mom you can always ask for my help at anytime, but I just wish that you give prior notice and even without notice, I may sulk like I always do, but I'll do it. I only have very limited rest day. I don't have luxury of what other siblings have. I cannot be going to the bank every rest day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand where you stand on the fact that I sleep more then I work. Because I only sleep average of 5.5 hours everyday..rarely I get to sleep more because of the nature of my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I somehow was not verbally rebellious to you like I always do. I kept silent and off course my expression shows frustration by the misinterpretation. But I sense that you wanted me to not shut up but instead talk back as how I always do. I was more perturbed by the fact that Ayu always like to "batu api" when situation like this happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think I made your drop a tears or two today and this is not the first time, I admit and beg for your forgiveness, but she has to stop that kind of attitude. Always finding a chance to "tembak". How many countless time that she made you cried too?? With her new born tu and how she refused to follow yur advise and instead rely on the internet for everything. Like your experience giving birth to 7 children are nothing compared to the internet knowledge. Have I ever made situation worst? Nope, I always said, biarlah mom, she has a husband and now a mother, pandai-pandaila nak hidup. Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not one of your best product. I'm not the smartest, I'm not even what every mother's dream. I'm fat, you always say so. Every achievement, it's not good enough because I'm fat. I'm still not married because I'm fat, you stressed this fact all the time, I know. Is it not matter that I'm happy? Doesn't it matter to you that I made it this far from the result of your upbringing? Is it still not enough of an achievement unless I'm slim as every mother's dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I could not ask for a better mom. You've supported me all my life emotionally and materially. Please accept the fact of who I am. I try to change to suit your requirements, but I can only do so much. I'm freakin' 32 mom!! There's things I can change, there's things are stuck to me like glue. I cannot make you proud like Kak Long do, or please you like Ayu does, or make you feel at ease just by being present like adoi and abang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm granted a wish, I would wish to be slim just to make you happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can afford it, I would buy a man love to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be a 4th wife just so I can give you 5g's a month, just to make you happy. Just so you dun have to work hard at this age. It's all children's dream to give their parents back wealth in return to the years of sacrifice and hardship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for you mom...but I'm sure that deep inside you would not want me to do something that will not make me happy kan?? Isn't that what mother's suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my sister, please laaa...jangan suker jadie "fire stone". You know that's like a disease.... like a piece of splint that's stuck in you and remain there mencucuk-cucuk okeh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love and kisses....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s - adakah hati aku relief?? a little bit yes...mamat kat coffee bean nie mesti ingat aku nie giler dari tadi asik lap mata aku yg berair nie...sensitive heart I have when it comes to my mom. I love her..I do..I just wish she would understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-7324841579419579973?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/7324841579419579973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=7324841579419579973&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7324841579419579973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7324841579419579973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/06/mom-please-forgive-me.html' title='Mom, Please forgive me....'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RmARRITE_mI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7bbulEIe36s/s72-c/imsis569-058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-6807136017557779475</id><published>2007-05-28T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T00:52:59.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Chemistry or Compatibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width=300 height=250&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MEskpfHOTAk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MEskpfHOTAk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width=300 height=250&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.completealbumlyrics.com/lyric/131284/Elliott+Yamin+-+Wait+For+You.html"&gt;Wait For You lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt nothing in the world like this before&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m missing you and I’m wishing you would come back through my door&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to go?&lt;br /&gt;You could have let me know; so now I’m all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl you could have stayed but you wouldn’t give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;With you not around it’s a little bit more than I can stand&lt;br /&gt;And all my tears they keep runnin’ down my face&lt;br /&gt;Why did you turn away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why does your pride make you run and hide&lt;br /&gt;Are you that afraid of me?&lt;br /&gt;But I know it’s a lie what you keep inside&lt;br /&gt;This is not how you want it to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t know what else I can do&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me I ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;If it takes the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you think I find it just ain’t true&lt;br /&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a long time since you called me&lt;br /&gt;(How could you forget about me)&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be feeling crazy&lt;br /&gt;How can you walk away&lt;br /&gt;(When) Everything stays the same&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t do it baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will it take to make you come back&lt;br /&gt;Girl I told you what it is and it just ain’t like that&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you look at me?&lt;br /&gt;You’re still in love with me&lt;br /&gt;Don’t leave me crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby why can’t we just start all over again&lt;br /&gt;Get it back to the way it was&lt;br /&gt;If you give me a chance I can love you right&lt;br /&gt;But you’re telling me it won’t be enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t know what else I can do&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me I ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;If it takes the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you think I find it just ain’t true&lt;br /&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why does your pride make you run and hide&lt;br /&gt;Are you that afraid of me?&lt;br /&gt;But I know it’s a lie what you’re keeping inside&lt;br /&gt;That is not how you want it to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If it’s the last thing I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t know what else I can do&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me I ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;If it takes the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you think I find it just ain’t true&lt;br /&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be waiting …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 3 at the AI 06 - Elliot Yamin...I so fell in love with this dude...and that song... the voice, the music arrangement..blends well with him..though I must re-consider that new hairdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam minggu yg lepas saya pergi makan-makan char koay teow with a friend. What intended to be a short lepaks became a till midnight session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam-macam we talked about or I did.. I talk a lot beb..I know..shut me off if you need too ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of the girlie talks, we were discussing about what do we want in men? Besides money, alim, rajin semayang and all the qualities which seems only achievable in dreamland, we came down to 2 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compatibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said perhaps it's finding a compatible partner is what we're lacking. &lt;br /&gt;Then I suggested, chemistry. Chemistry is what's we're missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only ever had 1 serious non-family related relationship throughout my entire life. Everyone else has tonnes of relationship to brag about....pathetic kan.. and then there's a fling or two that was just what it is..a fling. That one serious courting I had lasted 7 years!! I went through infidelity, twice infact, then had to deal with the temper and mood swings and not forgetting having to deal with his crack addict. Yet I was stuck with him for 7 years. It was not all bad 7, prolly good 3's and 4's ups and downs. One thing for sure I had chemistry with him. He knows what I need when I needed it, how to deal with me when he had to etc..etc... Despite being cheated twice I stupidly accepted him back in my life. Maybe because he makes me feel good. If it weren't for his crack, I honestly think he is the one. I planned but Allah has something else in store with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I discredit myself too much. Maybe because he made me feel good I accepted his nonsense crap. Maybe because he made me laugh, I stayed with him. And maybe because he sometimes insulted me emotionally that made me think I'm not worthy for anyone else but him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of maybes but there were no regrets...I thanked him for the time we had. Happy time for sweet remembrance and bad time as lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Que Sera Sera for me now. The future's not for me to think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And till that chemistry swings by again I'll just stick to the luxury singles can enjoy and do at anytime we feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Elliot says...I'll wait for you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-6807136017557779475?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/6807136017557779475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=6807136017557779475&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/6807136017557779475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/6807136017557779475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/05/chemistry-or-compatibility.html' title='Chemistry or Compatibility'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-5871618491532706838</id><published>2007-05-25T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:29.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Akademi Fantasia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family - Abang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><title type='text'>Reality Shows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RlaVb4TE_kI/AAAAAAAAADw/3K6z2wqnFzU/s1600-h/insidepix1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RlaVb4TE_kI/AAAAAAAAADw/3K6z2wqnFzU/s320/insidepix1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068402736853483074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be a little too late. Congratulations to Mila for breaking the male domination in the AF. I dozed on and off during the show and even missed the FA Final match because all the femme in the family out vote the man. So my abang and bro-in-law had to watch it at mamak shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final was on 19th May 2007. A significant date until 2 years ago my 1st abang passed away. And so happen malam tu Aswad new single title was &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~BILA MATI CINTA TERHENTI~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam tau-tau pulak laa.... Yeah..my SIL got married not a year after my brother's death. Walau dah bertahun-tahun courting plus marriage plus 5 beautiful kids, she still needed a man whom she claims is for the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini bukan posting mengungkit, tapi posting "masih tak memahami" tindakan kakak ipar aku itu. Maybe it's sex, maybe not, can be anything..aper pun I hope she's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aku nak tujukan lagu ~BILA MATI CINTA TERHENTI~ nie kepada dia. Semoga berbahagia dunia dan akhirat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RlaYwITE_lI/AAAAAAAAAD4/y6A5pGs8x4k/s1600-h/american_idol_s6_fin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RlaYwITE_lI/AAAAAAAAAD4/y6A5pGs8x4k/s320/american_idol_s6_fin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068406383280717394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordin clearly deserve the crown. That finale singing was superb compared to Blake. I thot the final contestant this year..takder ummph!! factor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be real awesome if it was Jordan vs Melinda or Lakisha...or better Melinda vs Lakisha. Now that would be a blast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to see Glady Knights and Bette Midler and other famous superstars performing live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all it was Jordin night. That 17yo lass sure deserve it. I just hope she wun end up another Spears or Lohan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I always said combination of Black and white genes...fantastic siot!!!! Have u seen black and malay combination??? Lagi fantastico....I've seen one..infact two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who missed the show last night and maybe tonight too.. this is a uTube of both Blake vs Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="230" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UqJTDrRIFA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UqJTDrRIFA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thisss!! is the American Idol..... Alaaa..ala...Ryan Seacrest tone.. Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="230" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vscyeW6Uq3E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vscyeW6Uq3E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-5871618491532706838?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/5871618491532706838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=5871618491532706838&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/5871618491532706838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/5871618491532706838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/05/reality-shows.html' title='Reality Shows'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RlaVb4TE_kI/AAAAAAAAADw/3K6z2wqnFzU/s72-c/insidepix1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-4869519780065358555</id><published>2007-05-24T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:30.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Man U'/><title type='text'>My History in Football</title><content type='html'>Ok...let me see..yeah...i remembered my first ever football fever was sumwhere early 90's. It was the German worldcup..dan pada maser itu Beckenbaur was like the football gladiator. Aku ingat yg aku akan duduk dihujung back bench of the tv hall which was full with my late brother's cranky, mat rock, mat breakdance, mat nerd friends. He was then at SMSS. He was still playing for the old boys till his last days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was when I developed a minor interest n football. Aku amat kagum dgn cara football ini menarik perhatian aku terutamanyer player player dier yg henskem dan sasa belaka. There was no Beckham or Henry at that time. Dan aku tak sedar adernyer EPL, CL, Spanish League, Italian League dan yg seangkatan dgnnyer. I didn't have the luxury of cable TV then and during my high skool days I was sooo into softball. Dan off course giant-giant softballers maser itu adalah the Japs and Americans. I was in the school team, not one the best player and I played outfield. And my batting sucks..infact at one point, it was the last inning, 2 down and full base. What did I do??? I got striked out...betapa kecewanye team haku..maser tu...we lost to MGS...ooo...that was our sworn enemy..kinda like man u and chelsea..laaa. Aku sanggup naik bas turun bas untuk pegie live match Japs tea nie. Weii...maser tu kalau naik bas turun bas adalah perkara besar utk aku..selain naik bas dr kelang sampai AJ dan naik cab pegiee picad..naik bas ketempat tempat lain memerlukan berbagai kajian logistic utk aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I finished high school. I went to college and maser tu adalah zaman hype team merah kuning...As soon as I started work and own a car, aku ader kaki yg selalu ajak aku pegie stadium SA for all the red yellow home match. Pastuh kawan aku kawin..dah takder kaki. Ex aku pulak..kaki bangku...well not really but he was not into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I flew to UK...where it all begin. English from toddlers to oldies are crazzzyyy over football. Seriousss..nyer...and they are hardcore fans...down or up they will still stick to their team. Kinda like till death do us part. Football, pub and a lager blends well together. Maner ader kedai mamak kat situ kan??? yg ader skrin besar tu..kalau ader pun mesti tak laku..tak pun sumer yg ader beku kesejukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Madejski Stadium was about 40 minutes away from Newbury where I was back then. Maser tu aku layan football dgn siam-siam yg ader kat staff hall, selalulah bertekak dgn minah tagalog dan minah lain yg taksub dgn MTV channel..maklumla MTV kat saner...phegghh!!! bergetah!!!...Boss aku generous..staff TV besat gilers..u shud see where we stayed...staff quaters amatlah impressive. Sometimes there are few saturdays that my boss decided to bring the kids out and I have to follow. Most of the time pegie Reading laaaa...kalau lalu jer kat Madejski Stadium tu..meriah giler. Maser tu Reading was in Div 1...hati aku melonjak-lonjak..sabar jer laaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sometime I decided to make it on my own and get some freedom, I moved to London. I got a job at West London. I stayed in East London. 26 stations to work via the green line. Lalu la west ham station dan bermacam macam lagie. Then I moved to Tower Hill, it was about 9 station away from work. Sebab life aku kat London adalah kerja, kerja dan kerja, I moved to Earl's Court and walking to work takes about 10minutes...waaahhh...gembiranyer..aku. Biler weekend aku kerja double job, I'll take the night bus and I'll be home in 20minutes. Sleep for about 2 hours and back to work for another 16 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the hype point. Where I work, all was into football...be it the boobs or the dicks. Maser itu la aku raser kehangatan football and that was when I knew Man U was the one. Not that I didn't know Man U before, I was not paying much interest in them. I stayed very near to Chelsea home stadium, so everytime Chelsea played at home dan menang...ohhh..tidak..tak sanggup aku tgk warna biru merata-rata...sampai biru mata aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes aku slalu gie Holloway ngan god sis aku...tempat Arsenal... lagielah.. ..stress...why la my team stadium is far up north??? Kalau aku tak layan football at this time..terasa betapa aku dioutkast at my work place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So towards the end of my time there, like couple of months before I'm due home, sales  team aku secure a deal with few football teams from the EPL. So everytime these team ader away match ngan Chelsea they will stay at my workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the first team arrived was Everton, Rooney was with them at that time. Maser tu tak lah seglamor maner mamat nieh. It was before Euro 04. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about English team, they're very discipline. No hanky panky....usually they will need 2 rooms whereby we have to removed the furnitures to make into a massage room. Minibar items will be removed. Means not alcohol. They eat in a banquet room, under strict meal supervision from in-house chef. And dah tentu get enough sleep. And they are not at all pig headed..all were cool...or is it aku tak pernah kena yg palat. Maser tu la aku byk jumper player like defoe, rooney to name a few. Dan memang lah takder rezeki aku...biler time aku dah nak berambus, baru la sales team tu secure deal dgn Man U to stay there for their match against Chelsea. Hampeh tak hampeh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang aku raser cam rugi plak biler kawan aku offer ticket free Chelsea vs Aston Villa aku tak amik. Kawan aku nie transit from Miami, bought a ticket online dan berkobar-kobar pakai jersey biru. Last-last sampai kat stadium mamat kena tukar baju or will not be allowed in becoz his tickets was for seatings at Aston Villa supporters. Kena getah!!! Since dah berbayar, dan kire conversion pound to RM..terpaksa lah mamat gadaikan maruah biru itu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Euro 2004. Aku ingat sgt maser tu aku refer England as "team aku" macam lah  aku nie Brits totok. Kawan aku sgtlah berbulu kalau aku refer England by that. By then aku dengar Piala Malaysia diconquer oleh NON-STATE team...aku was like?? DBKL?? TNB Melaka?? biar betull??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered Euro 04 semi - England vs Portugal...sungguh mengecewakan..memang penalty ending always a jinx to England. And out of the blue, the Greeks won the Euro 2004...biar betul niee???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Athens 2004.....of course the south american team proved that they're still  the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I'm hooked....balik malaysia..pun hooked jugak....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 Euro cup aku tgk kat modesto with bunch of office mates and the next day half of us was on leave...ngantukss..siol...i was into France maser tu...kalah jugak...frust giler babas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So early this morning 2 of the biggest Europe team will fight for a trophy that will define their credibility as the best European soccer club, Liverpool in desperate need to retain their title and AC Milan haunting turks tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the best team win..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RlRlWYTE_jI/AAAAAAAAADo/H9wFvT1XkmI/s1600-h/ABC_SOCCER_070523_ms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RlRlWYTE_jI/AAAAAAAAADo/H9wFvT1XkmI/s320/ABC_SOCCER_070523_ms.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067786915852647986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst...boleh kah aku mengaku yang sampai sekarang aku masih gagal nak detect off side just like how I can't figure out tennis score counts. Funny I can immediately cal a ball or strike in baseball but not this offside shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated at 23.46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2-1 for AC Milan...well u win some and lose some....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-4869519780065358555?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/4869519780065358555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=4869519780065358555&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/4869519780065358555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/4869519780065358555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-history-in-football.html' title='My History in Football'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RlRlWYTE_jI/AAAAAAAAADo/H9wFvT1XkmI/s72-c/ABC_SOCCER_070523_ms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-2150399974741747902</id><published>2007-05-21T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:30.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hanzallah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family - Adoi and Siti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Man U'/><title type='text'>Twinkle Twinkle Little Starz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kPG_U6y38ps"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kPG_U6y38ps" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanzalah the Clown....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was singing and he was dancing along...hehh..hehhh...this was his funny act with his sisters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drogba destroyed the double dream wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RlGhz__FaLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kRg-9qY5fY0/s1600-h/_42947131_416drogbagoal_getty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RlGhz__FaLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kRg-9qY5fY0/s320/_42947131_416drogbagoal_getty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067008970489948338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad day for the reds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RlGh0P_FaMI/AAAAAAAAADY/Qa8OeujuNqo/s1600-h/_42947085_416sadness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RlGh0P_FaMI/AAAAAAAAADY/Qa8OeujuNqo/s320/_42947085_416sadness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067008974784915650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this newly built stadium...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RlGh0P_FaNI/AAAAAAAAADg/1WESswVQms4/s1600-h/_42947095_416wembleyarrows_getty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RlGh0P_FaNI/AAAAAAAAADg/1WESswVQms4/s320/_42947095_416wembleyarrows_getty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067008974784915666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a frustrating ending and I soooo totally can't stand that Mourinho face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get by playing safe????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-2150399974741747902?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/2150399974741747902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=2150399974741747902&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/2150399974741747902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/2150399974741747902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/05/twinkle-twinkle-little-starz.html' title='Twinkle Twinkle Little Starz...'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RlGhz__FaLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kRg-9qY5fY0/s72-c/_42947131_416drogbagoal_getty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-7005998917715390316</id><published>2007-05-17T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:32.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Movies'/><title type='text'>Multiple ways..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rksa_f_FaJI/AAAAAAAAADA/EHZRRZUgN2k/s1600-h/200408937-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rksa_f_FaJI/AAAAAAAAADA/EHZRRZUgN2k/s320/200408937-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065171884128430226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 ladies conversation during lunch break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady 1 - Che...aku nak selamba rumah kau esok? kau off ker keja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady 2 - Hmmm...cuti..boleh laaa..lepas keja trus selamba laaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady 2 - Dun forget aaa..bring yur clothes...suar dalam..ker ..sumer yg dalam laaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady 2 - Suar dalam 1 pun cukup laaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku - hahhh..1??? Min..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady 2 - Ye laaa...side a..side b maaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku - (Looking at Lady 1) Min yee keee??? serious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady 1 - Che...celaka kau cha...she believe u sehhh..damage my reputation only..maner  &lt;br /&gt;         ader laa...UBA..kau percaya la dier...aku nie org paling pembersih tau!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku - Ehhh...Min..instead of side a side B...might as well kau pakai pusing2...ader 2&lt;br /&gt;      side..leh pusing ke bawah!!! kinda like revolving knickers...hahhhhaaahahhh...&lt;br /&gt;      boleh pakai 3 kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady 1 - Cha..nie kau la nie..damage la rep aku niehh...celaka betull!!! takper besok    &lt;br /&gt;         aku tunjuk suar dlm aku..maner ader kuning2 woiii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note - Ini adalah perbualan antara 2 cina murtad dan melayu...&lt;br /&gt;       Che - sister in chinese&lt;br /&gt;       Selamba - Overnight stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question - Kalau thong?? camne nak pusing??? ouchh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ditched a huge feast planned whereby the guest list were 4 couples and me alone...and also white lied to my mom right before mom's day and left Along's bersanding much earlier all because I needed to have singles day out to watch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rksc0__FaKI/AAAAAAAAADI/wIotc9pHbBU/s1600-h/sumo_international_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rksc0__FaKI/AAAAAAAAADI/wIotc9pHbBU/s320/sumo_international_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065173902763059362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is was all worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was skeptical at first because I slept right through for his last movie. But this time coming...it was hell full of laughters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelakar..kelakar.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriusss.go and see it..u won't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really needed the singles day out....She needed a new spine and he just needed to woogie boogie...good combo ehh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-7005998917715390316?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/7005998917715390316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=7005998917715390316&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7005998917715390316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7005998917715390316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/05/multiple-ways.html' title='Multiple ways..'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rksa_f_FaJI/AAAAAAAAADA/EHZRRZUgN2k/s72-c/200408937-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-4636977113797778887</id><published>2007-05-13T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:32.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality Bites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Mommy'/><title type='text'>Happy Mommy's Day</title><content type='html'>~AN EXCERP FROM THE FRONTPAGE OF NST DATED 10TH MAY 2007~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUALA LUMPUR: What do you tell a parent whose child has gone missing? Can anything you say heal the wound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ching Poon was kidnapped on April 25, 2006 and her skeletal remains were found 11 days later&lt;br /&gt;Ching Poon was kidnapped on April 25, 2006 and her skeletal remains were found 11 days later&lt;br /&gt;Tengku Puteri Nur Aqilah Tengku Kamarudin was reported missing after she failed to meet her mother outside her school. She returned to her family last month&lt;br /&gt;Tengku Puteri Nur Aqilah Tengku Kamarudin was reported missing after she failed to meet her mother outside her school. She returned to her family last month&lt;br /&gt;The hearts of more than 1,900 parents continue to bleed for their children who are missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 2004, a total of 5,996 children aged below 18 went missing from their homes. However, except for 1,904, the rest subsequently returned home or were found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majority of those who went missing are girls. Of the four-year total, 3,398 were girls. In fact, girls from the 14 to 17 age group made up the majority of missing children in all four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Deputy Internal Security Minister Datuk Johari Baharum, 303 children and teenagers below 18 went missing from Jan 1 to April 13.&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that 176 of them have been found and reunited with their families. The rest continue to anguish over the fate of their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johari said there were five main reasons why children and teenagers went missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most ran away from home because they were influenced by their friends or were persuaded to do so by their boyfriends or girlfriends," he said in the Dewan Negara yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some children left home because of misunderstandings with family members, a lack of attention from their families or the wish to be free from their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These are the top five reasons why children run away from home. There are many more reasons."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said this in reply to Senator Datin Nik Azizah Nik Yahya who had wanted to know the reasons why children went missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If parents notice any change in their children’s behaviour, they should take immediate action to find out what is wrong," he said.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RkMhM-5oO9I/AAAAAAAAACw/e-N_jvEtsLU/s1600-h/PRP022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RkMhM-5oO9I/AAAAAAAAACw/e-N_jvEtsLU/s400/PRP022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062926913021426642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RkMg9-5oO8I/AAAAAAAAACo/QGFA18VxKts/s1600-h/pr75941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RkMg9-5oO8I/AAAAAAAAACo/QGFA18VxKts/s400/pr75941.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062926655323388866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is still very fresh in my mind. I was 10 when I ran away from home. All because I flunk my mid-term math paper. I was scared too death. Math was not my favourite subject and therefore not my cuppa tea. Passing marks just at the border was considerably good for me. I was scared like hell. The fact that I have to get home and show the report card to mommy and abah was terrifying. I can already imagine my dad long lectures and mom's cubit and spanking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to scoot. Pack the essentials in my knapsack and off I went with my trustworthy BMX. At that time I remember telling myself that I'm gonna cycle all the way down to Kg. Bharu and live there with my Kak Teh's family together with arwah Wan. I have always have a good sense of direction. I was confident that I'll make my way through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siap tulis surat lagi and left it on the dining table. I remembered cycling all the way and upon reaching the Federal Highway at Bulatan Istana-Shah Alam I decided to take a 360degree turn to Kompleks PKNS and hang out at my then favourite place - BBC - Berita Book Centre. I was sitting down reading couple of books when arwah Pak Long found me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought me home and I fondly remember how my dad hug me and told me never ever do that again and how he was afraid of losing me. I didn't remember how mommy reacted but throughout my life after that I knew she observed and understood and till now she has been an understanding mom minus the losing weight issue.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat with me prior to my Penilaian Exam in Std 5. Surprisingly I scored 4A's 1B and that B was for Science. Not bad for one who was always failing math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came SRP. She again found me a good tuition teacher and also sat with me as much as she could. And I did quite ok and got C3 for my math. But I did badly in Geography or was it commerce and it streached my grades. Dad was furious and he wanted to moved me to the school nearer to the house. I went berserk. After 8 years in the same school and I had to moved?? No way..I was adamant. I guess it is only now I realised why mommy was not so pushy on this. She prolly dun want me to freaked out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the biggest theory exam in my life. One that I cannot afford to fail. One that at that point of life was crucial in determining my future or so I thot. Mommy could not do much with me during this time because it's mostly subjectives paper. The reading subject was not easy but it was not that difficult either. I just needed to do more revision and less TV. But hell who's gonna help me with Math?? No one...I was so dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And true to it, I got P7 for my math, the only one time ever that I passed since form 4. I can't believe it. I so thot I'm gonna flunk it. The rest of other subjects was acceptable and again English save my ass and brought my grade a step higher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the result came out, mom and me sat down together and planned my future. She was so determined not to let this one litte devil of hers goes away without at least a minimum scroll in her hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said..ok UBA would you like to try this? Since numbers is not your strength and reading is your life, so you have to get a course that needs more reading and less calculation. So off I went to a college in Langkawi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was messed up a little during my college years. I played hard but I never strayed from my intention to get that paper. I promised myself that I would at least do this for mommy if not for myself. Somewhere along the way I was caught up with this web of mess and I had to fight back for my rights to be in class. Again I told myself if I have to beg, I will. And begging I did and I was re-instate. Phewww..that was so close. While waiting to be re-instate I stayed at home for 2 weeks. Mommy was cool about it. Though it was a typical youngsters issue, she did not nag about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I graduated and after lazing around for a month, mommy chased me out from the house. She urged me to look for suitable vacancy day after day. My first job interview, she drove me and even took that couple of steps up accompanying me in filling up the form. Hey...it was my first job interview. Couple of days later, I got the job... She always said I was born on a silver spoon...Mom I think I'm more on the wooden spoon kind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has played a big part in my life. Even when she was skeptical of me leaving abroad, she let me. And miles away when I needed a shoulder to cry on, she heard me. Her instincts was so strong that as soon as she heard my voice she knew something was wrong. But I told, I'm not coming back yet mom, not yet..I'll stay and fight. All I need was a word of encouragement, her doa and redha that was what she gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be an endless list of the so good things about my mom. But being the super  mom plus cranky at times she has her flaws too. And these flaws to me was what made her perfect. I would not want to trade her flaws for any other thing. By saying that means, she did not want us to do what we don't want to do but instead to do what we feel is right. Mistakes happen she says, when it does, we fall, then we rise with dignity, we learn from it and re-set our priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've always kept her in the middle of my on and off feud with my Kak Long. Sometimes I wish my younger sis is me and I am her. Whenever Kak Long put on her silent killer mode like now, anything I have to say I'll tell it to my mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes mom do hurt my feelings but that's just a little dot in my heart unaffected by all those years of sacrificed she did for me and the love she has for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows me too well that when I quietly left home couple of days 2 years ago in needing a space to myself after a great mental torture by Kak Long she understood when none of the siblings understood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be a post about why children are running away from home. Because I myself have run away from home too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, unexpectedly it turn out to be about my mom and since mom's day is just around the corner, I want to wish my mom a very Happy Mother's Day and I know you've been through a lot, with &lt;a href="http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-rememberance-of-abang.html"&gt;Abang's&lt;/a&gt; death and the pain of not able to see his &lt;a href="http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/05/kecewanya-seorang-nenek.html"&gt;children &lt;/a&gt;grow up. I wish you all the happiness in the world and hereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy please don't stop praying for me to be a better person for no other doa are more precious that a doa from a mother to her children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and will always have you in my doa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-4636977113797778887?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/4636977113797778887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=4636977113797778887&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/4636977113797778887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/4636977113797778887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mommys-day.html' title='Happy Mommy&apos;s Day'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RkMhM-5oO9I/AAAAAAAAACw/e-N_jvEtsLU/s72-c/PRP022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-5863666657452659171</id><published>2007-05-10T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:32.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Movies'/><title type='text'>Spiderman 3 &amp; Lakisha's tears...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rj01k-5oO0I/AAAAAAAAABo/Hk7v4yd6XWE/s1600-h/thumb-spiderman_3_teaser%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rj01k-5oO0I/AAAAAAAAABo/Hk7v4yd6XWE/s320/thumb-spiderman_3_teaser%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061260465710578498" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rj01TO5oOzI/AAAAAAAAABg/v-BrbmvCQnQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rj01TO5oOzI/AAAAAAAAABg/v-BrbmvCQnQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061260160767900466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say Spidey 3 has more drama and less action. It's better than Spidey 1 but Spidey 2 unmistakebly the best of the trilogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open fact on each other altar egos makes it less suspense. Mr Sandman character, the way it grows from small to big then disappears with the wind, I thought that was really creative. But that venom thingy...hmmm..the fact that it strike down like a meteor was a bit questionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Peter Parker don that black spidey suit underneath his daily clothes, he somewhat look retroish gay. That black under eyeliner sure make him look more gothic. And his dancing was terrible, credit for trying though...His eyes was very convincing when his carrying this character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that last past on best friend thingy...kira memang syahdu laaa..utk aku yg drama queen niehh...sob..sob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not much of an experience movie reviewer..Go and see.. It's worth the while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on line POTC 3 and SHREK 3...yeeeehaaaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RkMZWO5oO7I/AAAAAAAAACg/1memivYL2c0/s1600-h/281x211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RkMZWO5oO7I/AAAAAAAAACg/1memivYL2c0/s400/281x211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062918275842194354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakisha kissed American Idol goodbye. I was not surprised. Blake obviously scored with the girls, Dolittle has been consistent since the beginning and as quoted "her worst is still best" and Jordin sparkling 17yo who amazingly came back after being in the rock bottom last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope is Sparks and Dolittle in the final..unless Blake can do another original beatbox like when he did during the rock theme, he should stay away from that next week to claim his top 2 spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brianna...mommy comin' home darlin'....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-5863666657452659171?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/5863666657452659171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=5863666657452659171&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/5863666657452659171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/5863666657452659171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/05/spiderman-3-lakishas-tears.html' title='Spiderman 3 &amp; Lakisha&apos;s tears...'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rj01k-5oO0I/AAAAAAAAABo/Hk7v4yd6XWE/s72-c/thumb-spiderman_3_teaser%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-9147978906332782484</id><published>2007-05-09T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:33.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality Bites'/><title type='text'>Can you work it? Is it worth it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RkCcve5oO5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/sL6Ql7eDzrY/s1600-h/1B2362.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RkCcve5oO5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/sL6Ql7eDzrY/s400/1B2362.preview.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062218320726997906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RkCdEe5oO6I/AAAAAAAAACY/iYdcqJyWBhg/s1600-h/Overworked-593175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RkCdEe5oO6I/AAAAAAAAACY/iYdcqJyWBhg/s400/Overworked-593175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062218681504250786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say work hard and play even harder. But what if we were to work so hard and never get to the play harder part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually all of of us will die, it's a fact of life. Is just a matter of when, where and how. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link below reminded me that there's more to life than just working, working and working. That money is not everything but just part of everything. We have options to choose and therefore we must choose wisely. Wealth or health? My condolences to the family and especially her mother.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balance in life that's what we need... somehow is seems so hard to get balance let alone the balance in the annual figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this &lt;a href="http://pinkflower.multiply.com/journal/item/140"&gt;story&lt;/a&gt;, a story on how one human overworked herself that had cost her her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a &lt;a href="http://kaiyan.multiply.com/journal/item/197"&gt;tribute&lt;/a&gt; to the girl written by her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor confirmed she's suffering from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pulmonary_embolism"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also a checklist for all employers out there who have overworked their people  but still think they're underwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Thank you &lt;a href="http://looneypuff.blogspot.com"&gt;Jade&lt;/a&gt; for letting me share this with others too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-9147978906332782484?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/9147978906332782484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=9147978906332782484&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/9147978906332782484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/9147978906332782484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/05/moneymoneymoney.html' title='Can you work it? Is it worth it?'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RkCcve5oO5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/sL6Ql7eDzrY/s72-c/1B2362.preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-5264183790687905562</id><published>2007-05-07T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:33.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Man U'/><title type='text'>Kecewanya seorang Nenek...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-1d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376159274013&amp;amp;site=widget-1d.slide.com" style="width:300px;height:200px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:200px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=21&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=288230376159274013&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1d.slide.com/p1/288230376159274013/bl_t021_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=21&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=288230376159274013&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1d.slide.com/p2/288230376159274013/bl_t021_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang takder rezeki mummy nak jumper cucu dier, anak arwah abang...it's difficult to talk to them now...what more seeing them. So since there is an occasion which was a good reason to see them, mom ecstatic and looking forward to it. &lt;a href="http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/04/check-out-my-slide-show.html"&gt;Princess cake was ordered as per Mashitah's request here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a call received from Toki on friday night destroyed her appetite and there was a moment of silent. So the cake was ordered but Mashitah cannot make it. Reason?? All the kids were not feeling well. Called and asked, they're having slight coughing...therefore mama said not to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh....well...it's ok...grandma is just a little disappointed...so tak mengapalah..it's only kecewa seorang nenek dan seorang ibu yang kehilangan anak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy...sabar lah..insya Allah we'll meet them again some other time. Anyway Toki came to &lt;a href="http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/05/alongs-nikah.html"&gt;Along's nikah&lt;/a&gt; and took the cake home for her sick cucu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she'll like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rj89Z-5oO1I/AAAAAAAAABw/vzE3RiYpqPo/s1600-h/_42889803_manutd7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rj89Z-5oO1I/AAAAAAAAABw/vzE3RiYpqPo/s320/_42889803_manutd7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061832022778461010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rj89aO5oO2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/k7mtzgz2Py4/s1600-h/_42892127_chelsea416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rj89aO5oO2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/k7mtzgz2Py4/s320/_42892127_chelsea416.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061832027073428322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Chelsea.... Thank you for handing over the title to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United stand tall!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-5264183790687905562?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/5264183790687905562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=5264183790687905562&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/5264183790687905562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/5264183790687905562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/05/kecewanya-seorang-nenek.html' title='Kecewanya seorang Nenek...'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/Rj89Z-5oO1I/AAAAAAAAABw/vzE3RiYpqPo/s72-c/_42889803_manutd7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-1580573174271330012</id><published>2007-05-05T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T15:47:45.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Bells'/><title type='text'>Along's Nikah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-9e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376159272094&amp;amp;site=widget-9e.slide.com" style="width:300px;height:200px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:200px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=25&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=288230376159272094&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9e.slide.com/p1/288230376159272094/bl_t025_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=25&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=288230376159272094&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9e.slide.com/p2/288230376159272094/bl_t025_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-a1.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376159276193&amp;amp;site=widget-a1.slide.com" style="width:300px;height:200px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:200px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=25&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=288230376159276193&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a1.slide.com/p1/288230376159276193/bl_t025_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=25&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=288230376159276193&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a1.slide.com/p2/288230376159276193/bl_t025_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along Fara..that's what we call her. The eldest of anak ibu and abah. My cousin's daughter. Kak Teh's daughter. She finally tied a knot today Saturday 5th 2007. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along..I considered her as my first niece eventhough her mom and myself are only cousins. Kak Teh is only about 15++ years younger than my mom. Arwah Wan brought them up together. So we were very close. So close that all my brother's children call her Mak. She took care of Zahin, Muhammad and Habib for almost 4 years I think.. She especially has special bond with Muhammad. He was as big as the palm when he was born. If you's ask his mama how did she bathe him? She would answer, I don't know, it was all done by Kak Teh. They were like the son she never had. So Along and siblings were very close with the boys too..She was like their big sister. Despite the feud going on currently, Along always makes it a point to visit the kids when she can. She's such a sweet girl. But don't underestimate that small heart..she has a mind of her own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along, I know Ibu was not keen with your choice, but I'm sure he has something in him that you see and appreciate. And dun worry about Ibu ok...she has her flaws but don't we all have that kan? Hati Ibu macam kerak nasi...I'm sure she just wants to make sure that her eldest angel is well taken care of..as her promised to your Abah once upon a time. Achik UBA wishes you all the happiness and great blessings!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you newlyweds will have a great life ahead and bless with wonderful kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was scorching hot that afternoon. And of all day the road leading to Kajang from Cheras was giving bigger problem than usual...Like the normal traffic was not enough. And to add on, Along's future father-in-law car broke down..they were like really late. The nikah suppose to be at 2pm started only at about 3.45pm. Imam was already edgy since Asar is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a moment of stress if you asked me. With all the aunties and cousins commenting here and there..I would have lost it. But Along you just sat through it cooly...memanglah you anak abah yg penyabar...none like Ibu's genes yaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdullilah, despite the dugaan everything eventually went well...food was good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All not to well that ends well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now next week for the kenduri and the week after at the groom's house...phewww...what a way to spend 3 of May weekend's...and I'm pretty sure..it's gonna be scorching hot like it is always in a wedding...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-1580573174271330012?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/1580573174271330012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=1580573174271330012&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/1580573174271330012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/1580573174271330012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/05/alongs-nikah.html' title='Along&apos;s Nikah'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-1745587984888641970</id><published>2007-04-30T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:33.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>I do or  Do I ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RjYP7-5oOyI/AAAAAAAAABY/VyNYB5E7LW4/s1600-h/th_weddingrings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RjYP7-5oOyI/AAAAAAAAABY/VyNYB5E7LW4/s320/th_weddingrings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059248754568739618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H is just way too cool..sometimes it makes me gag... Grissom n Mac still the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I came back from work today and joined my mom and sis at the patio. Mom, so when is it your turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn to khawin... Mommy nak lepaskan tanggungjawab nie..so how old will you be this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belum ada yg berkaliber...Kalau khawin lagi susah..I might as well susah sorang-sorang... puas hati...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh..yeah..if that's the case..so true..and my sis just gave me a tiny smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear sis I sure hope you'll make the right move and don't fall for men ancient tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about wedding, I attended my cousin's son wedding last week. So came all sepupu sepapat etc etc...from all over town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis was sitting with one of the cucu of our golden citizen cousin when she heard this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cucu - Maner pengantin..maner pengantin tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adult - Tu ader tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cucu - Ohh..pengantin tu gemuk yaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere near are the new kid on the block clan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 1 - Harap-harap aku slim la sebelum aku kawin..kala tak sia-sia kena kutuk dgn  budak 5 tahun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 2 - Do the wedding sumwhere outside malaysia where the nation dun ridicule cute people like me and they especially stand to correct their kids language whenever it's not appropriate, so children will know what not to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 3 - Ban all kids from my wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 4 - Tak yah kawin laaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 5 - Elope...dramatic kann? Kalau mom aku tanyer, Apsal elope? sbb nanti ader budak 5 tahun cakap aku pengantin gemuk....hahhhahaaa..hahhhaaa..kelakar kan..intimidated by a 5 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids..kids...and despite all that I still love them like crazehhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to add on...subtitle on csi tonight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can sit there till your face turn blue but I did not kill my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau boleh duduk situ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sampai muka jadi biru&lt;/span&gt; tapi aku tak bunuh isteri aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabar jer laaa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-1745587984888641970?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/1745587984888641970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=1745587984888641970&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/1745587984888641970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/1745587984888641970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-do-or-i-do-i.html' title='I do or  Do I ?'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RjYP7-5oOyI/AAAAAAAAABY/VyNYB5E7LW4/s72-c/th_weddingrings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-121534811342624422</id><published>2007-04-27T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:34.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Movies'/><title type='text'>Wild Hogs with Weirdos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RjIRou5oOxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qth3ij8duzM/s1600-h/Wild-Hogs-movie-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RjIRou5oOxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qth3ij8duzM/s320/Wild-Hogs-movie-31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058124722972670738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scene 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife is the Queen Control of the family who reminded the husband that his time is up. Dateline due and since his dream to become a writer did not materialised the wife had taken proactive step by asking his former employer at THE FIRM to gave him back his old job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Chris Martin appear with his overalls printed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FIRM&lt;br /&gt;PLUMBING DIVISION (I think or sumthin' like that )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Laughing my ass off.....then I realised it's only me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love of god don't any of the peeps realised the joke behind it? Why the director had purporsedly focus the printed back of the overall displaying the word "THE FIRM" right after the modern, executive and screaming wife mentioned it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scene 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night on their first road trip Chris Martin spend half the night puffing the air bed manually. To top that their tent caught fire and they ended up all sleeping on the air bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woken up the next morning by a cop and Chris Martin was fired up because he suddenly realised he was pushed over while sleeping into the mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was blabbing ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell me why am i in the mud when it was me who had a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sore jaw for blowing.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut off when they saw the cop was watching all the 4 of them sleeping together and one of them was wearing only his undies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop who was obviously to ME was a gay, said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..say it man...say it..sore jaw for blowing....etc... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again only me was laughing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me...or is it me????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no doubt I was laughing alone half the time they were making deeper cracking jokes, I had fun. It was a good light comedy..just what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and watch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-121534811342624422?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/121534811342624422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=121534811342624422&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/121534811342624422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/121534811342624422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/04/wild-hogs-with-weird-audience.html' title='Wild Hogs with Weirdos'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RjIRou5oOxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qth3ij8duzM/s72-c/Wild-Hogs-movie-31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-7215875059827597204</id><published>2007-04-23T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T17:34:15.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Third Time Lucky??</title><content type='html'>The first time I bumped into him was when the contractor and I fininshed installing the hot water shower. Moi was in the house ransacking with my eyes on anything that I can find out about him...hehh..hehhh..hehhh...apek kat dlm bilik air berhempas pulas, aku bersuka ria kat hall..sian apek tu dah la tempang...ishh...ishhh..ishh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again from a far he waved at me as I still cannot recognize all this mat salleh..them all look the same to me..or is it rabun jauh?? denial..denial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next crucial 6 days..everytime the phone rings with unrecognized number..my heart will jump. ehhh..kesiannye aku..only have numbers people I know??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway he called on Friday to say that he needs the car sticker which I've forgotten to give him. Nie betul-betul overlook nieehh..but one carelessness that I've accepted coz now I have his number. Yaayy!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after few text messages, I agree to leave it under the door over the weekend. Nak jumper tak leh sbb mamat nie busy la weekend nie..stress mak!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night, just in the middle of CSI I text him to say that I might be running late but he will still get the sticker by tonight. Hell no..I'm gonna miss Grissom and friends for mat salleh nie..err..belum lagie laaaa..nyehh..nyehhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he replied - It's ok..no worries..I'm in KL now btw.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cisss...malaun mane la yg bawak dier cruising nehhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right after CSI and CSI NY I drove to the apartment and drop it there right under the door. I was checking from under the door for any cool air..ohh..takder..ac off confirm takder...:( so aku pun sambil jalan sambil la texting to tell him that I;ve drop off the sticker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...yes UP THERE is listening to me...i bumped into him again on the way to the lift...yuuu huuuu..bumped twice?? what a coincidence kan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview skit-skit and found out that he went for a day trip to PD and was surprise that his trip to KL that night was only half and hour..he went to off course the famous chinatown and several other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I told him that I'm working somewhere near HRC. Then he said...ohh..near the monorail...and I replied yes...:) And if he ever come by that side of the area just holla and perhaps get some discount if he's lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 10minutes...we said goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could there be a third time luck, like they say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-7215875059827597204?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/7215875059827597204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=7215875059827597204&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7215875059827597204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7215875059827597204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/04/third-time-lucky.html' title='Third Time Lucky??'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-4780105343198937214</id><published>2007-04-14T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T21:19:16.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Lessons in duck shooting</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XD1cxSE25ck"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XD1cxSE25ck" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note : The above video has absolutely no connection with the post below. Just kinda like this song.. enjoy it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old friend of mine gave me this book on my 31st birthday. I started to read it slowly only earlier this year and completed it a week ago. It's so her, doing things in a way I least expect it. I remember her fondly as the first school mate I met when I started Standard 1. Because of different upbringing we parted ways as we 've both found a different set of friends, nevertheless I still kept in touch and I'm glad that I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was the book about? It's about a single mom of two who's life is in dire need of a makeover. I'm just the same but without the kids. To make long story short, it's about doing shrewd self-marketing, get some duck-decoys until you're on a sure fire road to Mr.Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I had the courage to do so. I have low self esteem especially in engaging any possible what might have or give hope in my future social life. Yeah..it's my weight... but the funny thing is..it's only in my country that I feel this way. I guess it's because people I care and love i.e family takes obesity issues not only for health reason but also the reason as to why I'm pathetically single as to quote my mom "UBA..u have to slim down kalau tak camner mummy nak introduce kat anyone" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to this book, I was told by my sister that she finally found a tenant for the apartment - A German expatriate. He's arriving on the 15th April. But for some reason the company overlooked that this German was supposed to start work on the 16th and arrived on the 13th. I was like damn!!! So right after work on Thursday I rushed home fetch the help of mom's maid and got some cleaning done at the apartment. When I got back home, sister said I've to handover the keys the next day at 2pm. Gladly I said ok...after all she did her part already for finding a tenant who's paying quite at the high side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love of whatever it is...I saw this gorgeous white guy appears in front of me at about 2.30pm...fell in love...woii..mak...hensem nyer mamat yg nak duk kat apartment aku nieh... immediately remembering some tips from the book I flashed my biggest smile err...only because I've yet to master that cheeky smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied by the company rep, I escorted them to the apartment and showed him around. As if fate is not enough, he's going to work in an industry I left 5 years ago. So there's something to talk about after all...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw him again because I promised to get the hot water shower installed for him. He was not around when I came by with the contractor. I had a spare keys so I went ahead to install the thingy. Boy..was I feeling dissapointed. Left a note and not forgetting my contact number, as soon as I lock the door I saw him walking and as if a blur vision I saw this caucasian guy walking towards me and waved at me. I was like is that him because by hell he's getting more and more attractive..ok so my taste is blond blue eyed...so sue me... I apologised for not recognizing him and told him that the hot shower has beed installed and he might want to have a look. From where that nerve came from I don't know..I turned around followed him and waited while he checked the heater. He said ok and I said I left my number just in case he needs anything..he smiled and he said he wanted my number too from the company rep earlier...whoaaa...flattering :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said goodbye and into the lift. As if something has taken over my low self esteem mind, I intercom him from the reception and asked if I could use his toilet since it's raining and unable to get to my car....Old skool trick ehhh... He said yes and asked too if I can find him a lighter of some sort for the gas cooking stove. Never in a hundred years I ever dreamt I could do this. I myself cannot believe it...even if I did not succeed and he's not the Mr Right..at least I'm content with the fact that I tried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up...knocked on the door, flashed again my biggest smile ever and gave the lighter to him. I excused myself to the loo..alamak..just remembered that I ate sambal petai last night..better make it quick, flush and push down the cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came out and assisted him with the gas stove as this will be the first time he's gonna cook using live fire. Betapa bangganyer aku dapat menyalakan stove itu..walaupun kehadiran aku di kitchen sendiri boleh dikira dengan jari..and I also explained to him how to on and off the gas tank. Not bad UBA...not bad at all..high 5....low 5...u go girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spoke around 10 minutes on how to get the cable tv, the internet access and that I can assist him with it provided that he pays for it monthly. Hey...I'm maybe strucked by cupid now..but not an IDIOT....lesson number one...better be clear than in the dark, better be safe than sorry...where money is concerned...one fall was enough for me to remember a life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said goodbye, he said thank you and will definately call me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOhh....what a Saturday!!! Best Saturday so far for this year... Am not expecting anything from this, but the fact I'm making an effort to come out from my cocoon..it's a positive sign :) And all thanks to my dear friend and the book... Courage just needs a little push..and she pushed the right button.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-4780105343198937214?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/4780105343198937214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=4780105343198937214&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/4780105343198937214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/4780105343198937214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/04/learning-in-duck-shooting.html' title='Lessons in duck shooting'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-9126027251858744022</id><published>2007-04-07T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T13:09:59.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family - Abang'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mashitah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-85.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376157997957&amp;amp;site=widget-85.slide.com" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;tt=21&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=288230376157997957&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-85.slide.com/p1/288230376157997957/bb_t021_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;tt=21&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=288230376157997957&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-85.slide.com/p2/288230376157997957/bb_t021_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mashitah turned 5 today. Called her later part of the evening, she sounded happy and I'm glad. She wanted a barbie doll cake and I'm still wondering how I can I get it to her. Things complicated and trying making the best out of situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mashitah...&lt;br /&gt;May you grow up to be a good girl...&lt;br /&gt;Remember I love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-9126027251858744022?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/9126027251858744022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=9126027251858744022&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/9126027251858744022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/9126027251858744022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/04/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='Happy Birthday Mashitah'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-4833771295406903708</id><published>2007-04-05T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T08:41:55.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family - Ayu and Megat'/><title type='text'>The 9th bunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-51.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782119848273&amp;amp;site=widget-51.slide.com" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=16&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=216172782119848273&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-51.slide.com/p1/216172782119848273/bb_t016_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=16&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=216172782119848273&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-51.slide.com/p2/216172782119848273/bb_t016_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay....my sister gave birth and out came the 9th kiddies in the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Ayu &amp; Megat. Proud parents both of you I'm sure and Ayu I'm sure you'll treat mommy better now that you have one of your own...hahahaaaa..just kidding sis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puteri Qistina Qaisara - unofficially announced by her parents was born at 10.57pm on 5th April 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update more later with juicy moments in the labor room experienced by none other than my mom who last gave birth to Qistina's mommy 28years ago... meanwhile enjoy the pics..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-4833771295406903708?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/4833771295406903708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=4833771295406903708&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/4833771295406903708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/4833771295406903708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/04/9th-bunch.html' title='The 9th bunch'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-2606862769370444864</id><published>2007-03-09T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:34.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remedies'/><title type='text'>Kembang Semangkuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RfFZq0Sn_LI/AAAAAAAAAA8/s7PYNScm4mM/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RfFZq0Sn_LI/AAAAAAAAAA8/s7PYNScm4mM/s320/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039908050130435250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembang Semangkuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RfFZrUSn_MI/AAAAAAAAABE/0tc26s05lIs/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RfFZrUSn_MI/AAAAAAAAABE/0tc26s05lIs/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039908058720369858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak Kembang Seplastik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cough are getting better. Been faithfully eating the antibiotics and the antihistamines. However today is the 5th day I'm without my voice. The agony of not being able to express in words is frustrating. After this the mutes have my utmost respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my mom said..this can't go on...go to the kedai belakang and buy kembang semangkuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..so off i go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan confidentnya I asked the mamak for kembang semangkuk Expecting to see a big huge flattery thingy in a bag instead he handed me a packet with the content looking like hazelnuts. Paid for it and home I drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soaked it in a bowl of water following my mom instructions..... and how kembang can a kembang semangkuk be..phewww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ignorant I am on all these small things. The other day a friend of mine gave me a singers tip for sore throat. She was saying few things that I understood then 'jarum emas'. So I literally asked her you actually down that gold needle? Nasib la kawan dah lama or she would prolly think I'm some kind of idiot... Tak lah jarum emas tu is a daun like rumput tajam-tajam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I hope this kembang semangkuk works...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-2606862769370444864?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/2606862769370444864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=2606862769370444864&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/2606862769370444864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/2606862769370444864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/03/kembang-semangkuk.html' title='Kembang Semangkuk'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RfFZq0Sn_LI/AAAAAAAAAA8/s7PYNScm4mM/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-7014904835074311905</id><published>2007-03-02T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T10:37:56.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Under the weather</title><content type='html'>The last time I suffered coughing this bad was like 4 years back... but that was because I was not prepared for that cold winter. I like had to push myself at a corner and maintain my pelvic squeeze so that I can save on those diapers yoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bad...I hope I can recover soon...it's been months..but it's getting horrid now. It just has to happen with my new job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aching everywhere and medical leave in a new place..dun look to good. Head feels like cracking, my rib about to break in two, it's freakin hot and I have to refrain from switching on the ac, my back hurts from sittin' straight at night..mind you coughing while lying down, it's agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let this be over soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-7014904835074311905?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/7014904835074311905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=7014904835074311905&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7014904835074311905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/7014904835074311905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/03/under-weather.html' title='Under the weather'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-3797852352870405861</id><published>2007-02-09T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:20:34.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Wake up call</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RcxmBnOrtEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GFmoprJDarQ/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029507061762470978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="254" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RcxmBnOrtEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GFmoprJDarQ/s320/Picture+005.jpg" width="394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RcxmB3OrtFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ufrgeF-TctQ/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029507066057438290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RcxmB3OrtFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ufrgeF-TctQ/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was woken up by my mom this morning via the cell. She was like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I****, mummy sedih laaa.. (and she started crying) I was so totally awake by now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom - Jgn lah gaduh gaduh lagi ngan Abah... last night he asked me, mak duk kat maner??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Mak?? Wan ke nenek mie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom - Wan laaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Then mummy cakap aper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom - Mommy cakap la, mak maner ader dah Bah, dah meninggal...*sobbing still* and u know what he asked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - What&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom - I pergi tgk ker kebumikan mak tu? Mommy cakap la ..yer bah u pegie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom - Dia dah luper I****.... sometimes he forgets whether he had his meal or not... Jgn la lawan lawan dier lagie okay.. he doesn't remember well now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Ye ker mie... ok lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cell phone off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to asked my mom couple of years ago, how and why she accepted the way my dad treated her. Note - my dad is not a physical abuser but he tortures mom emotional quite bad that I didn't understand why she stood up for him after all these years. She just kept quiet. Till last night I still did not get the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last December my sister send me a text messages -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Salam. Wa said to mum, "Mi, esok is your 40th annivesary" Mum replied, "Tak yah buat aper2. Sakit ati jer. Kalau takder anak2, life is meaningless" sambil berlenang air matanyer. (Also tomoro is Bos's b'day. 73th kalau ikut i/c. 76th actual. Kita doa je la aper2 yg patut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I got that text, I still wonder to myself why did mom accepted all that? Why didn't she pack her bags and leave with all 5 of us? I cannot recall when actually Abah started to mistreated her, but it goes as far as I can remember, like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I guess I'm beginning to understand vaguely why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People get married for various reason, either they really love each other or they think they love each other, for companionship, for money, for because it is something they must do after long years of courting - just to get the happy ending without realising that it was just a beginning of a whole new chapter. Or could it be because there's passion in it, thunderbolt lighting strucked at that spot, at that moment, chemistry factor was perfect or many other reasons for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once its binded, it's usually for life. Like only death will do us part..kinda thing... Then reality come into life, out come the habits good or bad of our otherhalf, we learn to deal and accept it accordingly. Then pop out the junior/s. Then the passion dies off as it usually happens and only conscience kept the marriage alive. The feeling of responsibilty, guilt, and I must make this happen attitude then comes all the sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifices has kept my mom to the ground. She probally could walk out ages ago, but she did not. Perhaps because she felt we needed a father, a proper family tree or simply a I'm a happy woman with wonderful children and a great husband!!! No one outside needed to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for whatever the reason Allah has grant us this ordeal, only HE knows, I'm grateful that I have a father and a mother and few other siblings whom I can call my family. Yes sometimes I wish I didn't have a father because of the things he does and than I'll retaliate so bad beyond a father and daughter arguments that's beyond imagination and I felt that I've accumulated so much sin because of him. Sins that I could do without. I wish I can undo all the things I've said&lt;br /&gt;and done, but it will not happen. I just hope Allah will grant me more patience, strength and love to offer my Abah and this morning call was a sign for me to start acting like a daughter as how he has been to me during my younger days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my mom choice to stay with him. I would not stay, if I was her. But mom is not me. I remembered someone once told me that - Allah takkan duga kita dengan apa yang kita tak boleh tanggung. Maybe that's her share. Meanwhile, I will just do my share of this dugaan which I think is only a speck of the dust compared to what others have to go through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh..before I forget..I spoke to Mashitah today...that little girl in the photo... She was at the neighbour's house playing with Jannah. Jannah recognize my voice considering I left the house about 5 months ago I felt good. So Mashitah told me she can draw and color now and she drew and colored a fish in school. And she also said she can dial her mama's phone without help from others and even remembered the number. I was so happy and she asked for my number too. She even wrote it down with the help of Jannah and promised she will call. Ohh...how I've missed her... that little angel... hearing her voice made me drop my tears..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mashitah dah tinggi ke skrg?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tinggi macam cik I**** ker??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Giggled* Tak lah belum tinggi tu lagi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Mashitah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you too....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zahin n Muhd is back home for a week break. Just so happen my mom called Kak Wani today to ask about the kids. Instinct of a grandmother and a grieving mom. I hope Kak Wani won't be call a traitor for giving out such information as SIL labelled one of her brother as one for doing so. I guess it was too much of work for my SIL to get her 2 sons to call Wan over the phone, so Wan had to call them. So glad to hear from my mom that they're doing well in school, no bullies, good food etc. At least it made my mom's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mabrood.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-3797852352870405861?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/3797852352870405861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=3797852352870405861&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/3797852352870405861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/3797852352870405861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/02/wake-up-call.html' title='Wake up call'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD4CxdIYrWU/RcxmBnOrtEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GFmoprJDarQ/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-117092218925359732</id><published>2007-02-08T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T10:36:15.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality Bites'/><title type='text'>Past &amp; Present</title><content type='html'>uhuukkk...uhukkk..banyak sawang dah nieee...cob web here n there ..wooshh..wiissshh...ok..dah clear..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well after neglecting the ugly but adorable home for quite sometime, i finally find time to refurb what needs to be refurb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's in store for 2007 and what 2006 has taught me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 has been a rough year for the family. A battle that has no ending or rather waiting for an unknown ending. Whatever it is I know for sure it's gonna be a painfull effect on all especially the kids.How can I fight this ego in me? Am i angry at her? I'm not angry at her for needing another shelter, for needing another half to complete what has been take away abruptly. It was a calculated risk which I have warned her very much earlier, a risk that she has to deal with and not run away from it because it started from her decision to do so. They say blood is thicker than water, so I guess we ain't her blood anymore. No more calls, not even from the kids, I guess it's too hard to instill value in the kids when anger takes over the adult mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has repeatedly ask me? What is happening to the kids? Takkan after abang's death the line is cut off? I know I have to make the first move but my heart is still full of questions? why?? why did she elope? why can't she make an effort to have little sensitivity towards my mom? why can't she make an effort to make contact with our side of the family, to my aunts, to my uncles, not more for her benefits, just so the kids knows their roots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdullilah, Zahin n Muhd got straight A's for their UPSR. And they got to a boarding school. Mom had to call and ask for this. I don't mind to do it, but it just hurts me to see that an old grandma had to call and ask for something that is phone call away for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom made a difficult journey to Abang's grave on Eid Adha. Because she could not do it on Eid Fitri, she insisted to go on that day. Called the neighbour and ask if the kids were at home perhaps they can come down to meet "wan" which is a stone throw away from home. They came, but not the kids, it was Abg Mat nor and Kak Wani who came instead. Mom was touched, happy and tried very hard to hide her disappointment. Touched that the couple came, happy that she was able to make that journey and disappointed that none of her grandchildren came over to wish her Eid Adha.It was that close... the next day they left for boarding school without again calling "wan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that Allah will lead me through the right path in dealing with this. Insya Allah, He will...meanwhile I can only offer my doa for everything to turn out as how she SIL has hoped for. For if not, I shall not again have the courage to see what will her next action be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 came and I can only hope for a better year for family and me. About a month ago, I brought mom to her doctor appointment in UH. She actually walked all the way from the entrance to the waiting area infact she was walking from one point to another that I could not believe that in November she had to be wheel-chaired to the doctor. How we're blessed...I'm forever grateful to Allah s.w.t for bringing my mom's health back. My sister keep telling my mom, Mie, mummy kena byk byk bersyukur for all the things that happen and the outcome which was beyond our expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact she is driving now, she started to drive last week and ecstatic that she could do so. We reminded her to not over do it and still keep with the medicine, treatment, physio and of course the doas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'm starting a new job in a new place and back into the hustle and bustle of KL. I'm planning to commute as much as possible. Infact during this one week break I took the comuter down town and also the LRT as early as 7am just to see what I'm getting myself into. To see what's the damage like. Will it be so bad as some of my negative friends comment. Here I am telling them, I can commute, why not? I commuted when I was in London, as early as 6am, it was not a problem. And they were like, yeah...it's gonna be sauna commuting here and no nice trench coat you can wear to look good and nice boots is not an option...aarrghhh..so negative!!! It turn out not to bad at all, it wud help if the weather were a bit cooler and LRT shud have more coaches to handle the 9am &amp; 5pm traffic. I was in KL Sentral trying to get to Dang Wangi today and we were put on Q like in school, serves the Malaysian society right for not practising certain values. Because some of us who do not know or pretend not to know that we should give way to passengers who's getting out and therefore we Q like school children. And need they be reminded that if they wish to remain at a spot on an escalator they should stand on the left side!!! Argghhh....it's even written on the wall in some places. Gosh..dun they read?? My annoyance escalates everytime I uses the escalators here... People please..read and practise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 at the moment looking bright for me. I hope I'm making all the right moves this year and if I ever fall, please Allah let me get up with dignity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-117092218925359732?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/117092218925359732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=117092218925359732&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/117092218925359732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/117092218925359732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2007/02/past-present.html' title='Past &amp; Present'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-116446724486847805</id><published>2006-11-24T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T10:35:14.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Siblings'/><title type='text'>Kak Long's grieve</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's not meant to be. I pray that my Kak Long will go through this pain with a strong heart. She lost it. She had a miscarriage. She was bleeding heavily and was brought to the hospital at 4am in the morning. Somewhere in the late morning Mom received the bad news. She didn't even have to do D&amp;C, totally all came out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was hospitalized and expected to be release tomorrow. Allah send us the one thing that we've been waiting for, the maid came a week ago and helped a lot in easing us with the house chores. We are so blessed indeed that she's here when we needed her most. So far so good. I hope it will last for the whole contract at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom thot Kak Long would be best be at her Apartment during her medical leave. I disagree. Who would help her when she needed food or drink? At least if she's at mom's place she can get all the help she needed and have mom to talk too. I'm sure she need Mommy to be by her side more than anyone else for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga ada rahmat disebalik dugaan ini. I spoke to soon..I was just on YM with a friend earlier in the week about the 2 babies I'm getting next year from my 2 sistas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Teh has been a great help for all of us. Maybe she regretted her wrongdoing my mom years ago. Allah send her right at our doorstep when we needed her most. I remembered the time when I got back from UK she was not in talking term with the family. My brother's death brought all of us back together. Alhamdullilah, though it takes death to bring people together, at least we're back together stronger than ever. She has her ups and no one is perfect. I was totally amazed as how my SIL can forget her contributions in bringing up her 3 sons from a baby as small as an adult palm until Zahin n Muhd turn 5 and habib 3 before Abg decided to get a maid. SIL didn't let her brother to bring the kids to her house for Raya. We didn't tell Kak Teh this. Yes SIL was upset that Kak Teh called the current husband 1st wife to ask her opinion on this "payung emas" marriage. But not letting the kids to see her?? What all of us adult here have been doing now in the family is not to expose the kids to any of the feud. We don't want trauma or having them to pick between their mother and the rest of us. It's never in the intention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Kak Long said, Intan dia luper intan..Kak Long pernah tanyer dier, macam mana dier mandikan Muhd masa baby dulu, besar tapak tangan jer?? She said Axx tak tau la Kak Long, Kak Teh yg buat sumer..tanyer la Kak Teh..Axx tak jaga Muhd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time can tell..For now please pray for my Kak Long's good health and mom too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my next entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Lap Top kaput..no IE acces in the office and I've just discovered that to browse my fav blogs and update mine takes about 3 hours. Why I know this?? Coz I'm paying for it now..at a CC....UWAAAAAA...UWAAAAAAA..... lari budget..those days were RM1 for an hour now is 2.50....so the kopak laaaaa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-116446724486847805?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/116446724486847805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=116446724486847805&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/116446724486847805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/116446724486847805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/11/kak-longs-grieve.html' title='Kak Long&apos;s grieve'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-116387333581151512</id><published>2006-11-16T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T10:34:17.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Significant 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/Picture%20009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/320/Picture%20009.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16… Somehow or rather 16 is a significant number to the family. Noooo..nothing like lucky or bad.. I don’t believe numbers gives any good or bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th November – Hanzalah’s Birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you….happy birthday to you…. Happy birthday to hanzzzz…. Happy birthday to you!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is one year old today. May you grow up to be a wise and a great khalifah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th November also is the day where Zahin and Muhd got their UPSR result. And alhamdullilah…. Both of them got 5A’S. Soooooooooo happy for them…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve decided for the sake of the kids I’m gonna make a straight voice and face to talk with SIL. Maybe there’s a reason after all on why things happening when I’m not around. I told my brother that let me do this for the sake of the kids. Biarlah orang nak panggil talam dua muka ker or aper ker… because I want them to know that Abah’s family will always be there for them no matter what happen and she knows we’re here to stay. I called their mom around noon to check on the result, but she said it will be available only late afternoon. So I said please call or sms which ever is easier once she has it. Did I get any calls or sms’s? None… It’s ok though coz I expected this to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only got a call from her brother and father. Got Muhd’s cell phone number and I called to congratulate. Mom and I were on our way home from her acupuncture treatment when we receive this news. As expected the result will spark sadness in mom…she immediately saw her son’s shadow of love. She cried..I let her cry..did not say a word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there happening with 16?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th August – My late bro’s anniversary. Now I guess SIL have 2 dates to remember, that is if she remembers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th March – SIL’s birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th Syaaban – The day He took my brother out from this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th December – Muhammad’s birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th January – Zahin’s birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 indeed is a number filled with memories of happiness and sadness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-116387333581151512?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/116387333581151512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=116387333581151512&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/116387333581151512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/116387333581151512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/11/significant-16_16.html' title='Significant 16'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-116369498302290868</id><published>2006-11-16T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T14:41:46.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hanzallah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family - Adoi and Siti'/><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday Hanzalah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-ce.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=lt&amp;il=1&amp;channel=216172782114361294&amp;site=widget-ce.slide.com" style="width:475px;height:375px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:475px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=15&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=lt&amp;th=0&amp;id=216172782114361294&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ce.slide.com/p1/216172782114361294/lt_t015_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=15&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=lt&amp;th=0&amp;id=216172782114361294&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ce.slide.com/p2/216172782114361294/lt_t015_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-116369498302290868?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/116369498302290868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=116369498302290868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/116369498302290868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/116369498302290868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-1st-birthday-hanzalah.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday Hanzalah'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-116343461135716153</id><published>2006-11-13T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T12:40:15.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family - Abang'/><title type='text'>The Unexpected Visit</title><content type='html'>Once upon 14years ago..... (picture have been removed on the request of the bride)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday morning the controversial SIL came by with the kids and allies, I would assume for Raya visit. How cruel can that be?? Only allowing the kids to see the grandmother  on the 20th day of Raya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went back to KT for the whole 1st week of Raya and only made an effort to call us on the first day of Raya. When she came back, the weekend next was to introduce her newly wed husband to the neighborhood and check this out… one of her allies actually lied to one of her invited guest by saying my brother attended the function and had gone home!!! Allah is Great, that guest happen to know my cousin and the whole thing just blurt out. They were invited to the house and SIL mentioned “dtg la ader surprise” That guest was obviously surprised indeed and gob smacked by the whole thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back from work, my cousin called me up to tell me what happen. Didn’t complete the conversation, my battery died and in that instance I had to pull over..bloody police man saw me on the phone without my handsfree. Damn!! Was my fault anyway… So I got stopped and alhamdullilah did not get a ticket. But I had to answer whether or not I can settle the whole thing by “belanja them officers makan” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose the badge...moron!!! Bebas rasuah konon… And what did I say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encik saya memang tak nak kena saman, kalau encik tanya saya laaa.. tapi saya jugak tak boleh nak belanja makan sebab nie dah macam rasuah… kalau itu yang encik nak..baik lah encik saman saya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He handed over my I.C and reminded me not to do this again. I said thanks and apologized and agreed it was my mistake. Phewww!!! Kalau tak terbang RM150… but either way I felt good for not giving into them… cam skema gitu kan??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the unexpected visit, my sister actually chased my SIL out of the house. Yes ladies and gentlemen, that’s my Big Sister… She was the closest to my late brother, she felt disgusted when my SIL first voiced out her intention to get married by telling her a hadith which goes somethin’ like – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ada yang lebih baik, go on and marry him. Was this guy so much better than my brother? Only Allah knows…. And btw, in this hadith, that other better man, was Rasullulah himself which of course at that point of time is every woman’s dream to be the wife to the greatest man on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she did not do was to finish the hadith – Tetapi kalau ia adalah seorang ibu tunggal yang sanggup berkorban untuk membesarkan anak-anaknyer, tempatnya nanti adalah disisi Rasullulah S.A.W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone reading has the complete version, please do fill in my comments, I would really appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan bermacam-macam fatwa lah yg dikeluarkan while on the verge of getting married. That she did not need her father’s permission for being a widow laa… don’t need him as a wali la…and macam-macam la lagie. Well I’m not gonna argue on this as I myself am not an expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids alhamdullilah did not see this whole scenario. As soon as they salam Wan, they ran up to the TV room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before my SIL saw my mom, my sister spills the bean. Her tears drop. Her motherly instinct sensed that SIL had married but she was in denial. Now the truth has come… Mom redha….. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some unknown reason I’m always not around when these things happen. Zahin again dropped his tears, Summaiyah even though she’s only 7..her facial expression can be clearly define. Mom did not want to add salt on to fresh wound..she didn’t ask questions like, what do you call him, or is Mashitah sleeping in between them at night… she don’t want to put them in an awkward situation..how wise of her… all she said was to all the kids that they must behave and take care of themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her brother today. I felt that I had to apologize on behalf of my sister. I’m not condoning her act but I’m also trying to understand her frustrations. When anger take over our sanity, everything is possible… He understood and told me that her sister and her allies deserve it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my next scribbles…salam and peace to all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-116343461135716153?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/116343461135716153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=116343461135716153&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/116343461135716153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/116343461135716153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/11/unexpected-visit.html' title='The Unexpected Visit'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-116308600567355113</id><published>2006-11-09T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T10:08:05.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality Bites'/><title type='text'>Unpredictables</title><content type='html'>Like the unpredictable morning highway traffic, my life too has been bumpy and unpredictable especially for the last 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not predict in my early childhood that I will be working abroad alone as soon as I past my quarter of decade birthday. But I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not predict that at this age I will still be single and no kids, because only that who knows me knows how much I love em’. And I’m still single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not predict that I will lost my brother at his early age of 36, I always thought that all of us will at least grow ripe together and not until I’m married the elder siblings will keep bugging me because to their mind I’m a gone case. But he went away without notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not predict that my innocent looking Sister in Law whom we love dearly, who knew my late brother until his time of death was 23years in which 13 was their married life will re-marry in less than a year after his death. A sister unlike my 2 other rebellious sisters  whom I thought will forever love my brother dearly, whom I thought won’t ever disobey her parents, but she did. She got married far away on the east coast without her parents consent. Yes she did. Apakah pesanan arwah yang masih terngiang-ngiang di telinga on that last Friday? Jagalah maruah dia. Thank you sis, thank you kerana menjatuhkan maruah abang saya dan tolong jangan jadikan alasan bahawasanya Abang telah meninggalkan wasiat kepada Ustaz itu to marry you dan juga jangan jadikan anak-anak sebagai alasan. It’s sad to see that there’s no place in your heart  saying it’s not ok to be no 2. I would have not imagine in a million years that you have a heart to rip another woman and 2 young kids happiness just to fulfill yours. But you just did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zahin, my first nephew cried and cried while my sister and brother spoke to him about situations. He's only 12... I wish I was there when they spoke to him. It was important that he knows that despite all the things happening, he can always come to Abah's family for help and that nothing will change, our love will be the same..he's a victim of the situation. I feel his tears even in my absence. At least at the age of 12 I had a father, I'm sure he did not predict that Abah will only be around during the first 11years of his life and before reaching 13, he will have a step father. But it happen...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought my mom would be diagnose with RA at an early age of 63. Never came across my mind that she would never again cook for us that delicious home cooking. All we can get from her now is instructions on how to cook a dish and despite the right ingredients and methods I still don’t get her taste, her passion, her aroma…..somehow or rather my satisfaction is not fulfilled. But I thank my sister for cooking us that scrumptious meal for Raya. Great effort sis.. I would not be able to cook all those meals, even if I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I’m sure and predicted is that my Abah won’t change. I was alone when I fisrt saw the Petronas advert for Raya..I cried buckets.. I had no one that I can share this moment with. The next day I told my mom about it...Sometimes after Isya, I got a text.."dah tengok..mum and me nangis wooo" I ran downstairs to see my sis and mum..sedihkan mie?? hahaaa..tu la uncle helmi cousin abah tu..ooo no wonder he looks familiar. But what I'm trying to point here is..I dun want to do that to my Abah..no matter how he was or is to us.  Sometimes people outside the family do not understand our situation. Abah can be so nice to strangers but have a never ending revenge towards his family. For the whole month of Holy Ramadan despite doing the saum and terawih all he has in words for our cousin is how nasty is his children and wife and the unimaginable cursed. Bukankah kata-kata seorang bapa itu adalah satu doa? I hope one day Allah will show him the right path and that we’re not as bad as he think and mommy is a good mom and wife. For now, my siblings and I will do our level best to entertain him and at the same time take care the jewel of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s so unpredictable or almost all of it are. Despite all this I’m counting my blessing for having a mother and father, for having sisters to argue with at the same time knowing that I can count on them in my time of needs, for having a brother to listen on when I need a listening ear and not “I told you so”, for having 7 wonderful nephews and nieces, for having wonderful friends online and not online, for finally having a job that I’m happy with though I think I should earn more, for being born a Muslim though I have lots of catching up to do, for the only 1 ex I had who taught me what love and relationship is all about… and for all those wonderful memories sweet and sour of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life would be meaningless without it and the people around me, past, present and future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you..thank you..syukran..jazakallahukhairan…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my next entry I would like to end this with my usual better late than never wishes, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya &amp; Maaf Zahir Batin to all my fellow bloggers and readers.. errr..ader kerr??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anggerik Merah&lt;br /&gt;2. Aunty N&lt;br /&gt;3. Ayong&lt;br /&gt;4. Azer Mantessa&lt;br /&gt;5. Bertique&lt;br /&gt;6. BTB Bro&lt;br /&gt;7. Boogie&lt;br /&gt;8. Blackfeline Sis&lt;br /&gt;9. Bro Hero&lt;br /&gt;10. Cosmic Gurl&lt;br /&gt;11. Dayang Zone&lt;br /&gt;12. Freex n Geex&lt;br /&gt;13. Gab&lt;br /&gt;14. Gravtkills&lt;br /&gt;15. Bro Idham&lt;br /&gt;16. Intan the SING Goddess&lt;br /&gt;17. Isas&lt;br /&gt;18. Itote&lt;br /&gt;19. Jade aka Jar Miow&lt;br /&gt;20. Jlop Jollie&lt;br /&gt;21. Kak Teh&lt;br /&gt;22. Kak Lady&lt;br /&gt;23. Lollies the Doha Goddess&lt;br /&gt;24. MadameRosse&lt;br /&gt;25. Mak Andeh&lt;br /&gt;26. Mak Lang&lt;br /&gt;27. Mak Nenek&lt;br /&gt;28. Mama Rock&lt;br /&gt;29. Merapu Man&lt;br /&gt;30. Nadia&lt;br /&gt;31. Ninuk&lt;br /&gt;32. NoreMourinho&lt;br /&gt;33. Nour&lt;br /&gt;34. NzN&lt;br /&gt;35. Pak Adib&lt;br /&gt;36. Pokku&lt;br /&gt;37. Romancing The Stone&lt;br /&gt;38. Sheryl&lt;br /&gt;39. Sue Ixora&lt;br /&gt;40. Sya the Kakak Bowling&lt;br /&gt;41. TruBlue&lt;br /&gt;42. Twisted Joe &lt;br /&gt;43. Not forgetting..Kak Elle in SING &amp; Kak Lady in SA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting too my EFX2 buddies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dory&lt;br /&gt;2. Elisa Taufik the Al-Khobar Goddess&lt;br /&gt;3. FamyGirl&lt;br /&gt;4. LazyDaisy79&lt;br /&gt;5. Yes..lollies again..:)&lt;br /&gt;6. Moonlite&lt;br /&gt;7. Nadia&lt;br /&gt;8. Nonah&lt;br /&gt;9. Offlionandbear&lt;br /&gt;10. OndeOnde&lt;br /&gt;11.Primary Basic&lt;br /&gt;12. Rotidua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sms that I send before Eid which was not invented by me, but I kinda like the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada saat &lt;br /&gt;Mata silap melihat&lt;br /&gt;Telinga salah mendengar&lt;br /&gt;Lidah terlanjur berkata&lt;br /&gt;Fikiran khilaf menafsir&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;Hati silap menduga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohon maaf dan ampun sempena Syawal yang mulia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-116308600567355113?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/116308600567355113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=116308600567355113&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/116308600567355113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/116308600567355113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/11/unpredictables.html' title='Unpredictables'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-116078389464875634</id><published>2006-10-12T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T10:07:07.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Mommy'/><title type='text'>Mom and Cooking</title><content type='html'>So it’s confirmed that Mom has Rheumatoid-Arthritis. Doctor says that modern technology has not found any cure for this disease. They can just ease the pain by giving steroids which may lead to other complications like BP, heart disease, kidney etc etc. Also to do lots of exercise or the right term is physiotherapy. Twice a day at least so that the joints would not stay stiff and lesser chances of cracked or broken bones if she takes a slight fall unintentionally. Mintak lah dijauhkan Allah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was warded for one night on the 9th for an observation. The Doctor just wants to see and monitor her conditions for that whole day and also introduced some other kind of exercise. Because Mom has BP Doctor has given her the mildest steroids to ease her pain. Steroids are steroids..what else is there to rank it?? Mom and we decided that she would not take the steroids unless she really really needs it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Salam to all Kakak2 and adik2. Mumy bole discharge esok, InsyaAllah. Dr Rheumatologist nak observe aje today. So no worries, she’s all right. Dapat gud rest. The condition of the ward is reasonably fine.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the SMS big sis sends to all siblings, cousins and in laws. So much as expected I did not get that SMS from her, instead I got it from my SIL. I’m fine with the cold treatment and non-talking terms for now, it’s infact a relief… but not to include update on mom to me..that’s just so selfish of her. But it’s ok, I have my means and ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big sis brought her to see a Chinese Doctor in Putrajaya. We’ve decided to try alternative medicine. At this point of time we’re keeping our hopes high. She has now able to move her neck and look rather fresh after the treatment. It’s acupuncture treatment. Mom said poking of the needles is not painful but when the medicine travels along her nerves she can feel the pain which will numb her. This is a good sign according to the Sinseh. She must not feel pain throughout the treatment, she should feel numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this week, I had 2rest days. I..Moi…actually cooked for iftar… Boleh ker?? How long have I left that cooking?? Can’t recall. I remembered taking over the kitchen when big sis left for the States to further her studies. Mom was a teacher then and Abah was already a pensioner. She left when I was 15yr/o. I was on morning session and mom was teaching at the afternoon session. I remembered vaguely cooking full meals everyday through out the year and I actually enjoyed it. I hated the cleaning part though. I guess that was what distances me from cooking later on in life..I hated the cleaning so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to cook masak kicap, asam pedas, soups and vegetables. I learned how to make cekodok ikan bilis, sardine rolls, fried noodles and also baked chocolate cakes, sandwiched cakes and kuih bakar. I think mom did teach me how to cook curry and gulai but it just did not registered into my brain. Anything with coconut in it, automatically gives me the difficult signal. Cakes and kuih bakar was for selling then. Cakes for me were for eating only, I don’t really like to baked, and I find it very tedious. But kuih bakar was my favorite, it was very easy, chucked everything in a blender and straight to the flowery shape container. At that time though I was still squeezing “santan” since the santan itself was not on sale yet except for the manufactured santan which is not delicious to use. But the waiting…waiting for it to baked fully was an agony. Lamer gilers woohhh… Couple of times I woken up to a hangus kuih bakar!!1 At that time we had 3 ovens and 18pcs at one go. It will take about 3hrs for all those 18pcs to become a finish product. Then cooling off time lagie, then packing it and hantar to kedai. But it was good money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped cooking as soon as I went to college. Mom was not like other mom, she dun really pester and say things like anak dara tak reti masak ker or things like that. But keeping the house clean, now that she’s particular. So off and on when she finishes her cooking I will do my part which is cleaning…terpaksa laaa. Sometimes there were times that I would not even know where all the rempah ratus are when we have other people cooking at home. Terukkan?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finished my studies, came back home and started my job, the more reason I have not to cook. Then I left for London. When you’re alone, all the things that mom teaches you and not the school subject becomes practical. I sometimes cook on my off days or simply grab my fav sandwiches at the nearest Marks. I have this Kakak whom I always hang out with on my off day..and we will eat our heart out on that day which is usually every week. Or if it’s pay day we will go to Oriental City or Naha to get our hands on the char koay teow and teh tarik. Sometimes I will get stuffs at China Town and will make a feast for the 2 of us. I remembered when we makan the belacan and ikan masin, the daughter will go with hands covering her nose..Mom…sooo smelly…I think the neighbor Kaka. And we’ll go..yeah I think so too sweetie. How I miss that little girl and her mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Tuesday I cooked Ayam Masak Kicap and sayur campur goreng. On Wednesday I cooked Ikan goreng masak sambal, sayur sup and also cekodok ikan bilis. Terasa la proud gilers hari tu..and I did the cleaning up too. I felt like SAHM those 2 days without the kids though. It was swell and tiring. Now I know that SAHM is not all about shaking legs all day. Respect to all the SAHM bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m back at the office. 2 goods days of cleaning and cooking..I think I will stick to working for now..this is what I do better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-116078389464875634?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/116078389464875634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=116078389464875634&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/116078389464875634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/116078389464875634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/10/mom-and-cooking.html' title='Mom and Cooking'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-116031600053116488</id><published>2006-10-04T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T10:06:49.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Siblings'/><title type='text'>Sibling SMS Drama...</title><content type='html'>You know when at one point of life where nothing else matters?? Where you live day in and day out only for HIM. Gone are the days where what others said matters to me. Any constructive critiscm I will definitely take and improve where, when and how I can and to those who criticizes pointlessly and  endlessly just because they’re feeling high and mighty, PISSED OFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon chat on the phone with me Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me – How are you today..feeling better..ader exercise tak??&lt;br /&gt;Mom – Ok…ader..mummy buat&lt;br /&gt;Me – Saper tu?? Anyone came by?&lt;br /&gt;Mom – Blaaaa…blaaa.. blaaa.. came&lt;br /&gt;Me – Ohh…ok mummy dah makan&lt;br /&gt;Mom – Dah..tadi kak long bought for me fillet burger&lt;br /&gt;Me – Ok..Mie, today I’ll be back a lil’ bit late yaaa…coz Hapiz’s wife gave birth, so nak pie jenguk la yer..&lt;br /&gt;Mom – Ok..u better tell Kak Long&lt;br /&gt;Me – Hmmm..err..ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes to 8pm phone chat with Kak Long at the locker, just after my maghrib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She – What time you’re coming back?&lt;br /&gt;Me – Ohh..slightly late skit..I told mom already..I nak pie hospital see my friend who just gave birth.&lt;br /&gt;She – *Sigh and look at me I’m talking to you tone* Look where is you priority?? Is your friend much important than mom??&lt;br /&gt;Me - *Stunned* *Blood pressure naik* Eeehh..aper nie??? Org nak pie tgk my fren kat hospital jer and I already told mom.&lt;br /&gt;She – Oohh..you friend is so important is it? Who’s going to do the physio with mom? &lt;br /&gt;Me – Laaa..balik I’ll do laa..&lt;br /&gt;She – Ohh..mom will be too tired by then&lt;br /&gt;Me – Ok..so why can’t you do it for me then? *Raised voice* So you cannot do it when you come back at 9?&lt;br /&gt;She – Ohhh..u know this is the problem with you… u always want to raised your voice when I tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;Me – Because you don’t listen..now I’m asking you why you cannot do it at 9 when u come back? &lt;br /&gt;She – Intan, I have to go to Terawih and I have my own home..&lt;br /&gt;Me – Ohh…I see..own home..&lt;br /&gt;She – You see?? You see?? That’s your problem!!! Semua kawan..all your friends..&lt;br /&gt;Me – Is easy for you to say kan?? Because you now have a freakin’ husband!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slammed down the phone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring again….refused to pick up… Bzzz..Bzzz… sms came in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SMS drama begins…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She – Pikir sendiri mane yang lebih penting. Ibu atau kawan? And keep d answer to ur self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received and Read…Think…This time I’m not backing out….She will have a piece of my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me – Dan piker mane lebih penting seorg perempuan pergi solat at the mosque or at home with the mom especially when the husband not around. U think ok. I’m adjusting my life to the best I can, all I need is a little appreciation not a condemning word 4 everything that dun go your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She – U and ur attitude!! Semuga Allah tunjukkan jalan yg lurus. Wat time you get back will tell mummy ur priorities. Simple. Don ever question abt the absence of my husband. U don know wat yur talking abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me – ATTITUDE? Look who’s talking, ms perfectionist n control freak n everything is yur way or no way. I know my priorities. If you find it difficult to do physio with mom 2nite, it’s ok then. At least now I know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She – Suker hati kau la. Do ur way and enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me – Yeah..that’s d best..U do yur way n we do our way n we can stop harassing each other n be nice for mom n whatever years balance of our life ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She – Patut la Adoi kata ur “gone case”. I defend u, but now I think I was wrong. Adoi was really right. Do wat u want n like and don’t be ungrateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me – Defend me? Tq la if u did. Really appreciate it. N u know wht? Dun bother 2 say wht others said about me bcoz I dun care heck about it! Intan ingat pesanan abang intan, something good dun always end good n vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She – Suker ati la..Muga umur pjg to prove it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me – I dun need to prove anything 2 anyone n pretend 2b who I’m not! Suker hati lu nak kutuk ke nak per ke. Asalkan bahagia dan puas hati…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She – Jazakallahukhairankhathira. Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me – Wajazakallaukhairan. Waalaikumsalam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally….the SMS drama ends…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home about 10.30pm and popped into the kitchen. What did I see?? A whole big pile of dirty dish waiting for me to be wash..heeehh..talked about revenge ehh….And who broke fast at home tonite?? My younger sis and her husband and Big Sis prolly came in just before 8pm because of her work nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So none of them can actually wash those dirty piles because I HAD to do some work contributions for that day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh to myself and happily rolled up my sleeve and wash..wash…wash…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of her bitching and nagging…. For cryin’ out loud..people have feelings.. My baby sister is lucky now that she has a husband, she has all the right reason to get away from this nasty situation… I remembered before she was married, everytime she argued with the HER, she will say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long….don’t be condescending sgt laaa…. Org lain pun ader perasaan gak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m counting my blessings with the family I have though, which if my SIS didn’t realized.. I don’t have any siblings who’s on drugs or have drinking problem or living off with the parents money..each and everyone of us are successful in our own way not necessarily monetary wise. Even with the fights that our parents went through and sometimes still happen now… my mom did not get physically abused by my dad and all of us turn out ok.. with an exception of me la agaknyer..since both my brother and sis that I’m a goner… whatever la….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I not question why she chose not to call my brother to come home from his 40days mission and share the responsibility of taking care of my mom? Is it because he is doing a noble cause and our work is just not so noble??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare my lack of knowledge in religious issues, but is it not the son’s responsibility to take care of the parents? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reason?? Ohhh..what can he do? He stays in Puchong, the kids goes to school so it’s difficult for him to come everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it??? Reason…reason…reason…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far is puchong from SA… prolly about 25minutes drive when there’s no traffic. Plus his wife is a SAHM. For the time being until things settle down or when the maid arrives, why can’t he stay in SA. He can drive the kids to school every morning and stay at that area since his office is also there, and at least the wife in my mom’s place can help to care of my mom… reasonable?? But can I suggest that??? Noooo…my brother and her husband is in such noble cause where mom is not the priority as per the Sis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s ok u know..friends giving birth vs 40days of noble mission...nothing in comparison…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby sis makes an effort to come on week days infact everyone of us makes this little efforts for our mom. But when someone comes in and think that she is the superior of all and does the bulk of it….guess how that will turn out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually after this drama episodes I would usually cry..and ask myself what is it people wants me to do or to be then go to my mom, mom will pacify me by saying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah laa…dah laaa..buat pekak jer…whatever it is she’s your big sister..remember that she has done a lot for you and all the adik-adik..… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about our contributions?? What about our contributions when she flew to State to further her degree not on scholar?? Did she knew the trouble that mom had to go through? What all of us went through…Pernah diungkit? No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about when she was working in Langkawi for 10years?? Have she asked what we did?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know I’m the bad apple of the family, but people changed… but they’re not expected to be like how we want them to be..can I ask for my younger sis to be a little bit like me or like the eldest sis? For heaven’s sake she’s 27 and married…let the husband deal with her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday my mind was clear..and I don’t want to go crying to my mom..she’s already worried as she is now… I said what I needed to say and my conscience is clear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me all you BIG KAK LONG’S out there…Is it because you have done everything for all of us your “gone case” brats that we have to endure and tolerate your bossiness???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N/B :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intan – That’s me&lt;br /&gt;Adoi – My 2nd and only brother left&lt;br /&gt;40days mission – Tabligh brothers they are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-116031600053116488?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/116031600053116488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=116031600053116488&amp;isPopup=true' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/116031600053116488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/116031600053116488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/10/sibling-sms-drama.html' title='Sibling SMS Drama...'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-115963356849760446</id><published>2006-10-01T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T17:56:41.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadhan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Syawal'/><title type='text'>Ramadhan and Sacrifices</title><content type='html'>So much to write..too little time..but I must have some time for me. Because by blogging I find some therapeutic sense in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme see..what has been going on in my life?? New job..moved back to my parents place...and...and that's it. Why the heck am i so out of time then??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost I would like to wish my fellow bloggers a blessed Ramadhan al mubarak. Since I've been out of the blog world for quite sometime, here's a list of those I like to wish individually..just so u know that I'm still around and been reading your fantabulous blogs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISHES GOES TO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anggerik Merah&lt;br /&gt;2. Aunty N&lt;br /&gt;3. Ayong&lt;br /&gt;4. Azer Mantessa&lt;br /&gt;5. Bertique&lt;br /&gt;6. BTB Bro&lt;br /&gt;7. Boogie&lt;br /&gt;8. Blackfeline Sis&lt;br /&gt;9. Bro Hero&lt;br /&gt;10. Cosmic Gurl&lt;br /&gt;11. Dayang Zone&lt;br /&gt;12. Freex n Geex&lt;br /&gt;13. Gab&lt;br /&gt;14. Gravtkills&lt;br /&gt;15. Bro Idham&lt;br /&gt;16. Intan the SING Goddess&lt;br /&gt;17. Isas&lt;br /&gt;18. Itote&lt;br /&gt;19. Jade aka Jar Miow&lt;br /&gt;20. Jlop Jollie&lt;br /&gt;21. Kak Teh&lt;br /&gt;22. Kak Lady&lt;br /&gt;23. Lollies the Doha Goddess&lt;br /&gt;24. MadameRosse&lt;br /&gt;25. Mak Andeh&lt;br /&gt;26. Mak Lang&lt;br /&gt;27. Mak Nenek&lt;br /&gt;28. Mama Rock&lt;br /&gt;29. Merapu Man&lt;br /&gt;30. Nadia&lt;br /&gt;31. Ninuk&lt;br /&gt;32. NoreMourinho&lt;br /&gt;33. Nour&lt;br /&gt;34. NzN&lt;br /&gt;35. Pak Adib&lt;br /&gt;36. Pokku&lt;br /&gt;37. Romancing The Stone&lt;br /&gt;38. Sheryl&lt;br /&gt;39. Sue Ixora&lt;br /&gt;40. Sya the Kakak Bowling&lt;br /&gt;41. TruBlue&lt;br /&gt;42. Twisted Joe &lt;br /&gt;43. Not forgetting..Kak Elle in SING &amp; Kak Lady in SA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting too my EFX2 buddies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dory&lt;br /&gt;2. Elisa Taufik the Al-Khobar Goddess&lt;br /&gt;3. FamyGirl&lt;br /&gt;4. LazyDaisy79&lt;br /&gt;5. Yes..lollies again..:)&lt;br /&gt;6. Moonlite&lt;br /&gt;7. Nadia&lt;br /&gt;8. Nonah&lt;br /&gt;9. Offlionandbear&lt;br /&gt;10. OndeOnde&lt;br /&gt;11.Primary Basic&lt;br /&gt;12. Rotidua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, in case I can't keep up with the blog world..SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI, MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN....SEMOGA AIDILFITRI INI LEBIH MEMBERI MAKNA KEPADA SEMUA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i've missed anyone...it's not done intentionally..do forgive me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember this Ramadhan. This will the first year my mom won't be able to cook for us. She's not feeling well. Since the wedding, she has gotten worst. She's practically invalid in terms of doing any house chores. Suspected Arthritis-Rheumatoid. The blood test will only be known on the 6th October. Deep inside I'm scared...If there's one thing that I'm afraid..is losing my mom. No matter who irritating she can be in condemning my weight...she's my pillar of strength. When I was down she didn't gave up on me. She played the mother role I would say to almost perfect. I don't want a perfect mom..I'm now learning to appreciate my mom the way she is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually will get home at almost Isya, greet her in the room. Sometimes she will be struggling to get up for the loo to take wudhu. I peep from outside quietly..sometimes I can hear her crying... I just kept far away. What can I do?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only my big sis and me. My big sis will rush home to prepare or buy food for buka puasa then back to work. She will come back after maghrib, clear the table, get ready for Isya then to Terawih. I'll be coming back just after Isya, head to the kitchen, clear the dirty plates in the sink then massage my mom or dressed her in her kaftan or just simply chat with her. Nowadays I will put on the infra light treatment for her frozen shoulders and joints, these will usually takes up to almost an hour concentrating to many parts of her joints. So while doing this I get to chat with her on things and hear her feelings...She's scared too..she's been far too independant..that not being able to get dress on her own makes her depressed. I'm grateful that I have an Aunt and her children who really cared about my mother. They send some food everyday to my mom, knowing that I won;t be home on time and my Sister only get food from the Pasar Ramadhan... Thank you Umi and Kakaks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While doing that, she will always say that she misses her grandchildren. My late bro usually brings them at least once a month to Shah Alam...Now?? It's not my perrogative... I hope my SIL will find some sense in her to do what my bro used to do especially now...it's hard for all...that's for sure..but that's the least I can do...no matter how much I do..it will never measure up to what my mom have done for me through out my life. My younger sis, drove up yesterday with her husband after hearing my mom's voice on the phone. She's in pain, she's scared, she feels helpless.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I help her dressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I help her with her food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I help to get out of the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I help her to get up from the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I help her ease her pain by rubbing heat ointment on her crinkled skin..yet natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually doing the house chores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my SISTER sacrificed the most though... Now that I know she had been crying for quite sometimes..frustrated with her siblings attitude.. where's my 2nd bro?? He's out for 40 days since 16 Syaaban for his yearly mission. Shouldn't he be with his mom instead??..is his responsibility now..he's the only son left..It's not my call..but I know deep inside my sister and especially my mom is sad. He should be with his family or in this case my mom and share this moment together..I'm not going to call it a burden..because for once in my life I'm doing something for my mom..something that comes naturally..not because I have to. Yeah..I can be a pain in the neck sometime...whenever she says the wrong thing..like &lt;a href="http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/09/goodbye-old-dame.html"&gt;washing the toilet&lt;/a&gt; it's not a chores...she's just frustrated I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I know I never said this enuff, I love you..I hope you will be better soon...I promised to do my level best for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's a reason after all me not being married yet..there's a reason why I got this new job nearer to home, why my off day now it's no longer Sunday and it's weekday where I can drive my mom wherever she wants to go, why this...why that...but one thing I wonder but redha..is why?? why my brother?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All she has left to remember him besides the memories and her pain when delivering him is his wooden chair which he brought back from his uni ages ago and he's 5 juniors..which she rarely sees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While going through this I'm remembering how my &lt;a href="http://melopong.blogspot.com"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; down south deals with this. She's in much greater situation that I am in. Thank you for indirectly giving me the mental and emotional preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now..I'm anxiously waiting for the blood test result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..Allah please make it simple..don't make it difficult...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-115963356849760446?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/115963356849760446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=115963356849760446&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115963356849760446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115963356849760446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/10/ramadhan-and-sacrifices.html' title='Ramadhan and Sacrifices'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-115894097900334210</id><published>2006-09-23T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T00:01:35.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One in a Million'/><title type='text'>ONE in a million</title><content type='html'>Predicted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipated,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment she was brought back after elimination, I was 90% sure she will be the winner. No doubt…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Malaysians still votes based on “I like her/him” factor rather than on QUALITY AND ORIGINALITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to SUKI…… not that she didn’t deserve the million nuggets but I STRONGLY believe that it should have been gone to FAIZAL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s Da’Man….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Western reality shows has proven to me that their audience has better judgement, I’ve seen winner who won because she/he was the darling of the crowds and winner who really really deserved to win. Unfortunately from all the reality TV shows produced locally, I’ve yet to see the latter winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the judges comments unable to increase votes or change the mind set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUKI might have won the million bucks but FAIZAL will get million offers and not forgetting ALIFF who will gain million extra fans from that butt act…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-115894097900334210?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/115894097900334210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=115894097900334210&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115894097900334210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115894097900334210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-in-million.html' title='ONE in a million'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-115458246665791045</id><published>2006-09-11T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T10:04:38.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Old Dame...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/Monkey5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/320/Monkey5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/Monkey4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/320/Monkey4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/Monkey3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/320/Monkey3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/Monkey2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/320/Monkey2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/Monkey1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/320/Monkey1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think there's a reason why this Sunday will be my last weekend off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As just like other Sunday, on my off day I like to laze around to the max. Today as I jump downstairs happily at about 5pm...my Kak Long ask me this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She - Have you asked yourself what is your contribution for the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - I wash the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She - Your own toilet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Since when that toilet is not part of the home??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to save her lots of humiliation in front of her newly wed husband.. I ran back upstairs and locked myself in the room. Since I'm not contributing anything..I might as well stay in the room and bloghopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about my daily contributions?? Don't that count.. Single pun susah.... Stay at home pun susah... It's so hard to please people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I remembered that 2 nites ago she presented with an LV wallet for my birthday, not wanting to sound ungrateful and saying nasty things...I better stay away..... Dier yg kawin aku pun kena macam dah kawin gak...at least she gets legal humpin' in return....me?? God ..let me stay sober...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me not having Sunday off will do me good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear XXX,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noted, perhelp your phone not go to the voice mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr C.B,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm Greetings from F &amp; B Sales Office !&lt;br /&gt;Kindly inform your staff in Front Office not to direct any inquiries or&lt;br /&gt;reservations call to LL as most of the time she will be out of&lt;br /&gt;the hotel unless the guests specifically ask for her. Kindly direct all&lt;br /&gt;calls to me or Mr Boss. Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards,&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;br /&gt;F &amp;amp; B Sales Coordinator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"perhelp you phone not go to the voice mail" ???? Can u report to anyone who writes like this??? All I can do now is laugh..God help him..honestly.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 26th Sept 2006 I bid goodbye to her. Having rested comfortably within her serene nest for 20months, of course leaving her makes me feels tinge of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the greenery surrounding above, is like you’re not in the city. But indeed it is right smack in the middle of our busy town. Too bad that I did not take the opportunity to use her track for this flabby fats…. What a waste. Well u know what they say, when u have them, u dun appreciate them..that’s my biggest problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch the day before by the invitation of the lady boss herself. She asked what will it be? You fancy the local or some western?? I replied..no doubt the western of course.. where else can I eat crème brulee for free and also lobster ala French and some other tongue twister menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had lunch, we talked about a lot, about why I’m leaving, to where, what was I doing before etc… great lady..very young and already the Hotel Manager. I had to absolutely of course mentioned my push factor for resigning which is because of the Mr Perasan Bagus!!! Apparently she’s having headache about him too. Break a leg… I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a big bouquet of flowers during my last morning briefing. Then I got a nice Faber Castell pen from my staff. 2 branded lipsticks from my florist. On the 24th, my staff organized a farewell party for me and almost all the staff came so I said my goodbyes to almost all..I hope. It was at 3pm, perfect timing because it was change of shift time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the admin and finance peeps organized a nice lunch for me at tupai2. Yummeh… and this was also on the 24th…so imagine the amount of food I had stuffed in my belly that day. Hehhh..hehhh..like I have a problem with it. Moi? Problem with eating delicious food??? Errr….not in this life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, the management organized another farewell party for me at Saujana. I had a wonderful time. This time it was the at Senja Restaurant. Fabulous Italian cuisine. And then we headed straight to RP. The hotel club. Ohh….did I mentioned that I had to give a speech and also sang a song?? Yes I did, I sang “Honesty” When the resident band pestered me for a song, I was like..“Honestly, I’m not sure” and she heard “Honesty”. She signaled the pianist and find a chord for my voice…cheeehh..cam real jer.. and there I went. I can almost piss in my pants… whoa..gabra sehhhh…kalau karaoke cabuk jer boleh laaa.. anyway I sailed thru. Pheww…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended at RP. I was happy, sad at the same time and nervous on the prospect of coping with my new job. Huge..huge responsibility… lesser capacity than current post but very compact job description. I’m a trouble shooter so called..I fix things i.e attitude. Muaaahaahaaa…I hope I can fix mine before I start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-115458246665791045?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/115458246665791045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=115458246665791045&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115458246665791045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115458246665791045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/09/goodbye-old-dame.html' title='Goodbye Old Dame...'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-115616072926544553</id><published>2006-09-05T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T10:03:45.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality Bites'/><title type='text'>Bahasa Jiwa Bangsa</title><content type='html'>This is a long overdue post..i think i wrote this for the already over Merdeka day...well better late than never. I can't even remember which Sunday that I saw FFM19. It's definately not the past 2 weeks though because life has been hectic. I have like 5 entries in my draft, which is not fully complete... coz I get too tired easily nowadays....oohh..man..i really need a booster.. whatever that come across my mind and I dun have the pc in front of me, i will scribble it, so i can input it later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wht did i miss? a merdeka wishes to all and thanks also for all the birthday wishes...u know who u are..and i luv y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, read thru and wait for more to come.... and to those that kept coming...tks so much...and i will make my way thru your blog soon... insyaAllah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to watch the rerun of FFM19 on Sunday. I came across the show half- way through and decided to switch channels in between just so I can catch the much said"I feel stupid speaking malay" controversy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa jiwa bangsa, I don't consider myself cakap speaking berabuk kaa..or whatsoever but depending on situations yes i can speak like a londoner not cockney yaaa..though i can swear in cockney fluently or speak like americanish gitu. I tend to adjust myself automatically to suit each individual. Not because I want to please them or nak tunjuk perasan bagus kaa but simply because I'm comfortable with it. When I speak to my gardeners at work, automatically my bahasa melayu jadi bahasa indon. Does that make me a less berjiwa bangsa? What do u think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this young actress is full of dynamic, full of spirit, full of everything for that matter that she forget by being bold with words in the Malaysian public has it's stake. She's just so bold that she forget that, that night was FFM19 not the Emmy Awards. She wants to be outspoken without preparing her self with the right words and the crowd expectation. I'm pretty sure what she meant that night was, "i'm comfortable in delivering my speech in english". It would be less controversial but it will still spark some uneasiness among people. Biasa la tekak rakyat malaysia nie sentiasa ada benda yg nak dipertikaikan. As I mentioned couple of times, we're one creative nation. Macam-macam ada!!! So Nani girl don't be sad, last year you were shivering on stage but this year you're a totally different, very gutsy..errr.. i didn't watch last year FFM's but that was what mentioned. So that is a good transformation, it shows that you have matured and will keep on doing just that and along the way you will face all sorts of obstacles and that's life.. so keep up the good work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't write as good as I was in the school..mind you that is about 13years ago. Paper 1 english I will snore after merely and hour or so then I'll start to annoy others by banging the table with the pencil, Paper 2, I will be so engrossed in writing my composition fiction-please begin your composition with this sentence...oohh..those were my favorites. Kencing...kencing...and kencing...tks to virginia andrews and sidney sheldon..hehh..hehhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to read a lot since young. Apart from the much forced piano lesson I have to attend, the much loved ballet lesson and the whishhh and whuuussshhh of swimming lesson I always find time to read. I'll read all sort of things, from fiction, encyclopedia, dictionary, story of the prophets and magazines. What's my favourite?? Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, Noddy, Tin tan, Sweet Dreams collections, M&amp;amp;B and I read my first Virginia Andrews - The Dollaganger Family when I was 9. I read in the car, I read while accompanying my mom kat Kompleks PKNS SA tu jual carpet, I read kat party tupperware dan di segala party MLM business..arcopal, arcoroc, cosway, tokway..pyrex...pheww!!! I read before sleeping infact I read everything except my text books. Ohh..those were the boring ones. I remembered when I was 10 or 11, I got really bad results in my exam that I packed my back and ran away from home with my BMX. The first place my mom look was at the then "Berita Book Centre-BBC" at PKNS and guess who she found?? Yours truly... Well at least for that particular exam I did not get a whip on my palm....oucchh sakit wooo.. Than at one point after form 5 I completely stop reading..goshh I dunno why?? I regretted that. Me being introduced to this blog land have made me realised that I've missed a whole lot of things in life..simple thing such as reading a book, taking time off for myself and appreciating people around me i.e family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only subject that I scored constant disinction since std 1 was English. I wonder why I did not take up TESL or sumthin similar..or kept on reading, I would have been able to write beautifully like my &lt;a href="http://melopong.blogspot.com"&gt;goddess&lt;/a&gt; friend. Ohh..I so envy her..magnificent style she has..and her song....beautifully written. But she is in everyway and every inch is Malaysian and she swears on that.. kann..kannn?? Melayu kapak gilersss.. just like me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime ago when I was a teenager I asked my mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Mie, why the chinese student of yours can score straight for BM and I can't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom - Because, the malay think, just because we speak malay and we're born with it, we can ace the subject. The chinese on the other hand think, to compete with the malay in getting a spot in the uni they have to ace this subject and because it's not their mother tongue they learn it the straight way - via the text book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - I think I can write a good karangan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom - Ok..go and write and then you compare it with my student's paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Mom was teaching in a chinese school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a shame..my BM for spm was only C5..cukup2 makan..malu sehhh..dgn non-malay yg lain..almost all distinction. Should I be proud that I aced English??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang selalu tanyer..ehh..camner yer u pandai cakap english?? eehh..pandai ker?? i imitate jer pandai..pastuh byk tengok tv..maser kecik2 dulu tengok mcgyver, the a team, star wars, V, dan sumer sitcom i.e happy days, punky brewster, family ties, eight is enough, growing pains and macam2 lagie la..damn!!! what's that sitcom malcolm jamal was in...oohh..that famous actor..arrgghh...and also that sitcom with the shorty black guy..aiyaaaa...now it's killing me..tolong..i will not sleep soundly for this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okehh that should be my first instance nyer answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I will say, READ. Read as much as you can and keep a pocket dictionary next to you always. Read also the daily newspaper. I was lucky that my parents thot that having daily newspaper send to the house is important when we were kids. Now?? none of my married siblings house ader subscribe from the mamak paper. Kesian mamak tu?? Can't blame them..the papers nowadays are full of craps..time has changed. But like someone has said before, paparazzi only write what people want to read, so if there's demand on crap issues so crap issues is what we'll get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with the topsy turvy grammars, silly spelling errors, wrong way of writing sentence i.e verb, adjective, verb to be etc..I'm starting to write anyway. I've spend considerable amount of money at MPH that will last me till the end of the year I hope. I make a point to read a page or two before I go into my lala land, I read during heavy traffic and I'll keep on reading. And I will keep on writing my blog in english or campur and not in full BM. Not because I feel stupid, simply because I'm comfortable with it and I look up at people who writes in BM...they have my utmost respect..simply because, I'm not as good as them in doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the coming National Day, here wishing all of you out there..Selamat Hari Merdeka ke 49!!! May we have more merdeka to come... merdeka to write how we want, to speak how we like and to sing when we want without being judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm every inch Malaysian and I'm proud of it. But I would like to stay in London because I can put on my nice charity shop trench coat in winter, wear my not a 2nd hand trainers during summer and clickety clack my sexy black boots during spring and breathe the nice smell breeze of autumm leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..people...c'mon, hit me mate..hit me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-115616072926544553?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/115616072926544553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=115616072926544553&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115616072926544553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115616072926544553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/09/bahasa-jiwa-bangsa.html' title='Bahasa Jiwa Bangsa'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-115622713656600180</id><published>2006-08-22T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T09:27:55.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Gossips'/><title type='text'>CTDK - Akhirnya Kini Pasti!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/CT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/400/CT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bak lagu Diva Queen kita, Anita Sarawak, now the song suits well for the nation dahling pop diva who yesterday approximately around noon time is officially known as Datin Siti Nurhaliza. Fairy tale life indeed she has, some people are born on silver spoons...this I think is surely confirmed &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Christoffle&lt;/span&gt;. Banyak2 gambar yg aku terima, yang ini ada la ruper pasangan suami isteri..yg lain cam bapak ngan anak..especially when Dato K trying in vain to do his crooked smile. &lt;a href="http://gravtkills.blogspot.com"&gt;Gravt&lt;/a&gt; should I imagine you without the senget smile??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not watch anything on her nikah yesterday as I was so busy with the work and at home struggling with the maintenance boys for the long overdue matters domestically. So today while at the cafe having lunch barula sibuk carik star and nst to read snippet on it. Tak nak hipokrit okehh?? I admit I was going straight to her wedding section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday while lazing around trying to sleep, I saw on TV written something like this :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sesuatu yang penting akan berlaku kepada Negara esok" or lebih kurang laa..yg pentingnya the word important to the country. I was like gobsmacked!! Like dah lebih lebih la nie..kalau yer pun nak sponsor tak yah lah over do it. Here I thot it would be something related to Merdeka, but written with a pinkish background..so definately the much anticipated wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, alhamdullilah semua sudah pasti dan tidak lagi menjadi rahsia lagi. I hope the very best for Datin CT. And I truly mean this..though I know loads of people out there who despise her, as for me I'm just being realistic, if I were in her shoes, I would prolly handled situation my way which is I don't give a damn way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now I'm drooling on her hantaran..switching from the Chopard and LV and Chopard and LV and that strawberry coated with choc dip...hhmm..not bad at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what &lt;a href="http://makandeh@blogspot.com"&gt;Mak Andeh &lt;/a&gt;wrote in her blog, I should have applied for housekeeping job at the federal mosque..I would have had the chance to "sedut" a bling or two for my baju raya...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat pengantin Baru, Semoga Berkekalan dan bahagia ke anak cucu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-115622713656600180?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/115622713656600180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=115622713656600180&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115622713656600180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115622713656600180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/08/ctdk-akhirnya-kini-pasti.html' title='CTDK - Akhirnya Kini Pasti!!!'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-115518349942861694</id><published>2006-08-20T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:14:29.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality Bites'/><title type='text'>When will it end??</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s7AAgfZfqmc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s7AAgfZfqmc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-9a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-9a.slide.com.com&amp;channel=72057594039542426&amp;cy=bl" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it work?? If we boycott these brands does it work?? Certain things I can forgo, but they're some I can't. Does that make me a heartless person?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my best with whatever I have. I'll contribute what I can within my means. And I'll pray for the peace of this little world we have and for all the citizens of the world and all muslims wherever you are. Amin..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-115518349942861694?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/115518349942861694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=115518349942861694&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115518349942861694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115518349942861694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-will-it-end.html' title='When will it end??'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-115604702588226924</id><published>2006-08-19T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T00:08:12.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family - Abang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality Bites'/><title type='text'>Soulmate made in heaven.</title><content type='html'>So it was settled. She said she had no intention to lock me out or whatsover. Thank you friends, u know who you are, thanks for the advice. I take it that it's about time for me to go anyway. My mom need me more then ever now. I came back on Friday night, I saw my mom's face all swollen and I knew she has been crying if not the whole day at least the whole evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Redha&lt;/span&gt;, that's the word I told her. We have to accept the lot here. This is our test. Not as hard as others but just as hard. She said, I told her father " Haji, dia dah lupa kat &lt;a href="http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-rememberance-of-abang.html"&gt;anak&lt;/a&gt; saya Ji, dier luper kat anak saya macam tukar baju". My heart filled with sadness, my eyes filled with tears. I had to pacify her frustration and depression. Dulu orang2 tua slalu cakap, lelaki, kubur bini merah lagie dah nak kawin lagi, nie the opposite pulak.. I don't know..honestly..I try to seal myself from commenting anything if possible, but how could I?? I'm just an imperfect human after all. I just wish ultimate happines for her and her new family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In referring to a blogger friend blog on his entry - &lt;a href="http://bakpo.blogspot.com/2006/08/soulmate.html"&gt;"Soulmate". &lt;/a&gt;I keep asking myself, does soulmate exist? Define soulmate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) It means that if a couple weather the strongest storm succesfully, they're still together and love each other more forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) If the otherhalf life is shortlived, and if the other half remain single till the day he/she dies and meet in the otherworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) If a couple who did not survived stage 1 hurricane and disperse only to come back stronger because of the strong call of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) If a couple who cannot be together for some reason, but they're solid as friends and collapse if binded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anymore options for the defination? I'm looking for soulmate made in heaven?? Exist?? Nahhh... in fairytale land maybe. Sometimes love build for over 15years can just be gone just like that. When someone has intention to re-marries in less then 6 months after the otherhalf last breath, can the love be questioned at all?? When is soon is too soon and late is late enough?? That is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly will soon be relocated to SA until further notice. Life as a nomad, that's me. For now I have a grieving mother to attend to and we have a wedding to execute for the coming National day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-115604702588226924?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/115604702588226924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=115604702588226924&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115604702588226924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115604702588226924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/08/soulmate-made-in-heaven.html' title='Soulmate made in heaven.'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-115458167760583907</id><published>2006-08-16T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:15:56.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality Bites'/><title type='text'>Random Ramblings of Ugleeeyyyy</title><content type='html'>Zillion of things to write but u know when any of your family member have stumbled upon your blog, that makes it difficult to write from the heart. Because what comes from this heart maybe it's not wht their eyes wants to read..yaaa..i know..it's my flipping blog, why should I care?? but knowing me..nak menjaga hati sumer org yg berkenaan I have to be the goody toooshoooes. I can't even write about wht I shop fearing of remarks...'oohh..shopping nampak..bayar la hutang dulu', I can't even write that I went to Zeta bar or Planet or yg sewaktu dengannyer menemankan kawan yg kecundang dlm cinta or simply to let myself loose..fearing of remarks...'tak baik...kita kalau gagal dlm hidup dr segi aper pun, must turn to Allah' well like who am I to say this..aku pun far from perfect. It took me donkey years to actually put in into practise. Who don't know?? Melayu kat Malaysia nie...infact all muslims we know from small, it is instill in our head and mind that we turn only to Him for forgiveness, for help, for everything. But who actually act on it?? Not all kan..some turn to booze, some turn to drugs, some act upon a bitter sweet revenge by doing the same thing to others, some turn to clubbing 7 nites a week, some turn to their wheels-speed like nobody's business..many ways laaah.. but does that make that person a bad person?? unfortunately to some people with shallow thinking, yes, but to me, the ending of human life, only Allah knows so I as another human  who is far from perfection will and do whatever I can in my way to be kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fifteen days I will be moving on to another sequence of my life. My life has been colorful with many downs and little bit of ups. Mom, always say I'm born on a silver spoon, whatever that means. I'm not the brightest in the family, infact yg lain have degrees or masters, well with an exception to Arwah who only have diploma but he's far ahead of me. He had his own business to be proud of. He had to prove to my mom that he's able to take care of his family the day he told my mom that he wants to get married. He was only 24 then. And he did. Somehow or rather he did and he had a very understanding wife then. But now things change. Better stop here..freeze me fingers from typing further. That reminds me, is his 14th anniversary to be today. One of the happiest day of his life I must say...to my SIL too I hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy..back to born on a silver spoon thingy, I was the only one that "kapur" my dad's money for my private college education..the rest was either on loan or scholars. I started work exactly a month after I graduated. My first job, I had a company car and company handphone..whooaaa!!! dun play..play..aaa. My first job landed me 2 pink forms too when they boarded the 2nd board on KLSE. Made some extra bucks there. Then I worked my ass off for another couple of years, landed jobs that I want after 1st interview then off to the Kingdom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaayyy..I shall continue this soon..brain dead skejab. For now just enjoy the 666's myth of relationship..betul kee?? Left that industry quite sometime ago..lost track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 weeks , 6 months, 6 years . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating process:&lt;br /&gt;6 weeks : I love U, I love U, I love U.&lt;br /&gt;6 months : Of course I love U. &lt;br /&gt;6 years : GOD, if I didn't love U, then why the hell did I propose? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from Work: &lt;br /&gt;6 weeks : Honey, I'm home. &lt;br /&gt;6 months : BACK!!&lt;br /&gt;6 years : What did your mom cook for us today?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts: &lt;br /&gt;6 weeks : Honey, I really hope you liked the ring. &lt;br /&gt;6 months : I bought you a painting; it would fit the motif in the living room. &lt;br /&gt;6 years : Here's the money. Buy yourself something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone Ringing: &lt;br /&gt;6 weeks : Baby, somebody wants you on the phone. &lt;br /&gt;6 months : Here, for you.&lt;br /&gt;6 years : PHONE RINGING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking: &lt;br /&gt;6 weeks : I never knew food could taste so good! &lt;br /&gt;6 months : What are we having for dinner tonight?&lt;br /&gt;6 years : AGAIN!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apology: &lt;br /&gt;6 weeks : Honey muffin, don't you worry, Ill never hold this against you. &lt;br /&gt;6 months : Watch out! Don't do it again. &lt;br /&gt;6 years : What's not to understand about what I just said?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Dress: &lt;br /&gt;6 weeks : Oh my God, you look like an angel in that dress. &lt;br /&gt;6 months : You bought a new dress again??? &lt;br /&gt;6 years : How much did THAT cost me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning for Vacations: &lt;br /&gt;6 weeks : How do 2 weeks in Vienna or anywhere you please sound?? &lt;br /&gt;6 months : What's so bad about going to India on a charter plane? &lt;br /&gt;6 years : Travel? What's so bad about staying home??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV: &lt;br /&gt;6 weeks : Baby, what would you like us to watch tonight? &lt;br /&gt;6 months : I like this movie.&lt;br /&gt;6 years : I'm going to watch ESPN, if you're not in the mood, go to bed, I can stay up by myself . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-115458167760583907?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/115458167760583907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=115458167760583907&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115458167760583907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115458167760583907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/08/random-ramblings-of-ugleeeyyyy.html' title='Random Ramblings of Ugleeeyyyy'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-115505545411089883</id><published>2006-08-09T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:16:41.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Fair Trade Pleaseeee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/Picture001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/Picture001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/Picture002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/Picture002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the season to be jolly...traa...la..laa..lalllaaa....yup it's back folks, the season where it will leave you with a burnt pocket..ouchh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm trying to do some shopping too..well considering I don't shop if there's no sale, so I'm not going to feel guilty for doing so now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to big big sales like this I usually will duck in just like the rest of ya ladies out there..yaaa..u out there!!!..u know grab stuffs that you'd be eyeing from last summer or so..so who cares if it's out dated..I dress for comfort not to please others and if that's what I can afford and that will be it then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pisses me off is, why does a plus size range have a plus price tag??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the plus size needs an extra yard of fabric or does it need a bigger sewing machine or does it need an extended yarn compared to the *normal*size??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demmit!!! This is a no fair trade!!! I have to spend a lil' extra just to get some decent clothing. Whether it's at the mall or even pasar malam..oo..ok lets be realistic I will never..I repeat, never in this life time will I get anything that fits me in pasar malam if I stay *ugly* like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bad enough that Mom IS ALWAYS nagging about this... for her there's no life and dressing up for *ugly* peeps like me. She will go balistic if she sees me wearing a top that ends just nice up at my ass. Noooo, it has to cover it as far down as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when..when will KL have stores that have sizes in ranges i.e short, medium and tall for the pants. So help me gawd because everytime I find a jeans or pants that fits my neat ass I will have to send to the "Ah So" for friggin' alteration. That's another few more bucks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wish I'm in the Big Ben right now....where I have Ms Perkins &amp;  Mr H&amp;M rendering me their latest at a ssoooooo affordable price...that is of course if you're earning the Queen E notes....aargghh..gone are the days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Perks here is not so very friendly with me..and her bunch of friends too like Ms Read, Ms Scarlett, Ms Total Women though I must say she makes me feel like a total woman and now they have another new friend in town - Ms Big Brown Bag. So flippin' plus price!! I try to stay away... but sometimes I bulldozed them, so sue me.. I'm so looking forward Mr H&amp;M's arrival here for all the dry roses out there. Big is beautiful aye...aye Sir!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-115505545411089883?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/115505545411089883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=115505545411089883&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115505545411089883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115505545411089883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/08/fair-trade-pleaseeee.html' title='Fair Trade Pleaseeee...'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-115478110134901703</id><published>2006-08-04T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:17:12.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>A walk through the cloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/AP2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/320/AP2.jpg" border="0"alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/AP1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/320/AP1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a moment of sadness in the heart when I got to the hospital to greet a newborn last night. A beautiful baby boy was brought into the world of hope from the SIL's family side. No..the baby is fine..the baby was a healthy boy and so was his mom. I thought I could just forget all and walk without a tinge of sadness, but I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is, the place where I saw &lt;a href="http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-rememberance-of-abang.html"&gt;his&lt;/a&gt; face rounded with a white cloth. That image came running into my head while I stood out there for a moment. Such a long 15minutes of hesitating whether or not I have the courage to walk right through it as the main entrance was closed. I decided to wait for my SIL. Tears start filling up and my heart just filled with sadness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, I walked right through it and thank Him for the room that was there was changed into a counter for the walk-in patients. I sailed through it trying so hard to fight my sadness but a tear or two drop as SIL asked why was my eyes watery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Allah, please give my family and myself especially my mother the strength to overcome this tragedy. Oh Allah please bless &lt;a href="http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-rememberance-of-abang.html"&gt;his&lt;/a&gt; soul and put him among the pious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a year soon, how time flies but the memories of him is felt so strongly. No death is harder to accept than a sudden death, which I knew but only now to feel the heartache....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-115478110134901703?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/115478110134901703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=115478110134901703&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115478110134901703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115478110134901703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/08/walk-through-cloud.html' title='A walk through the cloud'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-115458328446696991</id><published>2006-08-03T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:17:35.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Gossips'/><title type='text'>Had Enough of her?? Think again..</title><content type='html'>Okeehh...1st of all let me point out that I'm neither a fan of CT nor I am anti her. I listen to her songs when is played on the radio yeahh..she has some nice songs, credit to the composer and song writer, but I do drool over her gowns and heels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care heck who she's gonna marry but yes I find it somehow not a surprising news when she announced it on National TV after months and months of speculations. Wasn't it so obvious?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past weeks I've been receiving many e-mails about K n her, never bothered to re-send, I read and delete...kapishh!! But this I have to blog it, because one find day many years after, insya Allah if a long life granted, I can track back my archive and see how Malaysians are directly/indirectly affected by this nation pop darling... We're so just one creative nation!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon lets sing a long... and should I sing this on my birthday?? yes on the soon to come national day??? maybe I should ehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyanyi ikut rentak lagu yang dipopularkan oleh Sudirman – 31 Ogos. Nyayian secara berkoir adalah digalakan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 Ogos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanggal dua puluh satu&lt;br /&gt;Bulan lapan dua ribu enam&lt;br /&gt;Berkuda! Di kota!&lt;br /&gt;Nak dara dan duda &lt;br /&gt;Ia pasti menjadi sejarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanggal dua puluh satu&lt;br /&gt;Bulan lapan dua ribu enam&lt;br /&gt;Hari yang mulia&lt;br /&gt;Hari bahagia&lt;br /&gt;Sambut dengan Khalid Md Jiwa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari kita seluruh warga negara&lt;br /&gt;Ramai-ramai menyambut hari berkuda&lt;br /&gt;Berkuda!&lt;br /&gt;Dua satu bulan lapan dua ribu enam&lt;br /&gt;Siaran langsung oleh TV3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footnote :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Malaysians I suppose can sing along to this, that is if they know this song. So do forgive me if I have any non-malaysian and non-speaking malay readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://looneypuff.blogspot.com"&gt;Jade&lt;/a&gt; dahling..i know..i know..u must be thinking..what's in my head now??? what the hell I'm doing..hehh..hehh..sis, me absolutely don't know either...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-115458328446696991?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/115458328446696991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=115458328446696991&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115458328446696991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115458328446696991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/08/had-enough-of-her-think-again.html' title='Had Enough of her?? Think again..'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-115448462678586873</id><published>2006-08-02T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:18:22.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Movies'/><title type='text'>Click to Central Park oppss!! Sentul Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/AdamSandlerClick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/320/AdamSandlerClick.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning while I was cruising more like crawling to work amidst the traffic, I noticed myself smiling. I feel good today. I feel it's gonna be a good day. I feel big, I feel that even with any misery I'm gonna face today I will breeze myself through it marvellously. Have you ever felt like this? Unexplainable..but I feel just great..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is the after effect from a breezy night under the star watching the latest movie of Adam Sandler and Kate Beckinsale - Click. Have you ever wonder what life would be at a touch of a button? Have you ever asked yourself how do you measure success? Is it with the amount of money you can accumulate, or is it reaching the highest ever in your career span or simply being happy with what you do and work with what you have a day at a time and appreciate people who loves you despite any shortcomings??  Go watch this movie. I'm not a very convincing movie reviewer. Thank you for me &lt;a href="http://buckshinoda.blogspot.com"&gt;virtual friend &lt;/a&gt;for providing us with these complimentary tickets. More to come ya bro??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/SP%20Entrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/320/SP%20Entrance.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentul Park Entrance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/SW%20Banner.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/320/SW%20Banner.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentul West Banner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/SP%20View.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/320/SP%20View.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;View of Sentul West&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now next I want to tell the whole peeps out there about the venue of the movie last night. Woo whoaa...we have our own Central Park!!! Introducing Sentul Park situated at Sentul West...sound so posh sehh...like South Kensington, West Kensington gituu.... Never knew this..maybe to some yes, but I sure only got to find out about this place only yesterday. As I cruised in, is like I'm seeing Hyde Park but without the Serpentine Lake. Nice. I don't feel like I'm in KL at all. When I was YMing &lt;a href="http://slipperykitchen.blogspot.com"&gt;Beb&lt;/a&gt; yesterday for the movie venue, this was part of it : -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beb - Ehh..got tikar or not?? Takkan nak duk kat rumput??&lt;br /&gt;Me - Tikar?? for what?? ehh where is this Sentul Park?? Wht do u mean duk atas rumput? No kusi kee??&lt;br /&gt;Beb - No laaa..ini tengok kat luarnyer...&lt;br /&gt;Me - Tikar takder, carpet merah ader...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/Movie%20Venue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/320/Movie%20Venue.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/Starlight%20Banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/320/Starlight%20Banner.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starlight Cinema Banner and Venue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled the place for the map route. Right in the middle of Sentul..we have this?? Must check this place out. And I'm praying so hard for it not to rain. Please..ohh..please don't, just for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/My%20Car%20Trunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/320/My%20Car%20Trunk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Car Trunk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as always He listens, it did not rain albeit the chilly night. Desperate situation requires desperate measures, my mobile home aka my car did not fail me when we needed something for our butt since none of us brought any tikar or whatsoever. I rummaged through it and managed to get old newspapers, cloth laundry bad and plastics cover for my laundry. Err..did I mentioned quater of my wardrobe is hang in my car too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/Butt%20Rest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/320/Butt%20Rest.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/TheBigTikar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/320/TheBigTikar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/The%20Crowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/320/The%20Crowd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/BigScreen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/320/BigScreen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a spot with two guys behind us and they were sitting on a huge tikar..damn hugefor 2 persons butt..so I actually through out the movie pretending tak perasan  edged myself a wee bit on their tikar. We had hotdogs, burgers and cokes while watching the movie. There were 4 of us and the other 2 were queuing for about 30mins for the food. Management need to improve that..though I saw lots of people brought their own knic knacs and I even saw a family brought a thin mattress and pillows!! We didn't have enough time to buy anything outside because of the traffic and it was a last minute arrangement. But next time we know how to adjust this... More free tickets please, because to be honest I will not spend that much of money and sit on the damp grass and go home with a sore back..hehh..hehh..once a month maybe..for the aura..thank you but not thanks, I will stick to my loyal dvd's and the big screen of TGV. Check out the &lt;a href="http://starlightcinema.com.my"&gt;web&lt;/a&gt;. Cool place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-115448462678586873?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/115448462678586873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=115448462678586873&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115448462678586873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115448462678586873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/08/click-to-central-park-oppss-sentul.html' title='Click to Central Park oppss!! Sentul Park'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-115433825184577554</id><published>2006-07-31T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:19:47.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Sheila's Showcase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/Back%20View%20of%20JLOP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/400/Back%20View%20of%20JLOP.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for the showcase..we're walking towards Mc'Donald in BB to grab some food..I'm not willing to spend anymore that what I've spend for Sheila's ticket. At about quater to 10.30pm we strode back to PH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/PH%20Stage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/400/PH%20Stage.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lucky us we managed to find a nice spot about 3metres away from Sheila and exactly behind Acis. See that keyboard?? That's where Acis sat and that was how close we were to the stage. Who's Acis? He is Sheila's boo after her 1st failed marriage with Roslan. He was the New Kid on the Block during his hey day with Gersang. I did not go overboard with him unlike my other school friends. But he seems much better looking now, I must say Sheila and him aged gracefully. Good combination, though it's a 10years gap there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/Acis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/400/Acis.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is Acis the closest we can get and unfortunately we were behind him..so this is the best post we can get....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/Sheila1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/400/Sheila1.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/Sheila2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/400/Sheila2.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/Sheila3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/400/Sheila3.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/Sheila4.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/400/Sheila4.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/Sheila5.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/400/Sheila5.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I rate Sheila's performance yesterday?? Grrreaaattt!! After 20yrs in the industry, she still proves she has it, with her aura, no bad stage jokes, her wit and plus her background musicians were all super great...Steve Thornton on the percussions..superb beb..superb..i tell ya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sang over 40songs in medleys and full..from her Dimensi album right until Ku Mohon. My history with Sheila started when I was in the Primary school. She hit the scene with Pengemis Muda and I still remember her in the video clip with the bob hair cut and oversized colorful tops. Then my Kak Long who was and still a fan of her was also my great influence. Sheila was the CT of the 80's but not overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say I'm one of her loyal fans. I don't quite like using the "die hard fan" term because die hard for me means I have to know everything lil' thing about out hearthrob. She's not someone I'd die for but her concert or showcase is worth my every pennies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gaved a powerful packed performance - 45minutes per sec, there were 2 secs and she extended another 30minutes for us. She's a damn good entertainer, no soalan-soalan "pandai" - dah makan ker belum..or nak lagie ker?? dgn gaya yang tak menarik. She did in style that the crowd were happy to let her go..though the back way was actually swarmped by her fans who did not want her to leave. Crowds were super fantastic... the youngs and the old..all of us rawked!!! We enjoyed every moment. We sang with her, infact sometimes she let us sing half the song and joked about she being the choir leader. She even gave some tips on how to go on the count of 3 and scream "Sinaran". And yes who would blunder situation like this?? Of course moi... and she practically pointed her finger at me and laughed..aiyooo..perasan la skejabb. Even when her 1st sec wardrobe was giving her problem..she excused her self in style. She calls it "wardrobe malfunction" and did want to be like Janet J or she'll be ban for life. Though I did noticed she was looking at Acis macam "are you ok or not honey..I will change it during the break" hahhh..hahhhh.. just kidding..both of them were a sport.. I mean who would imagine that Acis who was prolly 10yrs old when "Tipah Tertipu" was shown on the cinema would marry Sheila.... Kalau dah jodoh tak ke mana ainnit??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a worthy drive all the way from Shah Alam for her Planet Showcase and to &lt;a href="http://slipperykitchen.blogspot.com"&gt;Beb&lt;/a&gt;..yes it was fun to go out with you walaupun aku perasan kau mengutuk aku dengan mamat baju merah tu..cehh!!! takder maknernyer...it was indeed a fun girls night out plus the mamat valet yg hensem tu!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-115433825184577554?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/115433825184577554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=115433825184577554&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115433825184577554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115433825184577554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/07/sheilas-showcase.html' title='Sheila&apos;s Showcase'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-115408391798174413</id><published>2006-07-28T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:20:32.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogathon 2006'/><title type='text'>Blogathon 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/320/image006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/image002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/320/image002.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/320/image004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/320/image003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/320/image005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the world going mad on bombings, firing of AK 47's, grenades and children are now being refered as orphans, parents losing their children, mothers became single mothers, I pledge for all fellow bloggers to give moral support to Blogathon 2006 which will be happening on the 29th July 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit my &lt;a href="http://lolliesplace.blogspot.com/"&gt;goddess&lt;/a&gt; mate or &lt;a href="http://primarybasic.efx2.com/"&gt;Ms PB &lt;/a&gt;her self for further information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first year so I would like to give my moral support, I'll be online as much as possible since me mum's place only has dial up connection :(. And hopefully I'll be able to contribute some $$$ into it. I wanted to offer myself, but I'm afarid I might have mental block at that particular time and will spoil the whole chain...ohh..no..this is just too good for me to mess it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people come join me for this noble cause i.e moral support, monetary support - stay up late...turn on your connection after AF4, get ready with the junks, make the kids stay up late so they can entertain you with their wits or whatever it is that can make your eyes stay wide open. Give comments..cheer them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets us do the little things that can make a huge different for this smoky world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addendum 31.7.2006 :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all that have supported and to all the bloggers for their superb entries. A total of 25pledges and US1377.00 was collected. May all this worthy cause be rewarded by Allah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-115408391798174413?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/115408391798174413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=115408391798174413&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115408391798174413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115408391798174413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/07/blogathon-2006.html' title='Blogathon 2006'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-115389752206322442</id><published>2006-07-26T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:21:18.688+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>After months and months of seeing other blogs with cun, canggih, meriah template, I now finally have my own...which I hope it will last sebelum sampai my next tahap keboringan... have no fear "Iced Nyior" will come to the rescue..eeehh..ok ker sis to give me a hand the next time I need a new look? Plus I'm using all the working time to do all this renovating..hehh..hehh..I know..I know..dah menyalahgunakan facilities dan kuasa yang diberi *:(head down* I'm leaving anyway...I feel unappreciated..so this company deserve it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so useless to the point that nak buat banner or tukar template pun hancuss...so ok I did add some webstats, clock.link, prayer time....itu pun after seeing in on others. Copy cat la kire nyer nie.. so tabik spring la &lt;a href="http://auntyN.blogspot.com"&gt;Aunty N&lt;/a&gt; sbb she did it all by herself. Me?? I have Iced Nyior to be thankful to..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me..tell me..ok ker design nie..I've always like earth color and black, so it make sense to change from black to brown. Plus the rain effect tu like very soothing and calm for me laaa..and from the moment I saw it I have that Madonna old skool "Rain" singing in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini adalah gara2 AuntyN being temporary out of service to renovate her house. Boy it looks great. And thanks for the semangat....I was like ehh..AuntyN tukar..me also should laa... But sesungguhnyer AuntyN lebih mempunyai kesabaran dan ketabahan yang lebih tinggi walaupun ketiak dah berkepam-kepam bau...hehh..hehhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to the one of the many &lt;a href="http://melopong.blogspot.com"&gt;goddesses&lt;/a&gt; I know for introducing me to this blogging world, what started as merely to drop comments on her blog has become an addiction to me. Arrggg!!! I hope with the new job to come I'll still be able to bloghop as often as now and please remind me to install streamyx at me mom's house because as of now with the dial up it's driving me cuckoo!! Ader hati jugak nak apply wifi kat rumah..but what's the range like for private home? Anyone has any idea? And assuming it's place in a room, would I be able to access it from the dining room or the living room for example? And I also heard that you'll be indirectly supplying your neighbours that access..betul kee?? Like that free ride &lt;br /&gt;laaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally thanks to all the frequent bloggers that have without failed visiting my nothing interesting entries. You know who you are..May one day adalah rezeki nak jumper face to face. Somehow, I much appreciate those advise and comments that I've received from you virtual people out there aka strangers to my real world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all very much for making my day beautiful and full of laughter everyday....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-115389752206322442?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/115389752206322442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=115389752206322442&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115389752206322442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115389752206322442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-115133986462133374</id><published>2006-07-23T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:21:43.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Gossips'/><title type='text'>SMS on.....</title><content type='html'>Yes I'm a TV junkie. As far as I can remember I watch practically everything that sooth my eyes. It dun matter whether it's a documentaries, reality shows, sitcoms, drama series and even forum perdana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough that I have to endure the slides in between, I have to listen to the crap SMS thingy rave going on the airwave currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean who in the right mind would even consider to waste their pennies on something that goes like this ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda kesunyian? SMS on Teman / Are you lonely? SMS on Friend&lt;br /&gt;Anda perlukan cinta? SMS on Cinta / Do you need love? SMS on Love&lt;br /&gt;Anda perlukan teman hidup? SMS on Jodoh / Do you need a life partner? SMS cupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so many others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we actually find anything or someone out of this?? And a close relative of mine says that this company actually making big bucks on this. Meaning there are people who actually responded to this!!! I mean what could a person possibly gain from this??It's bad enough that we have many fraud cases via the internet..I can't imagine what this SMS thingy can do. This is so far different than chatting on the YM which is at least free apart from paying for the access or subscribing to dating services via online etc... To add on from a reliable resources this thing will burn a hole in one's pocket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's any good comes out from this among the bloggers, please do confess, I'm really keen to know it and/or has anyone of us tried this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25359233-115133986462133374?l=uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/feeds/115133986462133374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25359233&amp;postID=115133986462133374&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115133986462133374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25359233/posts/default/115133986462133374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/07/sms-on.html' title='SMS on.....'/><author><name>UglyButAdorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946612427858575350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g201/reneezubir/seashells2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25359233.post-115329374002345265</id><published>2006-07-19T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:23:02.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality Bites'/><title type='text'>Mashitah and Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/1600/Masyitah.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1130/2649/200/Masyitah.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time that I stayed up late to surf the net, I'm accompanied by Mashitah. My youngest niece. Oh..yes she can sleep really late. Most of the time she'll just watch TV and once in a while she will get me to bring her to the loo or water or to make her milk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without fail she will always ask me to play the &lt;a href="http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/05/dearest-mommie.html"&gt;"Spice Girl - Mama"&lt;/a&gt; song that I have add on to my favourites. She will hear it over and over again and even insist that she should click on the play button. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her big round eyes, she will always ask me, Mashitah nak Abah I love you pulak. So I will tell her, ok we listen to this song and when we reach the chorus we'll sing Abah, I love you instead of Mama. She will smile and say ok. She will sit with me and we will sing together. So they we go singing in a very low tone volume afraid of waking up the others. Ohh..how it hurts me to see that she did not get to enjoy her &lt;a href="http://uglybutadorable-uglybutadorable.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-rememberance-of-abang.html"&gt;Abah&lt;/a&gt; as much as others have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I received from my inbox. Apparently it's a real conversation. A simple defination of God does exist and to have faith is vital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN INTERESTING CONVERSATION &lt;br /&gt;(God, Faith and Science. Think about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty. He asks one of his new students to stand and..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So you believe in God? &lt;br /&gt;Student: Absolutely, sir. &lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God good? &lt;br /&gt;Student: Sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God all-powerful? &lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm? &lt;br /&gt;(Student is silent.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fellow. Is God good? &lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is Satan good? &lt;br /&gt;Student: No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Where does Satan come from? &lt;br /&gt;Student: From...God... &lt;br /&gt;Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world? &lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct? &lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;Prof: So who created evil? &lt;br /&gt;Student does not answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they? &lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes, sir. &lt;br /&gt;Prof: So, who created them? &lt;br /&gt;Student has no answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God? &lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir. &lt;br /&gt;Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God? &lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter? &lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't. &lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yet you still believe in Him? &lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son? &lt;br /&gt;Student: Nothing. I only have my faith. &lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat? &lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;Student: And is there such a thing as cold? &lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;Student: No sir. There isn't. &lt;br /&gt;(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it. &lt;br /&gt;(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness? &lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness? &lt;br /&gt;Student: You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light....But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man? &lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed. &lt;br /&gt;Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God a
