tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62348321369769223322024-03-08T05:35:35.781+08:00ZiahliciousIt's all about craps and grumblings...NNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.comBlogger150125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234832136976922332.post-47271036683008851642022-02-24T09:48:00.000+08:002022-02-24T09:48:41.571+08:00<p> Like seriously... I found out that THIS blog is still accessible and can be updated! </p><p>So watch out for this space. I'm going to start rambling again peeps.</p><p>I welcome myself back to the virtual realm of Ziahlicious.</p><p>xox:</p><p>NN </p>NNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234832136976922332.post-70146048397518552022007-11-06T15:37:00.000+08:002007-11-06T15:54:11.021+08:00I'm moving out...Dear friends,<br /><br />It's been almost a year since I've dedicated my hours to the site. It's time for me to explore other hosts to learn more on blogging. You can find ALL of my posts here in the other site as well. It's the same title, with mostly the same stuff... So go on... Check it out at <a href="http://www.naziahnawawie.wordpress.com/">http://www.naziahnawawie.wordpress.com/</a>...<br /><br />See you guys there!<br /><br />xxx;<br />Naziah NawawieNNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234832136976922332.post-75290248675930761132007-11-06T13:27:00.000+08:002007-11-06T13:34:56.538+08:00Lazy@WorkYet another attempt to write fiction... Hopefully a hollywood scriptwriter/producer/director stumbles upon it and wants to make a movie... Hehehehhehehe.... Checkout <u><span style="color:#0000ff;"><a href="http://naziah.bloggerteam.com/">http://naziah.bloggerteam.com/</a></span></u>... I'll try my best to update it everyday... Remember, it's more of a fiction than anything that is related to my personal life... :-pNNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234832136976922332.post-37647890178232197972007-11-06T08:18:00.000+08:002007-11-06T09:46:48.111+08:00Something wrong with my settings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhz4t31H1nLMQJQdj6kJ2YZyeVrIYNPbO2zSZu_bZXHN-eiqU6C1OIjQx1o8QTO0syUAaZ1OR9JNXAshG_bG3DO-3HPvsMcsMxQjVQSomlWqkcxDovIdhWaBuz4kw1pSogFejq3bTWvqk/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129537804705226162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhz4t31H1nLMQJQdj6kJ2YZyeVrIYNPbO2zSZu_bZXHN-eiqU6C1OIjQx1o8QTO0syUAaZ1OR9JNXAshG_bG3DO-3HPvsMcsMxQjVQSomlWqkcxDovIdhWaBuz4kw1pSogFejq3bTWvqk/s400/DSC00280.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The blog is corrupted! I have no dates, or time, and the comments link is below the title... WHAT'S WRONG?!!!!! I was just trying to change the look but not working out so well... Hopefully it will revert back to normal soon...</div>NNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234832136976922332.post-15440989754596392712007-11-05T08:13:00.000+08:002007-11-05T10:46:45.349+08:00I've got Monday Blues...Let's start the day with a big fat <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>SIGH</strong></span><span style="font-size:100%;">... The weather is soooooooo good for sleeping in until at least 10 am! I've been saying this but mother nature has got SOMETHING against me! When it's my off days, it will be so hot that by 8am, I have to roll UNDER my bed to get less sunlight!!!! Sigh... So I've decided... Today, I'm just gonna be <a href="mailto:lazy@work">lazy@work</a>... </span><br /><br />I leave you with my favourite comic strip:<br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129146176702274962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="160" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg243oZim6Wg5pgJYR8fl_kRXFHLLpNLqjL_1JUNeXIAD3XzP6DjXkkzKLzcONyiFzXUFreZInA5XiuRZc8sKKxQwCqjdwu4d4JeKL-AaYwFf3iwwmKZ8Fi-zrq74p9S2WdNT-yTa8fArM/s400/CH860417.jpg" width="479" border="0" /></p>NNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234832136976922332.post-20396515890181073862007-11-02T11:05:00.000+08:002007-11-02T11:18:52.751+08:00I kena tagged again...More, Esah! I want more!!!!!<br /><br />p/s: I tag Nina, Ly-D, Mummy-O, Shanky, Ida Z, Widie... And also Cat (you think I will let you go aaa?!)<br /><br />1. Were you smiling when you woke up this morning?<br />Nope... I tot I was gonna be late for work. And then I remembered that I'm working from home today. Yes... I AM DOING MY REPORTS! And NO, I'm not watching any Korean drama or That 70's Show... Too much calculations to do!<br /><br />2. When was the last time you met someone new?<br />Open house(s) last week... A lot of Abu's colleagues from SATO... One kakak made this delicious Laksa! And I don't really enjoy laksa but hers was excellent!<br /><br />3. When did you last eat pizza?<br />Bulan puasa. I make my own pizza. Not that hard... Just buy the pre-made crust, put tomato paste, cheese, and chili tuna, and mayounise... Bake for 20 mins or so...<br /><br />4. Do you drink beer?<br />No<br /><br />5. Do you wash your own clothes?<br />No... I have an excellent maid who does it for me... I enjoy putting the clothes into the washing machine and hanging it but I do not like the lipat-lipat baju part...<br /><br />6. What do you want more than anything?<br />Very hard to decide between meeting Takuya Kimura in person and running my own business...<br /><br />7. Are you tired?<br />My body's aching but no, I'm not tired. Just had 2 cups of coffee... Shud ask me later in the evening...<br /><br />8. Are you restless?<br />No... I'm fine today... I can't be restless today. Must pay attention to my reports... Or else I have to start from the beginning and that will make me super restless.<br /><br />9. How many Frienster's view do you have today?<br />Dunno.... Haven't seen my friendster yet...<br /><br />10. Who is in the room with you?<br />Nobody. But I can hear Kady laughing outside... Heheheh...NNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234832136976922332.post-82197141405739096562007-11-01T10:47:00.000+08:002007-11-01T11:07:27.155+08:00What do I do for a living?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_KIxKlVX_VXA4MZWuXnk6Y2l66ru9S22CSlsPdBOSnjpW9sjL5h-9LoAXnUkFKnVA_wDvAGX3F752hZ8Ek-Ur1-yrFrYkW4PEdKyDjzeR-prxwOiszEkN6d20g9F7BnyM9mXkddZ9Ka8/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127698917160358562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_KIxKlVX_VXA4MZWuXnk6Y2l66ru9S22CSlsPdBOSnjpW9sjL5h-9LoAXnUkFKnVA_wDvAGX3F752hZ8Ek-Ur1-yrFrYkW4PEdKyDjzeR-prxwOiszEkN6d20g9F7BnyM9mXkddZ9Ka8/s320/DSC00278.JPG" border="0" /></a>I get this question a lot! I think most of my friends (outside office circle) don't know where I'm working and what is it that I'm doing. Not that I'm not proud of the company, but I never really talk about ofis stuff with my friends or families.<br /><br />So, what exactly am I doing? First and foremost, I work with AMERICAN EXPRESS INTERNATIONAL based in Menara Weld. The reason why it's called Amex International is because the Malaysia bit of it has been taken over by Maybank. So whatever we have in Menara Weld, is all overseas based services. My job? I'm a Quality Analyst. I do quality audit for our Credit Department Singapore. Yes... The team is based Singapore and I'm in KL. Yes... It is possible. Everything is possible now. Thanks to technical advances... What do I do? I listen to calls, check it if it's up to standard, check the procedures and update, and give feedback when necessary. I actually just started this job in August. I was in a different department previously (a 'funner' department to be in - Ste, if you are reading this, I have too many grudges with the recording procedure. Heheheh...).<br /><br />Clear enough? And NO, I do not take any Amex card applications. For that, you have to go thru Maybank. Another interesting fact about my job; my boss is based in Sydney. I do not have a boss in KL... :-pNNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234832136976922332.post-86474306661830143532007-10-31T07:58:00.000+08:002007-10-31T08:02:35.043+08:00Driving Miss Kady<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYvXoDoRMEsvEG_KfaiyTFy28MQNsfRnz2ov85COuApoyASPe8Dkk7bEEs1MC4-sTN7zlHZfs5FYiUq-rdt4fUdw6BEpt3-Ccje3-DijwY3fg2ENFRowlJfguhf07GgnPV-dw1qBkgw6Q/s1600-h/DSC00273.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127283903060480658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYvXoDoRMEsvEG_KfaiyTFy28MQNsfRnz2ov85COuApoyASPe8Dkk7bEEs1MC4-sTN7zlHZfs5FYiUq-rdt4fUdw6BEpt3-Ccje3-DijwY3fg2ENFRowlJfguhf07GgnPV-dw1qBkgw6Q/s400/DSC00273.JPG" border="0" /></a> Coincedently even her pacifier is pink! I did not, I repeat, I DID NOT plan the outfit (and NO! I'm not a big fan of the kaler). People just love giving me pink stuff because I look good with it... Heheheheh...<br /><div></div>NNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234832136976922332.post-29668252111476611662007-10-30T08:50:00.000+08:002007-10-30T10:13:37.039+08:00The one with the 90'sI like this type of topic... Reminiscing about the happer times when I don't have to earn the money to live... Sigh... Just some of my favourite stuff in the 90's: <div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNYHl-nWbEm7qIT04wWFnBuwQS5ropBXQBN8px5TN7ax4pg7j9feiMSrgVxxR0k32Ap5K9U7YbBBGzt7WPNBeiX_chGGja7PMv4rvCZkqYG1xd5lNtF5K8fuNCq975KecKIq43qtwMiok/s1600-h/2355506756.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126942375851037234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNYHl-nWbEm7qIT04wWFnBuwQS5ropBXQBN8px5TN7ax4pg7j9feiMSrgVxxR0k32Ap5K9U7YbBBGzt7WPNBeiX_chGGja7PMv4rvCZkqYG1xd5lNtF5K8fuNCq975KecKIq43qtwMiok/s200/2355506756.jpg" border="0" /></a>"My name is Inigo Montoya... You killed my father... Prepare to die..." - an excerpt from the movie; The Princess Bride. Cary Elwes was one of the sexiest and funniest actor at that time. Another movie that he acted in was Robin Hood, Prince of Tights. F-U-N-N-Y!</div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><div></div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvy2hhZAVt4wZfMtPberAjcvRJrp1K0GHKbOY0ZJQqLUP28Mw-hBepvFjqV9qTa09o9u4-Qf2BM-cPnObffFPPlM3djZny5fn4EbN05eEsr3PO3TzjsOV3B-ePFeNgYjjf3Cu5AbxQUo4/s1600-h/4173030539.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126942844002472546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvy2hhZAVt4wZfMtPberAjcvRJrp1K0GHKbOY0ZJQqLUP28Mw-hBepvFjqV9qTa09o9u4-Qf2BM-cPnObffFPPlM3djZny5fn4EbN05eEsr3PO3TzjsOV3B-ePFeNgYjjf3Cu5AbxQUo4/s200/4173030539.jpg" border="0" /></a>Wet, Wet, Wet was another group that I like (besides NKOTB). If you are not familiar with them, their songs includes Love is all around, Julia says, Goodnight girl, and my favourite song, How long.</div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQIbXZuEh8AhhglKXBKs9l-_8xkOGMewq6Fqjg8NTa-GrhJgrz4ZUW8aWQ8_Qso4zTTE6QPXTsytQxIsxPjmHMqmqTy9VlY68oQPdrfRmBuPMvOwvSMa-o2RAK49qnNi0Tppvq60HkoJ4/s1600-h/4099175157.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126942839707505234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQIbXZuEh8AhhglKXBKs9l-_8xkOGMewq6Fqjg8NTa-GrhJgrz4ZUW8aWQ8_Qso4zTTE6QPXTsytQxIsxPjmHMqmqTy9VlY68oQPdrfRmBuPMvOwvSMa-o2RAK49qnNi0Tppvq60HkoJ4/s200/4099175157.jpg" border="0" /></a>Fox Mulder was the 'it' guy back then. I mean, how can you not love him?! He's funny, he's cute, he likes UFOs (err... some might find that appealing...)... </div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div><div><div> </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikQgN3kW1uRrr6WjFbnUF-_lKWo8ZybIKtHmzUwvoq3lFDhXCXjHrvCwrXrFl3hS4A4UtGlxFkZqGbG0b6h5_ORoc7IC1FlK6hrpOoyPm-VLje-hIuYTQkhNFQ0XjIDVFxiL7xYUsF1XQ/s1600-h/2301131669.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126942384440971842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikQgN3kW1uRrr6WjFbnUF-_lKWo8ZybIKtHmzUwvoq3lFDhXCXjHrvCwrXrFl3hS4A4UtGlxFkZqGbG0b6h5_ORoc7IC1FlK6hrpOoyPm-VLje-hIuYTQkhNFQ0XjIDVFxiL7xYUsF1XQ/s200/2301131669.jpg" border="0" /></a>I dunno why they never continue Asia Bagus. Najip Ali is the koolest VJ ever! He's the pioneer of all VJs! An excellent show and the contestants were good (unlike some of the contestants in AF or watever singing contest they have now). </div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgledUztFbeg7OVfJ78kywRxi-hMhQ1oij1f53dtWG-oJN6AM92oUHmCYN-EpJEA890EgY0rrH0EcCT9iKFkudtV910dtNG3kmISVd2hGf6u4-xaPTefh96SNf3bPrpDytykfM6DtO7A_s/s1600-h/2685045344.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126946095292715634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgledUztFbeg7OVfJ78kywRxi-hMhQ1oij1f53dtWG-oJN6AM92oUHmCYN-EpJEA890EgY0rrH0EcCT9iKFkudtV910dtNG3kmISVd2hGf6u4-xaPTefh96SNf3bPrpDytykfM6DtO7A_s/s200/2685045344.jpg" border="0" /></a>Kiss from a rose was the theme song of 1995 (94?). Back when Val Kilmer was still hot and not fat, and Nicole Kidman was the sexy psychologist. I remembered looking at Seal's picture for the first time and trying to scratch off the 'kudis' from his face. Heh...</div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaWcj1IiqtlMVA8nO7qjUT158Br4_7IS4wWGq-beMjOQtTZ8aieb64DxmKm2Vu4nuVYpxuszzo7uzYozSkT0vXaWVkL7QNAf4khcBJB7JnJb5nGnnldZoowxS7vjNzVJGRGv1eL8cbPKs/s1600-h/4029637183.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126946095292715650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaWcj1IiqtlMVA8nO7qjUT158Br4_7IS4wWGq-beMjOQtTZ8aieb64DxmKm2Vu4nuVYpxuszzo7uzYozSkT0vXaWVkL7QNAf4khcBJB7JnJb5nGnnldZoowxS7vjNzVJGRGv1eL8cbPKs/s200/4029637183.jpg" border="0" /></a>Moero Attack! At this point, EVERYONE wanted to be a volleyball player that can pukul bola like piring terbang and do sommersault berpusing when spiking the ball. Believe me when I say, don't even think about trying it, it ain't gonna happen. Almost broke my arms when I fell after trying to 'berpusing' on air... D****SS!</div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br />BTW, a quick baby update. We went for the 5/6 months injection on Saturday. She's currently 7.1kg and 70cm long. Dunno wat's the head circumference is. She don't look big but as what Su Yin said, she will have endless legs, while the mommy only have toes... Heh...</div></div>NNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234832136976922332.post-88144114683673941182007-10-28T12:22:00.000+08:002007-10-28T12:29:32.121+08:00A part of me died today...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTUUrIhzUiGbTZl4AKNNJsBjqaHCaX48c3-nbcHcNyToVStCgwhQl8eXzqwNAPB36Qk1KfRLg_Bc_6B22YcIj7hNSio0SGu2HAuEPpNDRUiFeb16A5_669tlKujPDMTC1sZLsTVYvcpbU/s1600-h/02-03-06_0646.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTUUrIhzUiGbTZl4AKNNJsBjqaHCaX48c3-nbcHcNyToVStCgwhQl8eXzqwNAPB36Qk1KfRLg_Bc_6B22YcIj7hNSio0SGu2HAuEPpNDRUiFeb16A5_669tlKujPDMTC1sZLsTVYvcpbU/s400/02-03-06_0646.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126238701294162466" border="0" /></a><br />He died at approximately 11.30am today... I'm too attached to him... Had him for 5 years... He was dying in pain, right in front of my eyes and died beside me when I was holding him down.<br />I know some will understand, and some will laugh, but he's one of the love of my life...<br />Jojo, I will think of you all the time!NNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234832136976922332.post-52715190750889992652007-10-25T07:42:00.000+08:002007-10-25T07:48:18.626+08:00The one with the organizational chart<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafGcivuM0Z1P74MmO1i7e5DZihtWgrBAMF3G-sUHk6k5Wm99QmzU-y4KmLJblRirmN5VbVYWUu0gv9mbGkiaz_KMaoFe9CCiRYL0-_m3Mir_krLP_JbdC8BtAt6dZ0J4laaRSFYJXVv8/s1600-h/Org+chart.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125053152881512978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafGcivuM0Z1P74MmO1i7e5DZihtWgrBAMF3G-sUHk6k5Wm99QmzU-y4KmLJblRirmN5VbVYWUu0gv9mbGkiaz_KMaoFe9CCiRYL0-_m3Mir_krLP_JbdC8BtAt6dZ0J4laaRSFYJXVv8/s400/Org+chart.png" border="0" /></a> I took this from Cat's blog. This is excellent! Not only we finally decide on our roles in the club, Cat also just wasted her time doing something useless (which is the motto of our club).<br />Janice, if you are reading, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! This is our birthday gift for you...<br />Cat, THIS is why we are friends... Brilliant man!<br /><br />p/s: fire drill went fine. I got excited when I saw the superbike the Bomba got... Cun siut!!!NNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234832136976922332.post-18246637432421954042007-10-24T10:28:00.000+08:002007-10-24T10:34:34.426+08:00The one with her smiling picture<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3-fUqQNqeYoketNPwusWdPywZgSbMP9Iw-ayzhf_9huNZj600875aOx9VH9h2ZjyqkyJJakvxbDAW1s4-_SsC8LRtMnfqzAMTygPlF2SF4k8J0-gTZCNKZp2nDiFgvP5C8TowXeEbiCI/s1600-h/DSC00252.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124725148082276306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3-fUqQNqeYoketNPwusWdPywZgSbMP9Iw-ayzhf_9huNZj600875aOx9VH9h2ZjyqkyJJakvxbDAW1s4-_SsC8LRtMnfqzAMTygPlF2SF4k8J0-gTZCNKZp2nDiFgvP5C8TowXeEbiCI/s400/DSC00252.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>A rare one with she smiling and me not screwing up the picture... Nowadays, when she sleeps, she looks like my mother. When she gets angry and menjeling, she looks like me. When she smiles like this she looks like Abu. </div>NNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234832136976922332.post-32160919074834898142007-10-24T10:17:00.000+08:002007-10-24T10:28:09.714+08:00The one with the fire drill<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi88p6OWOG1-QYpsT5BB42Nr_aPuS7BRllUAVgdBIOYh_SVcbAH0AIdT6lqdhRP-3S2IBJX7rwuu71S8go9Qvx0Ym5YULcBpAFgGYwCBfz890C1ICixSjoiLTkVZpSBF261owWtUqwNjhg/s1600-h/DSC00262.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124722498087454658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi88p6OWOG1-QYpsT5BB42Nr_aPuS7BRllUAVgdBIOYh_SVcbAH0AIdT6lqdhRP-3S2IBJX7rwuu71S8go9Qvx0Ym5YULcBpAFgGYwCBfz890C1ICixSjoiLTkVZpSBF261owWtUqwNjhg/s400/DSC00262.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I dunno what went wrong <span style="font-size:78%;">*coughBENJAMINcough* </span><span style="font-size:100%;">, but I'm a warden for my floor @ the ofis. Checkout the 'Bob-the-builder' hat. Today we'll be having a fire drill for the whole building with Bomba. Kewl huh?! I've never participated in a fire drill (school not included) before. every single time, I'll be exempted because some of us have to stay back and answer the calls! So this will be my first time ever, going down 18 floor of steps... Not that I'm unreliable but I was thinking, if in case of real fire, will I be calm and do as what I'm supposed to or will the survival instinct kicks in and I run for my own life and leave my floor behind?! Hmmm... For the time being, the only part that I'm liking about this whole fire drill is that I get to wear the hat! </span></div><div> </div><div>p/s: The hat reminds me of Village People 'YMCA' video clip as well.... Heh...</div>NNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234832136976922332.post-39800406441265455712007-10-22T09:00:00.000+08:002007-10-22T09:30:14.610+08:00The one with the right question...Which is better:<br /><br /><ul><li>Are you married?</li></ul><p>OR</p><ul><li>Do you have kids?</li></ul><p> </p><p>Hypothetical situation:</p><p>You are in a conversation with someone you just meet. And you want to know whether she is married. How would you ask the question without getting her to think 'Do I look like I'm married?' or 'Do I look like I'm old enough to have kids?'. Men might not care but ladies (not all... SOME only) will feel taken aback by the question. </p><p>This actually happened to me. So the conversation went like this:</p><p>Me: Do you have any of your own (I was @ the kids boutique Pepe)</p><p>Lady: Why? Do I look like I'm married (Duh! She was in a kids boutique!)</p><p>Me: You seem to have a very good taste with girl clothings (liar, liar, pants on fire!)</p><p>Me: Oh! Yes. I have 2 nieces. But no, I'm not married yet (aaaa! nieces!)</p><p>So embarassing! Fortunately, I'm also a good liar. :-p </p>NNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234832136976922332.post-79695517706507896192007-10-17T11:17:00.000+08:002007-10-17T12:57:58.493+08:00The one with the stolen memeStolen from <a href="http://ashscribbles.blogspot.com/">Esah</a>, as usual...<br /><br /><p><strong>Last person who wrote you a testimonial?</strong></p><p>In friendster, from Farah, saying that my kid is so cute. Look at the mommy, of course la the kid will come out cute!</p><p><strong>Last movie watched?</strong></p><p>Err... Can't remember... Most probably Transformers with Fikri and Abu back in KK.</p><p><strong>What do people notice first about you?</strong></p><p>The halo on my head, the bright light coming out from me... It's just so calming!</p><p><strong>Do you like peanut butter?</strong></p><p>Nope. Not everyday... Sometimes.. Rarely.. Err... Nope... Too sticky.</p><p><strong>Do you read comic books?</strong></p><p>Yes. Rose is Rose, Calvin & Hobbes, Archie... I have the complete set of Rose is Rose. Also Calvin & Hobbes. I love comic books!!!</p><p><strong>What's your favorite restaurant?</strong></p><p>This is a tie between Marche and the Pancake Haus @ The Curve. It's the only 2 places where we held our annual loser meeting. (btw, Cat & Marina, when's the next meeting?)</p><p><strong>Do you have enemies?</strong></p><p>Does George Bush have enemies? </p><p><strong>Do you hate anyone?</strong></p><p>How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways... I'm always angry and cursing at someone. If it's not the driver who cuts me off, it's the slow McD staff. So yes, I'm not Angelina Jolie!</p><p><strong>Do you like to go grocery shopping?</strong></p><p>My favourite! When you have your own place and a family to feed, that's the only shopping that you get to do on a frequent basis. I love going to Mydin @ USJ. It's HUGE and they have LOADS of stuff. It's like Disneyland for me!</p><p><strong>First thing to do when you when you wake up tomorrow morning?</strong></p><p>Which time? I wake up at 3am to feed my kid. If that's not considered morning, then, it'll be sembahyang Subuh la kot... </p><p><strong>Where were you born?</strong></p><p>In a far, far galaxy... Heh... Hospital Queen Elizabeth Kota Kinabalu.</p><p><strong>What was the last thing you downloaded?</strong></p><p>Baa Baa Black Sheep from Ares for Kady.</p><p><strong>Are you rich?</strong></p><p>I'm a millionaire in Indonesia, but everywhere else in the world, not so much. I collect 1 cents from everywhere (jalan raya, atas lantai... etc...). Does that make me rich? </p><p><strong>Are you a registered voter?</strong></p><p>Kindly refer to my post on April 20th, entitled 'WHY I DON'T VOTE'... And now, often we heard in the news the government is complaining because there's a lot of people who don't register. My answer is ---> MY PREROGATIVE!!!!</p><p><strong>Do you like roller coasters?</strong></p><p>Yeap. I get excited at first. Then when I'm sitting in the thing, I will feel like vomiting. In the middle of the ride, I'll be praying that I don't vomit or pee in the seat. And at the end, after the blood came back down from my head, I will want to go for the ride again.</p><p><strong>Are you shy?</strong></p><p>Very hard to say. I actually AM. But I try my best not to be. Abu will have something different to say about it. Maybe Cat and Boo will agree with him as well. And Shanky too... And most probably Zizie and Widie as well.... Heheheh.... </p><p><strong>Do you think you're popular?</strong></p><p>I've been working in the same company for 5 years. Never attended ANY company event. On my birthday, the same person who celebrates his birthday with me will get a card from the company, but not me. So yes, I am popular (popular with my own group... The URGULS).</p><p><strong>Best thing in the world?</strong></p><p>... are free... :-p</p><p><strong>What's your favorite song right now?</strong></p><p>Be my baby from Dirty Dancing OST. But the most sang song now is 'kookaburrah'. That seems to put Kady to sleep. </p><p><strong>How many pairs of shoes do you own?</strong></p><p>A pair of crocs, a pair of Ipanema sandal, a pair of ballet shoe from Aldo, a pair of sneakers from Mickey shop, a pair of runners from Adidas, another pair of sneakers from Converse, and a nike goat-toe-shoe... And also a pair of nike slippers.... Oh! And a pair of black heels from Hush Puppies. </p><p><strong>Last lyric stuck in my head?</strong></p><p>'wo song ni li kai, qian li zhi wai, ni wu sheng hai bai....'</p><p><strong>Any pets?</strong></p><p>Jojo the cat, Mancis the cat, and Pinky the ikan laga. I'm looking for one more cat, and I'm gonna name the cat Pepe Le Pew.</p><p><strong>Worst local TV show at the moment?</strong></p><p>I don't watch local shows. </p>NNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234832136976922332.post-30837889185218443942007-10-16T08:41:00.000+08:002007-10-16T09:10:47.674+08:00The one with the Aidilfitri<div align="left">As usual, here's my photo journal of our Raya trip...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ds-PTEV8PWDLTUUPnUgbTA7KLn97_9rxyw4UTAoRlwYVs285hEd6WlQJpEchMDCB5AOvzO-7609G9WQGftDfrMcNblL3YGwBGsdaj0h4YD7K7xTWkNd2zo1G6uggX1fD-nvdwrxd0xs/s1600-h/DSC00201.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121734669728253874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ds-PTEV8PWDLTUUPnUgbTA7KLn97_9rxyw4UTAoRlwYVs285hEd6WlQJpEchMDCB5AOvzO-7609G9WQGftDfrMcNblL3YGwBGsdaj0h4YD7K7xTWkNd2zo1G6uggX1fD-nvdwrxd0xs/s200/DSC00201.JPG" border="0" /></a> Driving balik kampung...</div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdQ1dolNwrROysbO-9PEpVNizaANDHO3y3bPINjAATcQoQD1v8rDhWBhHvvAtPWSMPrAXSc2p0QiYFd0lw4tdRmts-i8TUn0uvyoRrLHsCYSKv6i2zF7vjzphGI6mGXh2b2cJMpRTXyh0/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121734124267407266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdQ1dolNwrROysbO-9PEpVNizaANDHO3y3bPINjAATcQoQD1v8rDhWBhHvvAtPWSMPrAXSc2p0QiYFd0lw4tdRmts-i8TUn0uvyoRrLHsCYSKv6i2zF7vjzphGI6mGXh2b2cJMpRTXyh0/s200/DSC00208.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our fifth raya together...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpPZspffTKckpenY_Njhvr1O-1n9RmZR1WRDGOGhyF7tuX85L-IP5bmhIGpIOF49u-1cvLO0ZSC_JOFQIPPWt15nceRX6DOBiPMGc-4_ig7x4IrsiNRomrAYR3ECGnLwiHFNc7NiuskO8/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121733883749238674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpPZspffTKckpenY_Njhvr1O-1n9RmZR1WRDGOGhyF7tuX85L-IP5bmhIGpIOF49u-1cvLO0ZSC_JOFQIPPWt15nceRX6DOBiPMGc-4_ig7x4IrsiNRomrAYR3ECGnLwiHFNc7NiuskO8/s200/DSC00211.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">Her first raya... </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinzaJINvWun1799KEm51pjOzwbFICPYQ2fIJg5En0XcUDxfr-8xF0ItLhq1fzAdrm7CJKnSgWKXgs7bmZSRnt7hmIZSF9QxN3xRAVcSbJ24f31GcZY_OBn4J6d3cjl-TAEXUkgK5mQdA0/s1600-h/DSC00066.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121733248094078850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinzaJINvWun1799KEm51pjOzwbFICPYQ2fIJg5En0XcUDxfr-8xF0ItLhq1fzAdrm7CJKnSgWKXgs7bmZSRnt7hmIZSF9QxN3xRAVcSbJ24f31GcZY_OBn4J6d3cjl-TAEXUkgK5mQdA0/s200/DSC00066.jpg" border="0" /></a>Checkout the gelang y'all! My mom got it for her. She only wore it for like 30 mins before she realized there's something on her hand and pulled the thing off.</div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDuZE2A7XtLhRMUGUdjXmBIJDaX-t56N3k0Fcbmx__XkJFy6dkS3PWtrJfnq6bjwfvBo7CXEJp2N_dqOSsMCSbFYNsQ1zyd5g209F-fQP3zZksriQaAj_mTGeIpONFCTJHEqzfbVFfmg/s1600-h/DSC00068.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121732998985975666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDuZE2A7XtLhRMUGUdjXmBIJDaX-t56N3k0Fcbmx__XkJFy6dkS3PWtrJfnq6bjwfvBo7CXEJp2N_dqOSsMCSbFYNsQ1zyd5g209F-fQP3zZksriQaAj_mTGeIpONFCTJHEqzfbVFfmg/s200/DSC00068.jpg" border="0" /></a> Koleksi duit raya Khadeeja.</div><br /><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIIHAFBZU41SnukjmI6eUp8Ey0uBgoZcd-Kw50LoUeNmYxs9GZESeRfs99TBwVUkk2CPhCiK-ucQ_OZVK33KC6fbL9C48jfkdlfHpOPwaD3p_MY1bVdMVQRfdn-7vzb6RKngqlOMlrByk/s1600-h/DSC00073.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121731972488791906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIIHAFBZU41SnukjmI6eUp8Ey0uBgoZcd-Kw50LoUeNmYxs9GZESeRfs99TBwVUkk2CPhCiK-ucQ_OZVK33KC6fbL9C48jfkdlfHpOPwaD3p_MY1bVdMVQRfdn-7vzb6RKngqlOMlrByk/s200/DSC00073.jpg" border="0" /></a> On the way to Keratong to visit my in-laws families... Look! We have the same baju kurung! I once vow NEVER to have the same baju as my kids BUT it's just too cute to resist. Kecik2 macam ni cute la ek? Besar sikit I doubt she'd want to wear same baju as me. It's proven that I have very weird sense of style (I wear my red crocs with 6 jitbitz to ofis...)</div><br /><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEincfonNO6_bQVXrEGM3Bp73hZnh8eDZzKt0axbpZgWw48wLcPQWEouakzGeoaBix3_ffNieuwn0esnTP4luEFZILgWRtKTDwsmBHniKX9qSiBpmkpf3Gdh4kZ4J7ZsNibq5K0BAI_-ZkE/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121730799962720082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEincfonNO6_bQVXrEGM3Bp73hZnh8eDZzKt0axbpZgWw48wLcPQWEouakzGeoaBix3_ffNieuwn0esnTP4luEFZILgWRtKTDwsmBHniKX9qSiBpmkpf3Gdh4kZ4J7ZsNibq5K0BAI_-ZkE/s200/DSC00232.JPG" border="0" /></a> Milk maid...</div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn2UxXgPWaAq2j3rDdxDHfxTXMwg3__Yl9CbFeMlycrAwN0ULndlk6gaTxetr53mKmvS7AVUjoPCVKApHigXqqvpgicoE1m9AUHS7fi6gxlG2-ShnpiuaVhajl-nqFkXeGOClXo4iOvQw/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121730263091808066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn2UxXgPWaAq2j3rDdxDHfxTXMwg3__Yl9CbFeMlycrAwN0ULndlk6gaTxetr53mKmvS7AVUjoPCVKApHigXqqvpgicoE1m9AUHS7fi6gxlG2-ShnpiuaVhajl-nqFkXeGOClXo4iOvQw/s200/DSC00236.JPG" border="0" /></a> We went to visit Pakcik Hassan in Pekan. Pakcik Hassan is my aunties (Kak Norma and Kak Pidah's guardian when they were studying in MRSM). Very old dude... Look at the ulat next to him. Cannot stay still la the little girl.</div><br /><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT3NyHXOPg14Q0EzsbmoFpbM-fg7YQ-IS6JXKOA3xBOkVJ-5Q3qfczK2ZTxutYYJ75tw12mGs-IZa4devR3fNQ5EU1m10ipWB-BX6ri0MYBjKnWYHKtURxeZrW9VKEVamxTkIoEf_ILJQ/s1600-h/DSC00239.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121729743400765234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT3NyHXOPg14Q0EzsbmoFpbM-fg7YQ-IS6JXKOA3xBOkVJ-5Q3qfczK2ZTxutYYJ75tw12mGs-IZa4devR3fNQ5EU1m10ipWB-BX6ri0MYBjKnWYHKtURxeZrW9VKEVamxTkIoEf_ILJQ/s200/DSC00239.JPG" border="0" /></a> Before going back, we stopped by Kak Nor's new place (Abu's eldest sister). Cun gilak! And the most amazing part about it is; the husband build the house himself! Congrats to Kak Nor and family. The house is superb...<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_5c4_j4uSH2UIdcN05J4uExr_Y_WRuZWArWZND9ts19kUd5cB62lgd2hHPJn1KJ0DNZU5gj-y8d6_u9ovv0c3FTqoCeDX0tttv7yx4bri9kSQaHMWUYgX5nYNv2r7llC-AyeT6aBCPY/s1600-h/DSC00243.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121729146400311074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_5c4_j4uSH2UIdcN05J4uExr_Y_WRuZWArWZND9ts19kUd5cB62lgd2hHPJn1KJ0DNZU5gj-y8d6_u9ovv0c3FTqoCeDX0tttv7yx4bri9kSQaHMWUYgX5nYNv2r7llC-AyeT6aBCPY/s200/DSC00243.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><p align="center">After 3 days of 'partying', she slept the whole way back from Kuantan to KL. Lucky bapak... On the way from KL to Kuantan, she slept a bit and jumped up and down the whole way... So we decided to let me drive back from Kuantan (yeap... Abu trusts me with his and the daughter's life! Cat, stop rolling your eyes...)</p><p align="center">To all, <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">SELAMAT HARI RAYA</span></strong> (again..)...<br /></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>NNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234832136976922332.post-79386886624063572032007-10-11T08:55:00.000+08:002007-10-11T11:02:11.326+08:00The one with all the dialogues<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguuvAhfnVTJLzFgr05tEqb5gdSJTOKemwXgjRYW1z8GUx0OmRo9_QmHn7MHMkly8wCkAzJORyeLqM2AZB_UzUjQ5WOOD9Rg-EG1PuGW8ra3cHztE4SN76sr8v7gElLV7zts23rd1b7DHM/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119876898560547506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguuvAhfnVTJLzFgr05tEqb5gdSJTOKemwXgjRYW1z8GUx0OmRo9_QmHn7MHMkly8wCkAzJORyeLqM2AZB_UzUjQ5WOOD9Rg-EG1PuGW8ra3cHztE4SN76sr8v7gElLV7zts23rd1b7DHM/s320/DSC00192.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I'm an avid TV sitcom viewer since the days of Silver Spoon. A lot of good comedies back then. Perfect Stranger, Murphy Brown, Full House, Family Ties, Ferris Bueller... etc... Then we have the recent ones like Friends, Everybody Loves Raymond, Still Standing... Some have incredible dialogues that most of us could connect with. And some you just can't get them out of your head. </div><div> </div><div>Here's a few of my favourite lines;</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">From 2 guys and a girl:-</span></strong></div><div><span style="color:#993399;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#993399;">Pete: Berg, I'm just not cut out to be a good person.</span></div><div><span style="color:#993399;">Berg: I know. That's why the Lord gave us good looks. </span></div><div><span style="color:#993399;">------------------------------------------------------</span></div><div><span style="color:#993399;">Ashley: What am I doing here? </span></div><div><span style="color:#993399;">Sharon: According to the Bible, to balance out "good." </span></div><div><span style="color:#993399;">------------------------------------------------------</span></div><div><span style="color:#993399;">Pete: Ashley, if you're here, who's running hell? </span></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#009900;">From Gilmore Girls:-</span></strong></div><div><span style="color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#009900;">Luke: Rory's not here yet.</span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;">Lorelai: Then you'll have to entertain me until she arrives. Okay Burger boy, dance. </span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;">Luke: Will you marry me?</span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;">Lorelai: What?</span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;">Luke: just looking for something to shut you up.</span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;">------------------------------------------------------</span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;">Lorelai: It's from my mother.</span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;">Rory: What is it?</span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;">Lorelai: It's heavy. Must be her hopes and dreams for me.</span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;">------------------------------------------------------</span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;">Rory: If the house was burning down, what would you save first, the cake or me?</span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;">Lorelai: Not fair! The cake doesn't have legs!</span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;">------------------------------------------------------</span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;">Richard: Focus, please.</span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;">Lorelai: I am a camera.</span></div><div> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">From Still Standing:-</span></strong></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Judy: Is it just me, or is Bonnie getting a little bossy? </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Bill: No, you're bossy too. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">------------------------------------------------------</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Judy: Bill, why are you hosing down the backyard? </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Bill: Simple. When our lesbian neighbors see how muddy and disgusting our backyard is, they'll give us that zoning permit to build a deck and a video of them playing shower games with each other. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">------------------------------------------------------</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Lauren: Dad, I need some help with my homework. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Bill: Yeah, I know, I've seen your grades.</span> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">From That 70's Show:-</span></strong></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Fez: What's disco? </span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Hyde: It's from Hell. And, not the cool part of hell where all the murderers are either, but the lame-ass part where accountants are from. </span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">------------------------------------------------------</span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Frank: I did not lose a leg in Vietnam so I could serve hotdogs to teenagers. </span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Kelso: You got both your legs, Frank. </span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Frank: Like I said, I did not lose a leg in Vietnam! </span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">-------------------------------------------------------</span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Eric: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something. </span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Red Forman: Son, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you? is because you're a dumbass. </span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">-------------------------------------------------------</span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Kelso: I'm sorry. Look, I've been screwed by Darwinism... never needed to evolve listening skills 'cause my looks are so highly developed. </span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Donna: Um, that's not how evolution works. </span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Kelso: Yeah, sure it is. Look, say I had to catch my own food, right? But I only ate really fast animals? My feet would eventually evolve into rockets. </span></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">From Friends:-</span></strong></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Joey: So, you're playing a little Playstation, huh? That's whack. Playstation is whack. 'Sup with the whack Playstation, 'sup? Huh? Come on, am I nineteen or what? </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Chandler: Yes, on a scale from one to ten, ten being the dumbest a person can look, you are definitely nineteen. </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">---------------------------------------------------------</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Chandler: Oh, yeah, I'm a gym member. I try to go four times a week, but I've missed the last... twelve hundred times. </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">---------------------------------------------------------</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ross: You know, we should probably ask the doctor if she even knows how to deliver a baby that's half human, half *pure evil*! </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">---------------------------------------------------------</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Rachel: Can you take care of Emma just for today? </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ross: Sure, just lend me your breasts and we'll be on our way. </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">---------------------------------------------------------</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Rachel: Cool. "Urkel" in Spanish is "Urkel." </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">---------------------------------------------------------</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Rachel: See? Unisex. </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Joey: Maybe *you* need sex. I just had it a few days ago. </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Rachel: No, Joey, U-N-I-sex. </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Joey: I wouldn't say no to that. </span></div><div> </div><div> </div>NNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234832136976922332.post-42613211020347920292007-10-10T08:58:00.000+08:002007-10-10T09:53:43.573+08:00The one with what other people are saying in their blogs...<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAtA4da43HDWiV6XtdfibDpQVKT97K0NGoDOUxTQlZQVQJE3AfG2xEwbS6orZi6zwPKW4pqUUHV2iKSf6jRdufHjLF0FqbQ09Fg3FWbiZO-Blz8IiliQHVHLohXJnYN6GSEXaBFHm9wfE/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119506668084664978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAtA4da43HDWiV6XtdfibDpQVKT97K0NGoDOUxTQlZQVQJE3AfG2xEwbS6orZi6zwPKW4pqUUHV2iKSf6jRdufHjLF0FqbQ09Fg3FWbiZO-Blz8IiliQHVHLohXJnYN6GSEXaBFHm9wfE/s320/DSC00189.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><p>Since I have nothing interesting to talk about, let's discuss what other's are saying in their blogs. But first and foremost, I'm 100% confident that Kady can drive. This morning, she was 'driving' and in the middle of it, she grabbed the gear and looked at me. I'm pretty sure she wanted to move the stick but the father told her, "belum boleh driving lagi... you belum ada lesen...". </p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p><a href="http://kidcatcorn.blogspot.com/">Cat</a> says: Watched RE already (Resident Evil)</p><br /><p>Hmm... I'm not much of a fan. I kno Janice lurves the movie. Zombies getting blast to pieces is not my type of story. But Milla Jovovich rawks! She kicks zombies ass in RE. This movie is like a dream come true for boys (guns, Milla's endless legs, zombies...). Maybe I'll get the DVD... See how my mood progress. If I feel like blasting somebody's head off, I'll watch it then.</p><br /><p><a href="http://bitz.wordpress.com/">Widie</a> says: Hepi Besdei Zana!!</p><br /><p>She's 2 years old this year. So fast!!!! I remember visiting her when she was 2 days old (I think...). Sigh... We are SOOOO getting older... Anyway, to Zana, HAPPY SECOND BIRTHDAY!</p><br /><p><a href="http://ashscribbles.blogspot.com/">Esah</a> says: My Personality Info</p><br /><p>I kno Esah is one genius minded person. I took the test as well. Checkout my results below. If you are interested to kno yours, click <a href="http://www.mypersonality.info/">here</a>. </p><br /><p><a href="http://naziah.mypersonality.info/" target="_top"><img alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/2/23035.png" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p><a href="http://idyawati.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/">I-dee</a> says: Single is simple?</p><br /><p>Being single is not simple, but it's not as complicated as being married. I agree with her that all those eating alone - no one to talk to - other frens having babies stuff will somehow gets to your head but what's not to like? Pros of being single (IMO): you get to decide watever suits you best in any situation! In other words, 'ME, ME, and ME'. If I didn't fall in love with Abu (rolling my own eyes!), I would be living somewhere in Australia or USA, working abroad. I've always pictured myself NOT in Malaysia... I dunno why... Anywho, being single is not bad at all. Once in a month your parents might nag, or a nosy aunty/unlce might butt in and ask the 'WHEN' question. Ignore them... But word of advice, it never hurts to think about having a family... </p><br /><p><a href="http://2uisplurt.blogspot.com/">Nina</a> says: Shoe fetish</p><br /><p>I'm glad that I'm over the 'must-buy-shoe-every-week' period. When I was in UIA, I bought slippers every month! I'm not much of a shoe person. I am, however, obsessed with slippers. At one time, I had 3 pairs of Roxy slippers of the same pattern only in different colours. My sister on the other hand, is Imelda Marcos's long lost twin sister. Psycho girl has got her car full with shoe boxes... And now, Kady is also another mini version of her. But it's not her fault. It's mine... Can't resist buying cute small shoes for her cute small feet.</p><br /><p><a href="http://applecrux.blogspot.com/">Ida</a> says: Eid Mubarak1428 preparation</p><br /><p>I seriously haven't done anything for raya this year. Since we are going back to Kuantan, I won't be preparing anything for our house. Abu and I thought of having makan-makan at our place but then, we laugh it off. Not that I don't welcome anyone to my house. Whoever wants to come, can let me know. I like people coming over to visit. It's just that if we started planning on stuff, it will never happen. So, come one, come all to my small house! The worst that could happen is me serving you cat food for raya... Heheheheheheh....</p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDzHyKDmpbCNrP8RCnPsqjcpHyIa7npbIXT2YmrFmeAlKxv_7aVcC2D7pL1-rmSVC77h2bzL3KtGYGxId1UFsTgFt7DMz3SwEj-QAz2f0DfajlN7-NZxygHloYTbzXtRNuXPWq0EblLuo/s1600-h/DSC00186.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119519621706029730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDzHyKDmpbCNrP8RCnPsqjcpHyIa7npbIXT2YmrFmeAlKxv_7aVcC2D7pL1-rmSVC77h2bzL3KtGYGxId1UFsTgFt7DMz3SwEj-QAz2f0DfajlN7-NZxygHloYTbzXtRNuXPWq0EblLuo/s320/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" /></a>For those who celebrates, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">SELAMAT HARI RAYA</span> from my family. Maaf zahir batin... Halalkan makan minum... Again, if anyone wants to come for raya, by all means, you are welcome!</p></div>NNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234832136976922332.post-89964588538700012102007-10-09T20:36:00.000+08:002007-10-09T20:39:47.129+08:00R.I.P...<div align="center">I never knew <em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Anne Ho</span></em> that well but she was one of the nicest, most soft-spoken person in the ofis. Today, she passed away due to a long battle with cancer. My condolence to her family...</div>NNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234832136976922332.post-55692819362193003792007-10-08T10:33:00.001+08:002007-10-08T10:41:15.168+08:00Kady @ 5 months<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5879leqzeXFwqBvtNWPOUYLsuKviTnhLKAgsGa8zzSvKKCyI_kswFNmsHNhDE3Wb7VVOkQOet2yXxHK9i2EOWDzWysaz4pvzjAKRNvpd_5wvTFss30EZwFvLuumMImKYuzDT7eiN4WyQ/s1600-h/DSC00180.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118789245337475714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5879leqzeXFwqBvtNWPOUYLsuKviTnhLKAgsGa8zzSvKKCyI_kswFNmsHNhDE3Wb7VVOkQOet2yXxHK9i2EOWDzWysaz4pvzjAKRNvpd_5wvTFss30EZwFvLuumMImKYuzDT7eiN4WyQ/s400/DSC00180.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIc5mDp484oM2UqUFmNPn7IlVXlCJkG9yuIZliHW4T2PImByAp9VB1wWGE-z9lnyN2ziz2o_Gy2H4WlJF9Kg_C6maKJpluLdP7dGE4vl_gqLZOnk76vG5n7EJS7lSCgJpXt1cS1pG0ltg/s1600-h/DSC00161.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118789013409241714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIc5mDp484oM2UqUFmNPn7IlVXlCJkG9yuIZliHW4T2PImByAp9VB1wWGE-z9lnyN2ziz2o_Gy2H4WlJF9Kg_C6maKJpluLdP7dGE4vl_gqLZOnk76vG5n7EJS7lSCgJpXt1cS1pG0ltg/s400/DSC00161.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><ul><li>More drools</li><li>Could sit but will fall (must have adult supervision)</li><li>Likes mashed potato and carrot a lot!</li><li>Drink less milk</li><li>Tarik rambut/tudung/necklace/bracelet/jam/ekor kucing</li><li>Eat biskut...</li><li>As of this morning, she can drive already... heh...</li></ul><p>Time flies so fast... Too fast... Already 5 months...<br /><br /></p><p align="center"><br /><br /></p><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><p></p>NNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234832136976922332.post-64538723787698495602007-10-08T09:57:00.000+08:002007-10-08T10:33:02.110+08:00Balik KKI'm too lazy to write anything... Here's a picture journal of our brief trip back to KK. Flight was 2 1/2 hours. Miss Cranky-pants slept for 30 minutes and cried the other 2 hours! I lost her pacifier when the plane took off, hence, the wailing and bawling scene for 2 hours... The flight back from KK was much better. She slept thru the whole flight and only bangun when we were about the touchdown. Overall, the trip back was nice. I kno everyone back home misses her too much. We didn't have much problem as she was okay with everyone... Sigh... I miss home... We'll be back for a much longer period in December. Can't wait!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8LdXRKo7rLS29frV5T-zP72bHRhus48x1zaYmiAp2y2PZ_xT0N9IgrVFbJviNRz2W9V5fBxgmE-fuVOcwPaIAwx573XNb8HA7OUFgmDm8r6kB5IEmXdiLsKe_OboNoAq8bUVmz7rkKGs/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118785212363184706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8LdXRKo7rLS29frV5T-zP72bHRhus48x1zaYmiAp2y2PZ_xT0N9IgrVFbJviNRz2W9V5fBxgmE-fuVOcwPaIAwx573XNb8HA7OUFgmDm8r6kB5IEmXdiLsKe_OboNoAq8bUVmz7rkKGs/s320/DSC00159.JPG" border="0" /></a>Bapak & anak waiting for plane back to KK. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYA9z1B_7p3cU-HDEACN0jfvz5Ph9UZvG4BxgOZf_8WESTDwtS56je2rxj5rVEjvOQQNfurJc7O_inNwW8X1Uis-t7d8M0j6C8XPJcbX_wUBr_uxvIFsFkT4EOCyi8dztntcZb6KTF6_g/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118784842995997234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYA9z1B_7p3cU-HDEACN0jfvz5Ph9UZvG4BxgOZf_8WESTDwtS56je2rxj5rVEjvOQQNfurJc7O_inNwW8X1Uis-t7d8M0j6C8XPJcbX_wUBr_uxvIFsFkT4EOCyi8dztntcZb6KTF6_g/s320/DSC00162.JPG" border="0" /></a>Can you spot me? Catty the cat playing hide & seek in our garden @ home. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHnMrKpGMarOQTp6r66hL8bC3jE4Iom_ycr82CEgEIa09ulKZ_mkZ3ZuZsg5YSgQ2tChHyWxfTULxZL19nfy2-EF0x8_yXJLiHFGg3B2xPoW9d4oeJjufEPdmD_CNoHbRQ3qQBCTNApKc/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118784044132080162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHnMrKpGMarOQTp6r66hL8bC3jE4Iom_ycr82CEgEIa09ulKZ_mkZ3ZuZsg5YSgQ2tChHyWxfTULxZL19nfy2-EF0x8_yXJLiHFGg3B2xPoW9d4oeJjufEPdmD_CNoHbRQ3qQBCTNApKc/s320/DSC00165.JPG" border="0" /></a>Comel aaaa? The Elmo she's holding is Kady's. She wanted it but I told her I'll buy her new Elmo. End up I lupa nak beli and went back without getting one for her. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVbWwwj_u1qi7Dzt8qw2mHL2gUYdyheTPoXNa-9wyqoC_pHLwvltyj3WUnHWBwxE5_6PtbrttbvzV-LxKmUL1hxo545nF58hN3WG1uslHoUkx6GaNzRDcB7tHBVPkZhN0Ktp9r9E4DSEo/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118783176548686354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVbWwwj_u1qi7Dzt8qw2mHL2gUYdyheTPoXNa-9wyqoC_pHLwvltyj3WUnHWBwxE5_6PtbrttbvzV-LxKmUL1hxo545nF58hN3WG1uslHoUkx6GaNzRDcB7tHBVPkZhN0Ktp9r9E4DSEo/s320/DSC00172.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kady with Grandma @ Delifrance Wawasan Square. I lurve this shopping mall. One of the coolest I've encountered in KK.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118785826543508050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr-JMIg0CopqbmrCVYztprIgcZXcEdhHbFN9gIAd4hurqC6YPj6XC0TX9c2Hf_lLoBEyK3pMhs0xjibj1pVAY2xiIeINtAg8tX3eZQrj0ZTp8AzYzI6Y2zt7puaM-GyCs4OIcZqsO3Jpw/s320/DSC00177.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Her name is 'Pepsi-Cola'. She's a regular visitor @ Tamu Gaya Street. She wears a small hat with sunglass on her head...</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8wGJMweAWdMML4lJoJTU2QTWAGqfJzyjnNROFuhZQqpSRs3Iyfa7aWXjfrQ_1pgOztXqwMR2myuipbeGQrxZWWb5Qb8F5fFuQdriVdQLpP8XeakcInob2KSlR9MQeNFIVQSqesjgOJ_I/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118781784979282418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8wGJMweAWdMML4lJoJTU2QTWAGqfJzyjnNROFuhZQqpSRs3Iyfa7aWXjfrQ_1pgOztXqwMR2myuipbeGQrxZWWb5Qb8F5fFuQdriVdQLpP8XeakcInob2KSlR9MQeNFIVQSqesjgOJ_I/s320/DSC00175.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Since our flight back was delayed, we had time to go to Gaya Street and bought kek lapis (mahal nak mampus!)...<br /></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3kjJIr6Ct7n7b6E1R0gzL2dZH66HtOPruB8Sbik7a7tuMb-k3fZmQpos-v_x3lS_RVbvYUS-e_TPL2yq_fZRXWctKDkC5Fmok5KGlmOISoDjvSDjq06-qvaVMEquqgVVrLvYZNN4UHzc/s1600-h/DSC00178.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118780810021706210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3kjJIr6Ct7n7b6E1R0gzL2dZH66HtOPruB8Sbik7a7tuMb-k3fZmQpos-v_x3lS_RVbvYUS-e_TPL2yq_fZRXWctKDkC5Fmok5KGlmOISoDjvSDjq06-qvaVMEquqgVVrLvYZNN4UHzc/s400/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">AirAsia kept cancelling the flights but at least they advice us a day before so we won't get stranded @ the airport waiting... So the flight back was delayed for 2 hours due to 'kerosakan kapal terbang'.</div><br /></div></div>NNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234832136976922332.post-19666616249969093452007-10-04T08:30:00.000+08:002007-10-04T08:54:37.016+08:00Top 5 TV Crushes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivVMIiix-zxmPzTXS3NGngpdyTJyg-Z6vjZXXN1Xu6lijcXwDguk-uECG21OFl2zbF6ZQPlZi0r6iZVOxBQaPTDQyIGZBYnrp0dN2k3HQkEUn79J0ssa1wEHjS8h1ZmOZB3jvrxXONiC8/s1600-h/doogie-howser-4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117278589055407026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivVMIiix-zxmPzTXS3NGngpdyTJyg-Z6vjZXXN1Xu6lijcXwDguk-uECG21OFl2zbF6ZQPlZi0r6iZVOxBQaPTDQyIGZBYnrp0dN2k3HQkEUn79J0ssa1wEHjS8h1ZmOZB3jvrxXONiC8/s400/doogie-howser-4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaBUgHTBWKpaWZ4YCcU-LHShovJ599U9OIs1O4HQRCXcV46Raxn-K3wodi4ktXBtxIS5GJGUYbF2SED20DGgICokpNXYjCqTbJgJaIgVG4s4ZDfIHFNZYQNtAycCeKUdg38b0fvGia9Lw/s1600-h/3206470274.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>I'm pretty sure MOST of us suffered this during our NKOTB/KRU/4U2C years in school or college. Lemme list out mine:<br /><br /><ol><br /><br /><li>Joey Lawrence in Blossom - Remember Blossom? Joey Lawrence was really, really hot back then. I just saw his pictures a few days ago and I think he still looks good.</li><br /><br /><li>Fred Savage in The Wonder Years - He was cute as a button. I even wrote a fan mail to him and got a postcard back from him!!!!!!!!!! </li><br /><br /><li>Neil Patrick Harris in Doogie Howser - I dreamt of marrying him at the age of 15... I really wanted to be Mrs Doogie Howser MD at the age of 15. </li><br /><br /><li>Mark Paul Gosselaar in Saved by The Bell - I was really into Saved by The Bell. It's like me and Supernatural now. I still have his poster in one of my old school book. </li><br /><br /><li>Noah Wyle in ER - This was my biggest crush ever (dulu la...). I don't even follow ER that much but he was just too cute. SIGH....</li></ol><br /><br /><p>Damn! Now I have to go to the DVD place and check if they have Doogie Howser... </p></div></div>NNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234832136976922332.post-16393910039079982012007-10-03T08:55:00.001+08:002007-10-03T09:12:40.180+08:00Motherhood... The story goes on...You can't really put a price on this type of experiences... Up to this point, yes, it is tiring. And yes, it gets to your head sometimes (all the tiredness + lack of sleep) but anger and frustation seems to disappear when you see your child sleeping. That is SO not fair! Sigh... How la am I going to discipline my kid if everytime she sleeps I seem to forget all my anger and stuff... <br /><br />To the ones like me: Life is unfair. But was it ever fair to OUR 'foremothers' too? But again, it's all worth it! <br /><br />To the ones who are trying: Never stop praying. Never stop trying. Don't ever be angry at God for not giving. Acceptance is the key to everything. <br /><br />To the ones who are not bothered yet: Love your moms! They've been thru a LOT! (especially if you are Boo's mom (you must've been one cheeky girl), Shanky's mom (vainness is so hard to tolerate! hehehhe...), Cat's mom (no need to say... hell hath no word for her experience)...NNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234832136976922332.post-9975710509203516082007-10-03T08:52:00.000+08:002007-10-03T08:53:28.477+08:00Five Factor Personality<table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2><tr><td bgcolor="#BFE9FF" align=center><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'><b>Your Five Factor Personality Profile</b></font></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#DEF4FF"><center><img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100"></center><font color="#000000"><br />Extroversion:<br /><br />You have medium extroversion.<br />You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party.<br />Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences.<br />But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time."<br /><br />Conscientiousness:<br /><br />You have medium conscientiousness.<br />You're generally good at balancing work and play.<br />When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.<br />But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it.<br /><br />Agreeableness:<br /><br />You have low agreeableness.<br />Your self interest comes first, and others come later, if at all.<br />In general, you feel that people are not to be trusted.<br />And you're skeptical that anyone else really feels differently.<br /><br />Neuroticism:<br /><br />You have low neuroticism.<br />You are very emotionally stable and mentally together.<br />Only the greatest setbacks upset you, and you bounce back quickly.<br />Overall, you are typically calm and relaxed - making others feel secure.<br /><br />Openness to experience:<br /><br />Your openness to new experiences is medium.<br />You are generally broad minded when it come to new things.<br />But if something crosses a moral line, there's no way you'll approve of it.<br />You are suspicious of anything too wacky, though you do still consider creativity a virtue.</font></td></tr></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/">The Five Factor Personality Test</a></div>NNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234832136976922332.post-59536269590091032402007-09-30T11:27:00.000+08:002007-09-30T11:28:26.214+08:00My Russian Name Is...<table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2><tr><td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'><b>Your Russian Name Is...</b></font></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><center><img src="http://images.blogthings.com/russiannamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"></center><font color="#000000"><br /><center><strong>Lenusy Khristeen Morozov</strong></center></font></td></tr></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/russiannamegenerator/">What's Your Russian Name?</a></div>NNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286443504796199131noreply@blogger.com0