<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 08:28:19 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Story Of Me</title><description>... I'm living with my loved ones ...</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870.post-6235366282293539408</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 06:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-19T20:08:25.304+08:00</atom:updated><title>Feeling great!!!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/ScHqrMXfkLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/nv3DCHhrsDE/s1600-h/kakak.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314787063048933554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/ScHqrMXfkLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/nv3DCHhrsDE/s320/kakak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Myza won for the 3rd place in colouring competition&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;School holidays!! Ada beberapa hari je lagi sebelum sekolah nak mula cam biasa. Time ni la aku habiskan masa duk KL. Kakak terpaksa la ponteng tuisyen dia, takpelah seminggu je….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alhamdulillah, tahap mabuk aku pun dah mula habis. Kali ni memang lain macam daripada yang sebelum ni. Tahap mabuk sampai aku tak leh bangun memang sangatlah menyakitkan, sampai aku rasa serik lak sikit. Itu 4 minggu pertama dulu, makan tak boleh, minum tak boleh, tido pun tak boleh. Yang aku boleh buat hanyalah bau vicks ajer. Semua keje umah memang my maid uruskan and hubby pulak macam tau2 je setiap hari beli lauk sebab aku memang tak masak. Nak masuk dapur pun aku tak selera apatah lagi nak masak. Now, Im entering the second trimester which is 15 weeks nak masuk ke 16 weeks. Baru lah ada rasa lega sikit and what the most important thing is I can cook as usual! Time nil ah semua jenis makanan barulah ada selera nak makan, and dis time I can try my new recipe …. Memang rindu sangat nak masak asam pedas which is my hubby’s favorite too. And one day I made my special ikan parang masak asam pedas campur bendi which I missed so much.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my first check up last week at Hospital Columbia, Seremban 2. My hubby and the two kids excited terlebih sampai sanggup tunggu lama kat hospital. I appreciate that which at first I told hubby that I can go by myself, but he insisted to come with me. I met Dr. Intan, and she scans the baby. Dun know why, I feel so excited to see the tiny baby moving and kicking. It was the first experience of Myza and Ain to see the baby. They were so excited too and keep asking me to walk slowly…( macam lah takde experience…) as usual the doctor gave the copy of the baby scan and guess what, Myza yang sangat teruja terus keep the copy in her school bag and told me that she wanted to show it off to her atuk and uwan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;She is so happy, and I can see it when she come over to me everytime I watch TV and automatically say Hi to the baby. Sometimes she kissed my stomach and told me to take care of the baby…seems like she understand my situation and keep telling her adik that there will be new adik soon.!!! Im so glad that at least she could understand and hopefully she can help me after the baby born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dis time aku rasa sangat teruja and dun know why Im very excited too. I bought all kind of books of pregnancy to get more information. Memang banyak yang aku dah lupa since I’ve been waiting for 5 years. Setiap hari jugak aku akan pastikan aku amik buah as a dessert and a glass of anmum chocolate milk before I go to sleep. And I’ll try my best to complete reciting the whole Quran which I guess it can be the ‘food’ for the baby too.!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cant wait for the next meeting with Dr Intan to see the progress of my tiny ones !!! &lt;/span&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/37596870-6235366282293539408?l=arissahani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/2009/03/feeling-great.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/ScHqrMXfkLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/nv3DCHhrsDE/s72-c/kakak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870.post-8236666729676113009</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2009 02:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-19T20:09:31.767+08:00</atom:updated><title>New Version</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/SaoBtZBOnWI/AAAAAAAAAZE/1KGupFi7rYY/s1600-h/blog3.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308056990131330402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/SaoBtZBOnWI/AAAAAAAAAZE/1KGupFi7rYY/s320/blog3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Me and Ain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/SaoBDbi_YfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/vyMm9D9MBJM/s1600-h/blog+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308056269255303666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/SaoBDbi_YfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/vyMm9D9MBJM/s320/blog+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Myza and Ain dah ready depan pintu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/SaoAa21fPvI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ApWShaL5v-8/s1600-h/blog5.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308055572206010098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/SaoAa21fPvI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ApWShaL5v-8/s320/blog5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Me and Myza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Time flies so fast...everytime I started to blog, I'll keep on promising myself that I will keep on updating dis blog. But sometimes I failed to do so...for the reason that I had no time to keep dis blog alive. Busy is not only the reason, but that is the only reason I have. Lemme list down what comes across in my mind now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Im happy with my life now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;2. I've finished my course last Disember. Satu kelegaan yang teramat luar biasa!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;3. Ive been posted to somewhere near my place, easy to get reach to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;4.I enjoyed myself during long school holidays, went for vacation and spent time with the kids at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;5. I'm so glad that I can get rid of the office busy and sickening environment. It makes me headache with all the urgent meeting, proposal, bosses, appointment and dateline. Im free now !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;6. I love with what Im doing now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;7. I can cook, cook, cook and cook more often during weekend. Kitchen in still my best 'corner'. Tried more recipies and i enjoyed doing the cooking. My new menu yesterday was &lt;em&gt;Ayam Panggang with sweet sour sauce.&lt;/em&gt; Hubby Loves it so much and promise him to cook more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;8. Myza and Ain enjoyed their school world now. But sometimes Ain shows her lazy faces when she is not in the mood of going to school. The ayah with his so kind hearted will say " ok, adik demam yer, but tomorrow adik skolah tau, promise!". And it makes me pening lalat everytime I called the maid asking for them and found that Ain is busy with her Tom and Jerry show. Pengsan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;9. My maid has agreed to continue her service. It really makes me feel bettteeeerrrrr....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;10. Lastly, im happy with the good news. Myza and Ain will have new adik sooonnnnn!!!!! Mission accomplished!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308052094815412562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/San9Qci9oVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/xqoA7OuG2C0/s320/Blog+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Till we meet again!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/37596870-8236666729676113009?l=arissahani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-version.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/SaoBtZBOnWI/AAAAAAAAAZE/1KGupFi7rYY/s72-c/blog3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870.post-1037406485450808783</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 08:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-11T16:53:14.613+08:00</atom:updated><title>Im back to normal!!!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time I havent update dis blog...obviously I feel weird ..dun know how to start with and what to write on....but, there's so many things in my mind. Thank you to all my friend who keep on texting me, calling and asking why am I so quite all dis while...sorry ....., for some reason that I couldnt answer your calls and unable to reply your messages. It's not that I have forgotten you guys but it's just that I really need a space to cater all things that need me to be focussed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should say thank you to my hubby for giving my "live" again. As before I didnt borther about dis blog, I ignored my trouble tripple broadband problem ( now it's ok oredi)..and I never care bout all those things around me. What I know is ..assignements, assignments, assignments and assignments. Pepole would think that im too serious about my course..but that is just on people's thought. i'll tell bout my activities in my future entry....but now..i feel a lil bit okay..and plus, now i'm having my practicum that required me to go to school everyday..( i like it eventhough my pupils made me crazy sometimes...but still, I can go back at 1 ..that's the most important thing...huhuhu ) and of course .... I'm counting my school holidays soon..hahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I still have time to go for my vacations...although it was just a weekend stay, but it was enaugh for me. ( will update my pictures soon!!) .Thank you again to Mr Amran for his understanding about his problematic wife that always borther him at midnight asking him bout a tiny little problem that he should not borther to. But he was still okay, never give up listening to my 'words' every time I feel down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. I think that's enaugh about Mr Amran huhuh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my kids are just fine..both are happy staying here with their uwan and atuk. nothing much I can say, they treat my kids more than me...they got super duper first class "treatment" than me...and they became closer to them. This place is heaven to them!!they got everything, just name it!! ( sometimes i think it is not good , but nevermind, it's just for a temporary rite, )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all for now....I've so many pictures to be update soon...many more stories too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37596870-1037406485450808783?l=arissahani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-back-to-normal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870.post-1404264363782268509</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2008 04:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-27T12:25:29.833+08:00</atom:updated><title>My NEW world</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;I am in the library now, try to finish one of my assignment...I just got my new "baby"....my new Maxis wireless broadband...and now it is easier for me to browse the internet. My laptop seems to be my "bestfriend" now..I have to carry dis heavy thing averytime during the lectures coz there are a lots of task that required me to use this thing. A lot of presentation that needs me to use the power point slides. What to do..dis time around I need to find some space to settle all my work. At first, it's quite difficult for me to adapt with all this thing. It's been a while since I leaved my campus life, so it goes back to the square ones. I wish I could go and find some time for shopping during dis weekend...but...U WISH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Since I entered IPIK, my life totally different. No more free time, no more relaxing but totally my head was FULL with a lot of things to be done. It is a short course so, definitely I have to follow all the T &amp;amp; Co..( whatever) that stated here..the time table was extremely pack...class will start at 8.00 am and will be end at 4.30 p.m everyday, except for Friday. Friday will be heaven coz it's only a half day class ...but..u think I can go back that early?? U WISH la...there are a lot of activities waiting in the afternoon...have to join all the Gerko activities and badan beruniform....and have to join the camping and Bina Insan Guru soon..haiyya...dis is what the government servant usually do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;At first I felt a bit shocked..I consult with my hubby, dis and that, and he seems like marah me coz I never feel grateful of what I have now. There are thousand of people waiting for the empty place here and yet I was complaining all the time...yeah..he is right la...dis is actually what I want..so I should not be borther with all dis husle thingy and I was afraid that God will not blessing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder , why we never feel satisfied. Perhaps the quoates &lt;em&gt;manuisa tak pernah merasa puas&lt;/em&gt; is correct. It's not that I dun like to be here, but u know, when u got something ( that u maybe wish ) , u still want more and more.... strange la kan. It's including me la...hehehe...so I kept telling myself, maybe this is what God wants me to be. At least I dun need to use the komuter anymore..thank GOD!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37596870-1404264363782268509?l=arissahani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-new-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870.post-7772325064560206076</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 03:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-05T12:06:19.710+08:00</atom:updated><title>So Long</title><description>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Dear All&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I want to bid farewell to you all and inform you that today is my last day in M__d__e. As I move on, I would like to take a moment to remember and cherish our times together. It's been great interacting and knowing each one of you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I have enjoyed working for this company and I appreciate having had this wonderful opportunity to work with you all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;With many of you I have shared a unique &lt;i style=""&gt;chemistry&lt;/i&gt; which I hope will continue in the years to come even though I shall not be here with the company.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Last but certainly not least, I would like to thank all of you for your many kind words and never-ending support. It was a great journey which I called to be one of the greatest experiences working here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Thank you again and I do wish the company very success in all it future endeavors.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Words cannot express my gratitude for the words of gratitude you did not express.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Regards&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;aNies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My last email to all my colleagues. As I will be joining a govt sector soon, I really hope that I still have time to update my blog. maybe it is not too often, but I will try to slot in whenever  free. Looks like I have to register for Maxis Broadband so that I can bring my wireless with my own laptop wherever I go...hehehehe...good plan.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: It's hard to believe that I will be entering a new episode in my life. I pray day and night and at last God grant me with this terrific &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; of time. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37596870-7772325064560206076?l=arissahani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-long.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870.post-8322363951384647679</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Feb 2008 08:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T22:58:17.544+08:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Birthday Ayang!!</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been a long time I haven’t update my blog..lots of work, plus my office has move on to a new office building which is now in UOA, so I have no time to see this blog and plus the internet connection was so bad..( yela..baru pindah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state style="font-family: verdana;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;,,,wiring pun cam tak complete ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Actually , I have so many things to tell, and so many many things in my mind, its juz that I have a limited time to share with.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But today is my Husband’s birthday. Today is his 33rd birthday. Dis morning before I walked out from the car, I’ve wished him Happy Birthday with one kiss..he juz smiled and knowing that he actually not so bother bout the prezie, I feel a bit guilty for not buy anything yet. Looks like I have to ask him to decide what he wants and we will get it soon or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/R6bPWhIg2vI/AAAAAAAAAQs/dwBBlwUWbgQ/s1600-h/ayang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/R6bPWhIg2vI/AAAAAAAAAQs/dwBBlwUWbgQ/s200/ayang.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163042008585001714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Luckily he is not kind of person who is sensitive about his birthday. Not like me…I always become emo if I know that he’s forgetting my big day.. sungguh tak aci &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Well, that’s woman. We really adore someone who always listen and remember our big or special day. Tak gitu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So, there’s nothing I wanted from him. It’s only his love. Dat’s all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And one more thing, I’m happy coz at last my dreams come true. I’m glad that my Myza is finally happy with her school. She’s so happy with her friends and Im happy for her too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One more thing..I have only 1 day before I leave this office and tomorrow will be my last day. Yes, I’m leaving. It is not a crucial decision since I know dis is my choice. I’v made up my mind and God knows what I’m doing. Thanks to Allah, at last my pray and my dream to be in Govt sector has come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;p/s: Wanna have a celebration with my darling tonite..yehaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37596870-8322363951384647679?l=arissahani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-ayang.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/R6bPWhIg2vI/AAAAAAAAAQs/dwBBlwUWbgQ/s72-c/ayang.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870.post-2231325705755336536</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Dec 2007 03:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T22:58:17.669+08:00</atom:updated><title>My True Love</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/R2sxj7PN5LI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_GxwaEK54OY/s1600-h/ayah+ibu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/R2sxj7PN5LI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_GxwaEK54OY/s320/ayah+ibu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146261492467623090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Today is our day. Today is the 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; celebration of our anniversary. One kiss is enough to tell him how much I love him dis morning. I whispered to his ears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;we were meant to each other, let's be a great lover forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;..I want nothing, except his true love. 5 years is not a short period I guess. But I’m proud that we are able to face all the obstacles in our marriage. It is not easy cause I was married at my age of 24 and he was 27. Quite young I guess so. However we never regret that, in fact I feel grateful cause at the age of 25 I already have my first princess. That is the precious prezzie for our first anniversary 4 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I juz love dis man. He is my husband, my brother, my great friend, my business partner and sometimes he can be my father too. Nothing much I can say to describe my feeling towards him. When I sad, I seek for Allah but he’s the one to be my shoulder to cry. When the time I feel not good, ( cause my mood is always unpredictable), he’s the one who cushion me with his sweet talk., he dun know how to be a poetic lover actually, but he tried so hard to be my great romantic partner. I dun mind and I dun bother. I juz love the way he is, cause I already know from the first time we met that he is a very simple person. But when the times he had to consider being romantic, I can see he struggling very hard to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I still remember during my birthday last year. He tried to make a surprise. I know he is not that kind of person. But that short moment of surprise make me cry. As I asked him, why did u do all this? He juz said that he wanted to have something different on my birthday and at that time I was speechless cause before that I’ve scold him for not remembering my birthday. And he juz told me that he never forget my big day. How sweet. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I dun ask much. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I juz want to be at his side forever. I juz want him to be the father of my children forever. I juz want him to know that I love him. We appreciate the special 'touch' we have. We appreciate the companionship more. We feel the love deeply in our hearts. We now know that we pledge our marriage in God's name.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;What more can I say bout dis man? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;He is juz HIM. He is the one who I knew 5 years before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thank you Allah for giving HIM as my husband. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37596870-2231325705755336536?l=arissahani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-true-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/R2sxj7PN5LI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_GxwaEK54OY/s72-c/ayah+ibu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870.post-6285708082040206307</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 03:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T22:58:18.169+08:00</atom:updated><title>I know</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/R2iWsLPN5II/AAAAAAAAAPM/UgdMs0fIqAk/s1600-h/Water+lilies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/R2iWsLPN5II/AAAAAAAAAPM/UgdMs0fIqAk/s320/Water+lilies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145528259945817218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I know God loves me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I know God has a better plan for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I know ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37596870-6285708082040206307?l=arissahani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-know.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/R2iWsLPN5II/AAAAAAAAAPM/UgdMs0fIqAk/s72-c/Water+lilies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870.post-3346314463877393931</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2007 07:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T22:58:19.048+08:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/R15PAfDIIkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/D1Nspnxll2I/s1600-h/k+n+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/R15PAfDIIkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/D1Nspnxll2I/s320/k+n+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142634694256894530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/R15O6vDIIjI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OtmsVtIw86o/s1600-h/sony+ericsson+k750i+219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/R15O6vDIIjI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OtmsVtIw86o/s320/sony+ericsson+k750i+219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142634595472646706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/R15O2vDIIiI/AAAAAAAAAO0/GSxUEvJdpS8/s1600-h/sony+ericsson+k750i+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/R15O2vDIIiI/AAAAAAAAAO0/GSxUEvJdpS8/s320/sony+ericsson+k750i+215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142634526753169954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/R15OwvDIIhI/AAAAAAAAAOs/kgCjUS8iAXg/s1600-h/P8280331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/R15OwvDIIhI/AAAAAAAAAOs/kgCjUS8iAXg/s320/P8280331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142634423673954834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/R15OkvDIIfI/AAAAAAAAAOc/zOZLhzraWz0/s1600-h/P6200053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/R15OkvDIIfI/AAAAAAAAAOc/zOZLhzraWz0/s320/P6200053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142634217515524594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wajah-wajah penawar duka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is their special day..Amyza is 4 and Ain is 3. As a mother, of course I wanted to see my children grown up well and willing to do anything juz to make them happy. As I woke up this morning, I saw my kids were still sleeping. From their purity faces, it reflects everything to me. Dah besar anak aku dahhh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Given birth to both of them inspired me a truly experience in my life. I can still remember…looking back to the previous moments, I feel scared. 10 disember 2003 was actually my weekly pregnancy checkup at Pusat Rawatan Islam Jalan Ipoh. Actually my due date was on 25th Disember 2003, but unfortunately, when the doctor checked on my BP, he feels uncomfortable. My BP was higher than normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I can still remember that I almost fell down whenever I wanted to stand up. I assume that it was normal cases, but the doctor said it was a bit dangerous as the baby could be drowning. He suggested me to deliver earlier and without any compromise he forced me to be warded. I called up my mother to pack all my stuff and rush to the hospital. My mother was panic at first but I told her that it was just a small matter. At that time I was alone as hubby was still working in Seremban. So I managed everything including matters of ward registration on my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I was admitted for one night and the doctor told me that by the next day I have to deliver the baby by induce. 11 Disember 2003, very early in the morning I was ordered by the nurses to be in the labor room. At first, I was a bit scared, my mother and hubby were still not around, as they promised to come at 10 am. I asked the nurse to wait for them for a while, but the nurses refused as they said the doctor has given me a medicine, dun know what medicine is, but it is just to break that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;air ketuban&lt;/span&gt;. So I agreed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In the labor room, I was induced with 2 pines of water. After 4 hours, I can feel the contraction all over my stomach. Then they add another 1 pine. It was so pain. The contraction become frequent, as I can remember every 5 minutes, and that is a sign that the baby is about to enter the womb top. My hubby was in the room as well, and keeps on asking me to be patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The contraction became harder. And all the nurses and doctor were already in the room. It was 6.30 p.m. I can still remember, as this is my first time, so I dun know how to push. Huhuhuhuh. It was a bit suspend as the doctor has gave up. They asked me if I was unable to push, and they wanted to use vacuum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I refused. I tried so hard and after 1 hour, the baby came out. The first thing I saw on my baby was the lips. The lip was so red. Like mine..heehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And suddenly I cried when the baby was on my chest with blood all over the body. She was so small..Oh my God. What a great experience. And now the baby has turn to 4 years old. Heheheh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The first experience was a bit hard I can say. It was totally different for the second experience. The experience was like almost the same, but the “journey” was a bit different. It was a same date..11 disember 2004. At that time, we were celebrating Myza year one birthday party at my place in Seremban. But I can feel strange all over my body, as I can feel some contraction in my stomach. I told hubby, and he asked me to go to the clinic. But I juz told him since my due is another 2 weeks time, so I take it easy la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;At that particular day, eventho I can feel contraction starting from morning, but I managed to cook and prepare my main dish for that party celebration. We celebrated the party with my pale face. Strange &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;? And because of the spirit to celebrate my first year daughter’s birthday, I keep ignoring all the pain!! terer tu…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After the party over, I can’t stand it anymore. I told hubby, the frequency of the contraction is between 10 minutes each. I was not feeling good; this is not a normal contraction. Hubby rushed me to Pusat Rawatan Islam Senawang and at that time I can’t even walk because of the pain. I was sweating all over the body and all the way to the centre, I was terribly painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached there, the doctor told me that my womb has been opened for 5 cm. That means I can deliver in anytime!! I was admitted to the labor room immediately. Everyone was rushing, and the doctor told hubby to pack all my stuffs cause I will deliver in anytime. I was panicked as I saw everybody ( nurses ) rushing everywhere to ensure that everything is completely ready. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;O My God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The doctor scolded me for not coming earlier. The baby has a potential to be drown if I was a bit late. As I told her the contraction was not harder until an hour before so I just assume that it was a normal pain. I was admitted to the labor room and at the same time I asked hubby to back home and pack all my stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;A few minutes later, about 10 minutes time, I cannot stand anymore. The contraction was harder. I was sweating. I told the doctor..I wanted to push as I can feel the baby is coming out. Yups,. I was correct. With only 15 minutes struggling with the painful, the baby came out. Woohooo….it was so easy. I heard some stories that the second time would be much easier. And I was so relieved cause not until an hour I was in the labor room, the baby was delivered safely. By the time my hubby arrived, he was shocked to see me and the baby were safe. He was like…”eh dah ke? Cepatnye??” hahahaha. Plus, the doctor congratulates me for giving birth in such a short time: in just 20 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Alhamdulillah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Both different experiences teach me a lot. Even though it is almost 5 years ago, the moment is still fresh. Now I know, it is not easy to be a mother. We are struggling in death and live situation. All husbands should be at their wife’s side to see how pain the wife is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I love my children very much. They are my life and my spirit. I dun bother anything other than giving the best to them. I’m willing to do anything…just name it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For this year’s birthday, I dun ask much. It is enough to see them healthy and happy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37596870-3346314463877393931?l=arissahani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/R15PAfDIIkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/D1Nspnxll2I/s72-c/k+n+a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870.post-6921072166421769536</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2007 03:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-03T11:49:09.480+08:00</atom:updated><title>Isolated</title><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I dun feel like talking today. I came to the office and I heard the good and bad news. She will be away from me after dis. The good news is, I’m proud of her for getting a better job than current. And the bad news is, I would be lonely and nobody will accompany me for lunch. I feel so sad. I tried to be as usual. Knowing that she only has another 1 month to go before she join the new company, I feel so isolated. I keep telling myself, "dun be like this..dun be like this…it is not the end of the world" and Im tired of giving myself a “strength words” so that I can overcome my sorrow.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I dun feel like doing anything. I keep on looking at my table today: and the laptops with a so many proposals need to be amended and my email has cramp up with so many Urgent flags to be read. But I keep on ignoring those. There’s a lot of task waiting but I was demotivated again. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I keep on motivate myself to be patient. By looking at my kids photo on my table somehow inspired me though. I rang them and by hearing their voice I feel a bit calm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know this is not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;p/s: I need a break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37596870-6921072166421769536?l=arissahani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/2007/12/isolated.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870.post-8669246824404404573</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2007 08:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-30T16:24:28.642+08:00</atom:updated><title>What Kids Say About: Handling Stress</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="dnn_ctr1103_ContentPane" align="left"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Compared with what adults face, it might seem like  kids don't have that much to stress about. But kids have their own concerns -  and sometimes feel stress, just as adults do. And kids' stresses can be just as  overwhelming, particularly if they don't have effective coping  strategies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this article..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;What Parents Can  Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="dnn_ctr1103_ContentPane" align="left"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You may not be able to prevent your child from feeling  frustrated, sad, or angry, but you can provide the tools your child needs to  cope with these emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notice out loud.&lt;/strong&gt; Tell your child  when you notice something he or she might be feeling. ("It seems like you still  feel mad about what happened at the playground, huh?") This shouldn't sound like  an accusation (as in: "OK, what happened now? Are you still mad about that?") or  make a child feel put on the spot. It's just a casual observation that you're  interested in hearing more about your child's concern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen to your child.&lt;/strong&gt; Ask your  child to tell you what's wrong. Listen attentively and calmly - with interest,  patience, openness, and caring. Avoid any urge to judge, blame, lecture, or tell  your child what he or she should have done instead. The idea is to let your  child's concerns (and feelings) be heard. Encourage your child to tell the whole  story by asking questions like "And then what happened?" and to keep going with  "What else happened?" and "ummm-hmmm." Take your time. And let your child take  his or her time, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comment briefly on the feelings you think  your child was experiencing as you listen to the story.&lt;/strong&gt; For example,  you might say something like: "That must have been upsetting," or "No wonder you  felt mad when they wouldn't let you in the game," or "That must have felt unfair  to you." Doing this shows that you understand what your child felt, why he or  she felt that way, and that you care. Feeling understood and listened to helps  your child feel connected to you, and that is especially important in times of  stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Put a label on it.&lt;/strong&gt; Many kids do  not yet have words for their feelings. If your child seems angry or frustrated,  use those feeling words to help your child learn to identify the emotions by  name. That will help put feelings into words so they can be expressed and  communicated more easily, which helps your child develop emotional awareness -  the ability to recognize his or her own emotional states. A child who is able to  recognize and identify emotions is less likely to reach the behavioral boiling  point where strong emotions get demonstrated through behaviors rather than  communicated with words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Help your child think of things to  do.&lt;/strong&gt; Suggest activities your child can do to feel better now and to  solve the problem at hand. Encourage your child to think of a couple of ideas.  You can get the brainstorm started if necessary, but don't do all the work. Your  child's active participation will build confidence. Support your child's good  ideas and add to them as needed. Ask, "How do you think this will work?"  Sometimes talking and listening and feeling understood is all that's needed to  help a child's frustrations begin to melt away. Other times the thing to do is  to change the subject and move on to something more positive and relaxing. Don't  give the problem more attention than it deserves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just be there.&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes kids  don't feel like talking about what's bothering them. It's a good idea to respect  that, give your child space, and still make it clear that you'll be there when  he or she does feel like talking. Even when kids don't feel like talking, they  usually don't want parents to leave them alone. You can help your child feel  better just by being there - to keep him or her company and spend time  together.  So if you notice your child seems to be down in the dumps,  stressed, or having a bad day - but doesn't feel like talking - initiate  something you can do together. Take a walk, watch a movie, shoot some hoops, or  bake some cookies. Isn't it nice to know that your presence really  counts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be patient.&lt;/strong&gt; As a parent, it hurts  to see your child unhappy or worried. But try to resist the urge to fix every  problem. Instead, focus on helping your child, slowly but surely, grow into a  good problem-solver - a kid who knows how to roll with life's ups and downs, put  feelings into words, calm down when needed, and bounce back to try again.  Remember that you can't fix everything, and that you won't be there to solve  each problem as your child goes through life. But by learning healthy coping  strategies, your child can manage whatever stresses come in the  future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" id="dnn_ctr1103_ContentPane" align="left"&gt;Reviewed by: &lt;a id="link0" href="http://www.uhhospitals.org/tabid/372/newsid/30227/Default.aspx"&gt;D'Arcy Lyness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="dnn_ctr1103_ContentPane" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P/s: Looks like it is not easy to be a GREAT mother rite..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37596870-8669246824404404573?l=arissahani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-kids-say-about-handling-stress.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870.post-6623799587743917273</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Nov 2007 08:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-28T17:03:36.445+08:00</atom:updated><title>Alert all the time</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I was in the office.. I was juz finished talking over the phone with my daughter Myza and Ain. They insist to talk to me longer, however I cant. I told them i'm still working and will meet them when I came back home. Before dat I have just visited Nurin's blog and had read one of the entry which has been posted as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;REVISITING THE NURIN'S TRAGEDY: A DIAGNOSTIC ANALYSIS REPORT by Munira Mustaffa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; become the silent reader of Nurin’s blog. I really wanted to know who the evil is. I become emotional every time I think of that. Until now I am so eager and always keep myself updated regarding the case. Arwah Nurin has left us for 100 days..but until now the villain are still free…meaning that we are not safe.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Some people might say dat I was juz too emotional. Even my hubby told me the same. I admit that. Every day when I want to go to the office, I will keep on telling my maid to lock all the doors. I think she might get fed up of me for reminding her same words every day, but I dun care. I told her to keep ignoring every single person who gives salam or what ever. And I always told her that she is not allowed to open the gate and the door must always be lock all the time. And I paste up every emergency numbers beside the house phone as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Maybe..I became paranoid. I keep on thinking of my kids at home and I cant stop myself from calling home for more than 4 times a day. It’s juz a few seconds to hear their voice. Dat’s enough. And at the same time I always remind my hubby to keep on eyes of the house when he got a free time. His office is juz a few minutes from my house. So it is easier for him to monitor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I was juz thinking of my daughter Myza when she starts schooling next year. There is a kindergarten near my house currently and I wanted to send her there. At first I thot of sending her to Smart Reader in Senawang, but that place is quite far. And of course eventho the school is quite near, I still dun trust anybody to send or pick her up from school. Including my maid too. So maybe I decided to ask my hubby to send Myza every day and pick her up when she finished at 12.00 pm. I hardly convince my hubby to take the responsibility. I told him to be alert all the time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Am I too bad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Right now I have a single checklist before I enroll Myza to school next year. A few important things that need more attention especially regarding the transportation thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This is juz for a start and knowing that &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is not safe like previous years before, it is not impossible if one day I decided to quit my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37596870-6623799587743917273?l=arissahani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/2007/11/alert-all-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870.post-7462577942436128673</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2007 07:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-13T17:20:39.178+08:00</atom:updated><title>Relieved</title><description>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ahhhh…It’s good to be back…I was extremely tired last weekend. I know it is not easy to get what we really want. It was 3 days and 2 nights being in INTAN Wilayah Tengah for my assessment. It is also called PTD Assesment Centre ( PAC ) and dis is the platform where when we already passed the examination, we had to be evaluating during the assessment in mentally and physically aspects. It is not easy, I tell you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In overall, I might say dat my performance was Ok Ok la…in fact, the module was definitely different from the previous intake. That is no the main problem. But the challenge was when you are not ready with the topic given especially the public speaking session, then you may have a big problem. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Alhamdulillah I managed to finish the public speaking and pengucapan awam ( malay ) successfully. Some people who was given a hard topic like Economi had to cramp up  their mind with an unpredictable topic given. Some performed well but some were totally lost as they cant figure out the main point to be elaborate. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Everybody seems to look stressed during the assessment. Since INTAN Wilayah Tengah did not provide an accommodation, so I had to drive all the way from Ampang to PJ everyday by 7 a.m and back to home at 11 p.m. We did’nt given much time to seek for the information regarding the public speaking and pengucapan awam session too. So everybody was just like a zombie figure out what to talk about but some had an alternative by browsing the internet. Well, like I said, it was not easy..When I was there, I hardly imagine that I was in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Apprentice&lt;/span&gt; program. Yups, the concepts was much same as that program where they have the evaluator and we as the contestants had to show off our capability and strength. They dun talk much as they were only the OBSERVER. But to me, I dun expected to change my character, and it’s better to be myself in a natural ways.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Oh dear….my mind relieved as the Sunday came. That was the finale. It was a hard test. When I came back home after the whole session finished, my mind was so heavy. There was a chocked inside my throat. I felt like crying but there were no tears in my eyes. I feel strange a bit as I know I am the person who are easily cry when the time I really wanted to cry. I dun know how to explain but the burden over my head was totally disappeared. So many things came out after all…I was captured again by the moment starting from the first day at the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;PAC.&lt;/st1:place&gt; It was like a playback and all moment were still fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh God...I realized it is not easy to get what we really want. I've tried my very best...I carried away my whole famili's hope, especially mum and my two princess. I've learn a lot..and I thought of so many things...as I drove back home late Sunday, I find myself like a person in a battle who were fighting to be the winner...and the " trophy " is unnecessary be mine...maybe win or lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I tried so hard...and the rest I just leave it to Allah s.w.t. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37596870-7462577942436128673?l=arissahani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/2007/11/relieved.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870.post-8456800129161476423</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Nov 2007 09:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-06T17:33:44.136+08:00</atom:updated><title>November Rain</title><description>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I just love dis song...very much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November Rain&lt;br /&gt;by Guns 'N Roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;When I look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I can see a love restrained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;But darlin' when I hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Don't you know I feel the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;'Cause nothin' lasts forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And we both know hearts can change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And it's hard to hold a candle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;In the cold November rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;We've been through this such a long long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Just tryin' to kill the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;But lovers always come and lovers always go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Walking away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;If we could take the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;to lay it on the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I could rest my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Just knowin' that you were mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;All mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So if you want to love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;then darlin' don't refrain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Or I'll just end up walkin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;In the cold November rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Do you need some time...on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Do you need some time...all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Everybody needs some time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;on their own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Don't you know you need some time...all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I know it's hard to keep an open heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;When even friends seem out to harm you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;But if you could heal a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Wouldn't time be out to charm you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Sometimes I need some time...on my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Sometimes I need some time...all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Everybody needs some time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;on their own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Don't you know you need some time...all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And when your fears subside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And shadows still remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I know that you can love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;When there's no one left to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So never mind the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;We still can find a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;'Cause nothin' lasts forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Even cold November rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Don't ya think that you need somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Don't ya think that you need someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Everybody needs somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;You're not the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;You're not the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37596870-8456800129161476423?l=arissahani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/2007/11/november-rain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870.post-3138475686114223032</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2007 08:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-05T17:21:38.671+08:00</atom:updated><title>Another nightmare</title><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;TOO LATE FOR REGRET &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="author"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Rahman Daros&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--abstract--&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" id="abs"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;SOMETIMES, the choices you make will haunt you for the   rest of your lives. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;!--end abstract--&gt;&lt;!--end news picture--&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke 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Varshiny, nine, will no doubt, spend years wondering “What if ...” Last Thursday, Preeshena was found sprawled on the ground floor of Casa Mila Tower Condominium in Selayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pupil of Sekolah Kebangsaan St Mary had been brutally raped and sodomised before she was mercilessly fl ung off a balcony by her assailant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My only mistake was that I left her alone at home. Now, I regret what had happened,” said her father, who refused to be identified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife had just started working again after being a housewife for two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preeshena had been left alone at home since last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother, who also wanted to remain anonymous, wished that she had never taken the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I regret taking the new job. We always taught her to be careful, especially after Nurin’s (Jazlin Jazimin) case.”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;“I told her what rape was all about, the improper touching by strangers and all the precautions. I’m sure she struggled with her killer as she was a tough girl,” she said. The security guard who was on duty on the day of the incident, said he did not hear anyone screaming on his watch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;“I only heard a loud sound, like something exploded. I thought one of the machines at the laundry shop on the ground floor had exploded, because it was so loud,” he said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; The guard, who also refused to be named, said he was told that four men, a security guard and four foreigners, in their 20s and 30s, were picked up on Friday night to facilitate investigations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Gombak police chief Assistant Commissioner Mohd Abdullah said no arrests have been made. “We are still investigating,” he said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; It was reported that the victim’s apartment was locked and that there were no signs of forced entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Preeshena’s slippers were still in front of the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Police are also looking at the possibility that the victim had been taken to a vacant unit on the second floor where she was believed to have been attacked and murdered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; - The Malay Mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Oh dear..not again…I cant imagine the sorrow of the parents who had to face this kinda situations….as it looks like &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is not safe anymore?? Even when this kid was in her own house can get raped by the sick molester? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;What a “peaceful” &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; now…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I become emotional when I read this news today..no one can described the anger of the father when knowing that his kid has been raped in that horrible and sadistic situation. Me..like all mother out there can imagine how difficult to accept this. Enough..We dun want any similar "Nurin tragedy". &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Looks like I can’t trust anyone now…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P/s: Never leave your child alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37596870-3138475686114223032?l=arissahani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-nightmare.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870.post-5279542666740495871</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2007 04:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T22:58:19.303+08:00</atom:updated><title>Dizzy</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RygFiUUMILI/AAAAAAAAANU/H9DpfgDou8w/s1600-h/adik+pasir.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RygFiUUMILI/AAAAAAAAANU/H9DpfgDou8w/s200/adik+pasir.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127354262888390834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feel lazy to type, and feel dizzy to think..but too much to tell ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How??&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been buzy lately...work...work...and work...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been here and there alone...since hubby is always not around...busy with his new project *sigh&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37596870-5279542666740495871?l=arissahani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/2007/10/dizzy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RygFiUUMILI/AAAAAAAAANU/H9DpfgDou8w/s72-c/adik+pasir.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870.post-8524478743465593633</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Oct 2007 07:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T22:58:20.275+08:00</atom:updated><title>Raya!!!</title><description>&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;We had a good time celebrating raya in KB. For the first day of Raya, my mother in law prepared nasi dagang and ketupat palas  while on the second day of raya, we had a menu of nasi minyak ayam gorang berempah. A lot of visitors came during the first and second day of raya and most of them are my husband’s relatives. Letih nak menerangkannya, just look at the pictures below...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/Rxh2slITsfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/_I7z1rzp1ts/s1600-h/kakakadik.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/Rxh2slITsfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/_I7z1rzp1ts/s320/kakakadik.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122975084387217906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Adik and kakak di pagi raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;We spent for 7 days and 6 nights in Kota Bharu. Sakan la kat sana...and we supposed to go back to KL on Wednesday , but suddenly we changed plan and decided to spend 1 night in Terengganu. So on Wednesday morning, we leaved Kota Bharu and went to Sutera Beach Resort in Setiu Terengganu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/Rxh7lFITsjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/e74mHFA9G6I/s1600-h/view.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/Rxh7lFITsjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/e74mHFA9G6I/s320/view.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122980453096337970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Beautiful scenery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/Rxh7MVITsiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/vbNc7_7fQAY/s1600-h/scenery.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/Rxh7MVITsiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/vbNc7_7fQAY/s320/scenery.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122980027894575650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;The pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Well, since it was a sudden plan, we didn't expected to bring our ordinary beach goodies for the children. So, terpaksala anak anak aku pakai je apa yang ada....we tried to search around tapi kebanyakan kedai tutup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/Rxh6SVITsgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/K8YLGh41q0E/s1600-h/kakak+draw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/Rxh6SVITsgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/K8YLGh41q0E/s320/kakak+draw.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122979031462162946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;kakak tengah lukis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/Rxh6tlITshI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jKWknetVfW4/s1600-h/kolam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/Rxh6tlITshI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jKWknetVfW4/s320/kolam.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122979499613598226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;swimming lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;We plan to come here again next time. It is a beautiful place and the scenery was so nice! Thank you ayang for bringing us here!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/Rxh-BlITskI/AAAAAAAAAM8/IAOZfHQD5x8/s1600-h/nak+balik.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/Rxh-BlITskI/AAAAAAAAAM8/IAOZfHQD5x8/s320/nak+balik.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122983141745865282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time to go back dear!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/37596870-8524478743465593633?l=arissahani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/2007/10/raya.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/Rxh2slITsfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/_I7z1rzp1ts/s72-c/kakakadik.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870.post-8489688559200026132</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Oct 2007 04:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T22:58:21.062+08:00</atom:updated><title>Salam Aidilfitri</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RwsHa17LvrI/AAAAAAAAAME/OkbWXW8o6hQ/s1600-h/raya2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RwsHa17LvrI/AAAAAAAAAME/OkbWXW8o6hQ/s400/raya2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119193559170006706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Hari Raya is coming…Ramadan is leaving….so sad….I will be celebrating this Raya at my hubby's hometown in Kota Bharu. It is almost a year since we went back last year on Raya Haji. So dis Raya would be in Kelantan mood…no ketupat, no rendang and no nasi impit. I will missed my mum’s kuah kacang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We will be back on this Wednesday after break fast. I would prefer to travel at night since me and the kids can get enough sleep. So I forced my hubby to go back at night. Traveling will be takes time about 7 hours ++. So I will ensure everything complete before we start the journey. My tiger bum, of course is a must. It will keep me fresh when I feel dizzy mizzy. And not to forget the sweater for the children, plus some biscuits for them as a lure whenever they start to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buat perangai&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I dun feel the warm of Raya mood this year. Maybe because I will be far apart from my family. Well, to be fair and square, I never complain to my hubby for the matter of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balik raya&lt;/span&gt; . Almost 5 years of my marriage, we managed to face it peaceful, I mean no big argue on this issue. But of course, when I hear the takbir raya on the first raya, I will definitely shed my tears. Almost every time when the time we were in Kelantan, the same thing happens to me. I dun know, it is like a routine for me when being far apart from my family. My hubby has been immune with the scenario. As usual he will try to persuade me with his normal sweet talk…."takpe..call lah mama…it’s ok Yang…bukan lama pun ….etc". Normallah..nak pujuk. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Well, that's life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;For all my frens, I would like to wish Selamat Hari Raya and Maaf Za&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;hir Batin. May God bless u all and have a very safe journey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;p/s: Get well soon Tun Mahathir!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;p/s: There are emails circulating about the post-mortem pictures of Arwah Nurin, which I think is so horrendous. Please, let's give some respect to Arwah. Anybody who has those autopsy pictures, please....stop forwarding them around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RwsH3F7LvsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lZiAioJXUOM/s1600-h/pokok.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RwsH3F7LvsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lZiAioJXUOM/s320/pokok.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119194044501311170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my plant is dying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37596870-8489688559200026132?l=arissahani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/2007/10/eid-mubarrak.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RwsHa17LvrI/AAAAAAAAAME/OkbWXW8o6hQ/s72-c/raya2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870.post-6151268351805292827</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2007 08:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T22:58:22.424+08:00</atom:updated><title>Sleepy</title><description>I feel damn sleepy. It is normal, when u enter the office, with loads of works yg tak settle settle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Plus my daily routine now is busier...and plus me lack of sleeping...damn....tersangat mengantuk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RwNQf3QgqwI/AAAAAAAAALE/QrEniuA_zkM/s1600-h/opis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RwNQf3QgqwI/AAAAAAAAALE/QrEniuA_zkM/s400/opis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117022109962382082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib bulan poser....if not I will definitely had my coffee break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RwNO3nQgqrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/41631HcIbJs/s1600-h/kopi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RwNO3nQgqrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/41631HcIbJs/s400/kopi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117020318961019570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, how nice if I just can lie down like a sleeping beauty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RwNPqXQgquI/AAAAAAAAAK0/stOq8XTk4dA/s1600-h/sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RwNPqXQgquI/AAAAAAAAAK0/stOq8XTk4dA/s400/sleeping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117021190839380706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or just watching TV at home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RwNPmnQgqtI/AAAAAAAAAKs/BIiPC_7Lu2g/s1600-h/tengok+tv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RwNPmnQgqtI/AAAAAAAAAKs/BIiPC_7Lu2g/s400/tengok+tv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117021126414871250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                         or stay at beach for a couple of days without thinking of work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RwNZBHQgqzI/AAAAAAAAALc/iI4Wo6gLU3w/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RwNZBHQgqzI/AAAAAAAAALc/iI4Wo6gLU3w/s400/beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117031477286054706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop, shop and shop without limits....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RwNV03QgqxI/AAAAAAAAALM/UUZGN4nhCYU/s1600-h/shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RwNV03QgqxI/AAAAAAAAALM/UUZGN4nhCYU/s400/shop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117027968297773842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while driving my dream car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RwNV4nQgqyI/AAAAAAAAALU/ns4jS27B4iY/s1600-h/keta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RwNV4nQgqyI/AAAAAAAAALU/ns4jS27B4iY/s400/keta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117028032722283298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phheeww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I can have my own room as a BOSS...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RwNQUnQgqvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ezHsyexRikk/s1600-h/kayo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RwNQUnQgqvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ezHsyexRikk/s400/kayo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117021916688853746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walla!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37596870-6151268351805292827?l=arissahani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/2007/10/sleepy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RwNQf3QgqwI/AAAAAAAAALE/QrEniuA_zkM/s72-c/opis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870.post-3990743858911224398</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Sep 2007 04:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T22:58:22.553+08:00</atom:updated><title>Mama oh Mama</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I wanted to suggest something to my hubby. How nice if I can stay here nearby my mom’s house. So I can be closed with my mama..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the first time ever, I wanted to highlight a bit about my mother. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Here, eventho she might not read this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RvyJNXQgqoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/s-LmrU_u0_M/s1600-h/mama.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RvyJNXQgqoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/s-LmrU_u0_M/s320/mama.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115114139460610690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;anak mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; is a grateful to me, cause being pampered with mama is very “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;” I can say. Even now, I'm still using mama as my mentor. She is everything to me....without mama, I’m definitely lost. Eventho I have my beloved husband, but still, mama is always the frontliner. When something happen to me, either it is good or bad thing ( not referring to my marriage matter)  believe me, mama is the first person I called, then only my hubby. And thank God, hubby is always understand. He never ask me so much about that, and he know that eventho I'm attached with mama, he's never been neglected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I was still single, I can remember the keyword of mama everytime she called me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nak balik pukul berapa harini ni? Keluar dengan sapa?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Balik cepat!&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Actually I already know the questions before she asked. Besides,  some of my frens have been called by mama too everytime she failed to get me. Adehh.....malu jer...hik. But I know, she always worries about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now when I already have my own family, the keyword has been changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anak-anak ok tak? Bawak pegi jalan pegang tangan dorang...jangan lupa&lt;/span&gt; ".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Still. She sounds so worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t imagine how’s life without her. And now i realized it is not easy to be a mother, cause  now I am about to feel the same as mama too.  And dis Raya, looks like I will be far apart from mama. So sad....that means I can’t taste mama’s cooking on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pagi raya&lt;/span&gt;. Though I can had her cooks everyday, ( since now I'm still staying in Ampang ) , but still, the tasty of her cook especially her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rendang ayam&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuah satay&lt;/span&gt; is soooo marvelous. Even my hubby respects her cooking too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When staying at mama’s house, I feel sooooo relieved. Not because of I am rarely entered the kitchen on weekdays lately, but the way my mom treats the kids alone is just the same as she treat me when I was small. The way she talk and the way she cherish my kids is as same as me. I feel so relieved when everytime I come back home and see my kids are always safe. And it is different when I stay alone in my house and just hope for my maid to look after my daughters everyday. The feel is very different. Everyday I will call once an hour, just to ensure that they are fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But that doesn't mean that I make used of her goodness, I just wanted to be near and closed to her everyday. Of course I dun want to trouble her so much and I know that now is her time to rest at home after so many years working in office. And that doesn't mean that I wanted to stay with mama forever. I need my own house too, and I have my life with hubby too. It's just that I feel how nice if I can stay nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But one thing, me and mama sometimes can be defined as a good &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cat fighter&lt;/span&gt; too. Hahahah..why do I say that? Eventho we were closed, but when the times in arguing something, I can bet you…she will always be the winner..huhuhuuh….mak kalah tau…hahahah&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But it doesn’t reflect me anything, I am get used of it recently. But one more thing can be described my mama…she puts a very high expectations on me..... everything I do, I will refer to her, eventho to the very small thing pun. My life, my carrier, my family and everything has been monitored by mama....and definitely sometimes, it makes me stressed a bit....cause since she already put a very high expectations on me, she always dreams and hopes the very best from me, and if I failed to give her the best, she will feel sad, and me…will definitely feel sad, guilty, regret and what ever…Well, that is the worst case scenario for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can remember once, when at one time I failed PTD exam, I can see the regret on her face, eventho she hardly convince me to try again later, but still, I know she felt so sad and frustrated. I really can’t take that. I really can’t even look she feel sad, in whatever situation, I will feel the same too. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;But I know, my mama is always No 1 in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;P/S : Love U ma.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37596870-3990743858911224398?l=arissahani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/2007/09/mama-oh-mama.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RvyJNXQgqoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/s-LmrU_u0_M/s72-c/mama.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870.post-5041818928832591681</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Sep 2007 01:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T22:58:22.752+08:00</atom:updated><title>Berangan</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was cleaning up my room last night. Suddenly I found my previous photos*masa zaman muda muda dulu...heeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus tak jadik buat kerja...dok ngadap benda tu jer...huhuhuhu...oh well, there's not so much different between dulu ngan sekarang....hahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Terus termenung jap, memikirkan kisah muda muda dolu...hahaha..and as usual terus termenung memikirkan masa depan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Suddenly so many things crossed in my mind, and lately I was thinking of doing something beneficial for myself...including my plan to open a kindergaten...soon....that is actually my dreams. I was actually do some research lately, google here and there just to gather any info related to this business. And I find that there is a lot of plan to be done. *phew...Bilalah nak kaya nih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/Rvhsg3QgqlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eiroiadfQ_A/s1600-h/termenung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/Rvhsg3QgqlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eiroiadfQ_A/s320/termenung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113956688724011602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37596870-5041818928832591681?l=arissahani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/2007/09/berangan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/Rvhsg3QgqlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eiroiadfQ_A/s72-c/termenung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870.post-7008725140327836476</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Sep 2007 01:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T22:58:22.925+08:00</atom:updated><title>Al-Fatihah</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/Rvxf0nQgqnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dp-Eh2NEa1A/s1600-h/alfatihah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/Rvxf0nQgqnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dp-Eh2NEa1A/s200/alfatihah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115068634282109554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Untuk adik Nurin...&lt;br /&gt;bersemadilah dengan aman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;syurga pasti menantimu disana....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37596870-7008725140327836476?l=arissahani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/2007/09/al-fatihah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/Rvxf0nQgqnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dp-Eh2NEa1A/s72-c/alfatihah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870.post-2682863157078389162</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Sep 2007 02:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T22:58:23.156+08:00</atom:updated><title>Tiring day</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My maid is not around at the moment. So lately everything has to be on my own. Now I know how difficult am I if I dun have maid. For a time being, my mom will look after my two kids when I’m working. Luckily, my two princess have already trained for toiletry usage since they are 2. I trained them to shi shi by their own since they are 2 years old. And luckily my two kids can get used of it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alhamdulillah, until now, they are ok with it and not even 1 day pun they missed their daily routine. Even at night they dun need any diepers. I will ask them to go for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shi shi&lt;/span&gt; and brush their teeth first before they asleep. It‘s their routine since they are 2 and everyday, I will ensure they wash their hands and foot before they go to sleep. So it is easier for me and even my maid dulu cause they are now not depends on their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pampers&lt;/span&gt; anymore. And it is safer too. Heheheh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my maid story, when I dun have any helper around, of course it’s quite tiring for me because I have to wash my baju and everything. Nasib la skang &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;sumer&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; pakai mesin, but luckily I have my mom, who will cater all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masak – masak&lt;/span&gt; thingy but at the same time I have to help my mom too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And luckily at the moment we stay at my mom’s house, if not I have to think of my house pulak. Argghhhh…terpaksala kerja kerja mengemop lantai, vacuum, mengemas and whatever which I’ve already leave it 100% to my maid before would be my responsibility. What a tiring day…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RvHhfTV5InI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6Yr6y73lAJk/s1600-h/mopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RvHhfTV5InI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6Yr6y73lAJk/s320/mopping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112114979926516338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And luckily this Ramadan I stay in Ampang. So I dun have to wake up at 4 a.m to serve a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sahur&lt;/span&gt; for my hubby. If not my hubby will only wake up when everything is ready on the table, then he just wallop the food when the dish is ready to serve. Huhuhuhuh..,..what a King &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So that’s why lately, when I come back from office I will eat and then just go to sleep as early as I can. And surprisingly, not even 10 minutes, I can already have my sweet dreams….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37596870-2682863157078389162?l=arissahani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/2007/09/tiring-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RvHhfTV5InI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6Yr6y73lAJk/s72-c/mopping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870.post-3503040368448276291</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Sep 2007 03:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-19T14:17:51.190+08:00</atom:updated><title>My heart is always be with YOU</title><description>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every time I saw News nowadays about the missing children, I feel choked, sad, worry, and even angry too. Before this we had a big trauma of missing Yin. The whole Malaysian seems to be mourning, and sad of the missing Yin. Almost everyday we can read the news of searching Yin everywhere and the reward increased every single day too. But thank God, Yin at last was found by a family of Myanmar who "keep him for a while".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, again we were shocked of missing Nurin Jazlin who has been missing since August 20th, 2007. She is only 8 years old and was reportedly missing when she went out to Pasar Malam on the night of 20thAugust. She failed to return home after going to the pasar malam alone at 8.30pm that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How come the parents can let her out to Pasar Malam alone?? Her mother allowed her to go on her own to the pasar malam as it was close to their flat. Eight years old kid cannot be trusted to be alone in the big crowd of pasar malam. They cannot be trusted 100 %. They are still young and small. Maybe we dun know what is actually happen at the night, but the fact is, kids are fragile, and crimes can be everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, sources said that a neighbour’s daughter had seen a man, standing outside a van and later pulling Nurin into the vehicle. Nurin was seen being pulled into a van near a pasar malam in Wangsa Maju where she had gone. And search of Nurin become wider, lots of campaign and articles are spread out every where. But still, there is no news for Nurin. Where is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more tragically, we again heard of another cruel murder of kid aged between 8 and 10. The child's naked body was found stuffed in a foetal position inside a gym bag and the said, the child's body was wiped clean of evidence. The gym bag was new too. How could anyone do this??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Other than the horrific circumstances of her murder, nothing is known about her. And why has no one come forward to claim her as their own? It is beyond human capacity to imagine that such a thing could happen. I feel sad when fisrt time I heard the news in Buletin Utama. I feel angry and at the same time so sad. I would feel that she is just like any other kids too. So naïve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even read or listen to this kind of news anymore. It makes me feel sad, and even now I already had tears in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is Nurin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how come this girl of no identity can be murdered in such a sadistic death…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dun have the answer…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I lost of words. And now, I only have a picture of my kids my mind. I can feel the trauma of the mother who has missing their kids. The scary to hear every single news everyday, and the hope to see their kids back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nobody knows…only Allah knows the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I dedicated this old song to all missing children. My heart will always be with YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kau Pergi Jua &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Adam Ahmad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wajahmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seindah serinya pelangi yang indah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seharum mawar putih segar berkembang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wajahmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mengapa sering terbayang dimataku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sehingga terbawa didalam mimpiku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sayangku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tahukah kau didalam hatiku ini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tersimpan perasaan cinta nan suci&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau bunga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ingin kusuntingmu menjadi milikku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lantas kuabadikan dalam jiwaku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sayangnya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harapan yang selama ini kubawa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hancur berkecai musnah jua akhirnya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Semuanya bagaikan sebuah mimpi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau pergi jua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Setelah cinta ku kini membara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Belum sempat kucurahkan kasihku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau pergi tak kembali…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To Nurin, no matter how, my pray is always be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the little girl. Child, May you rest in peace. My prayers are with you. I am so sorry that you have to endure all those pain. My thoughts and prayers are with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37596870-3503040368448276291?l=arissahani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-heart-is-always-be-with-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37596870.post-2985038974077215914</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Sep 2007 04:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T22:58:23.276+08:00</atom:updated><title>Ramadhan</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RudvM35VEII/AAAAAAAAAI8/nmB8s9cGNVU/s1600-h/ramadan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109174569228636290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RudvM35VEII/AAAAAAAAAI8/nmB8s9cGNVU/s320/ramadan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salam Ramadan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Semoga amalan kita diberkati di bulan yang mulia ini...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37596870-2985038974077215914?l=arissahani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://arissahani.blogspot.com/2007/09/ramadhan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anies amran)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWU9AU3S5Eo/RudvM35VEII/AAAAAAAAAI8/nmB8s9cGNVU/s72-c/ramadan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>