<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:10:29.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-112850389650103828</id><published>2005-10-05T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T17:22:03.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new look</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since it's the start of a new Islamic month, I have decided to move to a new blog today...heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That blog has been under construction for such a long time...months in fact...hehehhe. Just couldn't find the time to fine tune it. And I still have things to update. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find me at &lt;a href="http://zany.blogspirit.com"&gt;http://zany.blogspirit.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the password, you can email me at &lt;a href="mailto:zanydzf@hotmail.com"&gt;zanydzf@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-112850389650103828?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/112850389650103828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=112850389650103828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/112850389650103828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/112850389650103828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-look.html' title='A new look'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-112797193935630091</id><published>2005-09-29T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T13:32:19.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 9 Sep</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know I'm 20 days late. But at least I'm blogging about it now right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a meet-the-bloggers session at Swensen's. We haven't met up for quite a while. Finally eryanta decided to join us, after asking her sooo many times. And Diana managed to join us too. It was really fun to meet up with u gals. Too bad charm couldn't join us....it would have been more kecoh I guess....hehhee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/collage.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when's the next one gals? Maybe when u all come visit me when I give birth? hehehhe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-112797193935630091?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/112797193935630091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=112797193935630091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/112797193935630091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/112797193935630091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2005/09/friday-9-sep.html' title='Friday 9 Sep'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-112780566599658549</id><published>2005-09-27T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T10:23:15.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SE7EN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been tagged by Nisrina...*sigh*. I wouldn't have another entry this soon otherwise...hehehhe. So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that will scare me:&lt;br /&gt;- Lizards....eeeew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;Mice, rats or anything that resembles mice...eg. hamsters&lt;br /&gt;- Ghost? (nvr encountered one before, hope will NEVER)&lt;br /&gt;- A fight, as in a real fist fight&lt;br /&gt;- Loss of sight&lt;br /&gt;- Losing my husband and children&lt;br /&gt;- Having to go through life penniless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 things I like da most:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sleeping in my bed&lt;br /&gt;- Cuddling my son&lt;br /&gt;- When my son says "Sayang Mamamamama...."&lt;br /&gt;- Chatting with hubby in bed till the wee hours&lt;br /&gt;- Travelling to all parts of the world&lt;br /&gt;- Catching up will old frens&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolates!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 most impt things in my room:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bed&lt;br /&gt;- Contact lenses / specs&lt;br /&gt;- Wedding photo&lt;br /&gt;- Bathroom&lt;br /&gt;- Handphone&lt;br /&gt;- Make-up&lt;br /&gt;- Wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 random facts abt me:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My height is 1.48m (yeah, I'm THAT short...hehhehe)&lt;br /&gt;- I used to be very shy when I was young&lt;br /&gt;- I'm the eldest of my siblings&lt;br /&gt;- I have 3 prominent moles on my face&lt;br /&gt;- I knew my husband for 5 years before we got married&lt;br /&gt;- I lived in a kampung house up till I was 5 yrs old&lt;br /&gt;- I started wearing glasses when I was in Primary 2 (or was that Pri 1? hhhmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 things I plan to do before I die:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To perform hajj&lt;br /&gt;- To send my parents and parents-in-law for hajj&lt;br /&gt;- To have at least 3-4 children&lt;br /&gt;- To have a legacy income for my children to inherit&lt;br /&gt;- To travel to all parts of the world&lt;br /&gt;- To own a Jaguar&lt;br /&gt;- To live in a bungalow/or at least a semi-detached house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; I have BIG dreams... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 things I can do:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can anyam ketupat&lt;br /&gt;- I can cook (not an expert tho')&lt;br /&gt;- I can be there for anyone who needs a listening ear&lt;br /&gt;- I can sprint (or I used to be able to...hheheh)&lt;br /&gt;- I can breastfeed&lt;br /&gt;- I can finish a good novel in one day if there's no interruptions&lt;br /&gt;- I can be such a procrastinator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 things I can't do:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can't be mean to people....I just can't, it's not in me...&lt;br /&gt;- I can't initiate a confrontation or be involved in one (hubby excluded)&lt;br /&gt;- I can't donate blood (coz I weigh less than 45kg when I'm not preggy)&lt;br /&gt;- I can't draw&lt;br /&gt;- I can't swim in deep waters of the sea (I fear that I'll drown :p)&lt;br /&gt;- I can't live without my family&lt;br /&gt;- I can't think of more things I can't do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 words I say the most:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt; oh really&lt;br /&gt;- tak tahu&lt;br /&gt;- mmmm&lt;br /&gt;- alamak&lt;br /&gt;- apa seh&lt;br /&gt;- lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 celeb crushes:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Brad Pitt&lt;br /&gt;- Brad Pitt&lt;br /&gt;- Brad Pitt&lt;br /&gt;- Shane Lynch (of Boyzone)&lt;br /&gt;- Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;- Orlando Bloom&lt;br /&gt;- Aaron Aziz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 pple I love to see doing this:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Eryanta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Hoor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Endy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Ezayu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Aliyah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Diana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Mummyto3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; If any of u have been tagged before, just ignore this ok. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-112780566599658549?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/112780566599658549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=112780566599658549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/112780566599658549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/112780566599658549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2005/09/se7en.html' title='SE7EN'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-112684324525725268</id><published>2005-09-16T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T16:58:43.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Overdue Post: Our Bangkok Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is long overdue. Almost a month...heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun in Bangkok, who doesn't right, though we missed Mik loads. Told myself that if we were to go again, I'd bring Mik, but seriously I don't know how that's gonna work out. My dearest hubby plans to go again before hari raya...but hey, I don't think I'd be allowed to board any planes coz my tummy would be HUGE by then. So he plans to go with his frens. Yeah right I say! Angan-angan aje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's gonna be Ramadhan soon so I don't think that will materialize. Perhaps next year then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a summary of what we did:&lt;br /&gt;1st day - Shopped at Pratunam. We actually walked from the hotel to the market. That was good exercise, but tiring man. We were back in hotel by 8 plus so we went swimming. The pool was very nice, too bad I didn't manage to take any pics there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day - Went to MBK via BTS Skytrain. Not much things there to buy, not as cheap as Pratunam. When I got back to SIN, someone told me lingerie in BKK is cheap. You can get Wacoal bra for more than half the price. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we proceeded to Asia hotel, coz Azwin's sis wanted a bag from a shop there. Thereafter we went to Pratunam again coz the day before, most of the shops were closing already. Went back to the hotel to refresh first, then we proceeded to Suan Lum Nite Market. Again, not much things to buy, coz it was more expensive. My feet was aching soo much by then. Apa tak, satu hari berjalan...Just our luck, we found a foot massage place at Suan Lum. We paid like 80 bahts (I think) for a half-hour foot massage. Power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day- We headed down to Chatuchak right after breakfast, despite being told by many people that Chatuchak is only open on Sat &amp; Sun (it was a Friday). There were a few shops that were open and we managed to grab some good bargains there, esp the lamps. My hubby was so excited! heheh. But since many shops were not open, we vowed to come down early the next morning before we leave BKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch at a Muslim stall in Chatuchak we went back to the hotel to leave our stuffs. Then we went again to Pratunam to see whether we could grab anything else. We had an early night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day - Woke up early so that we could get to Chatuchak as soon as it opens. We only had 3 hours to spare and there were so many shops to explore. We split up. Me &amp;amp; hubby together. And the other couple together. We got some things for the house and other miscellanous items likes bags, clothes and accessories. Oh, 3 hours is too short....next time must go BKK on a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the very wordy entry, here are some pics we took. There's not much tho' coz we were more keen on shopping. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2120645635&amp;code=18285867&amp;amp;mode=invite&amp;amp;DCMP=isc-email-AlbumInvite" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/BangkokTrip030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-112684324525725268?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/112684324525725268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=112684324525725268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/112684324525725268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/112684324525725268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2005/09/very-overdue-post-our-bangkok-trip.html' title='A Very Overdue Post: Our Bangkok Trip'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-112383160580494826</id><published>2005-08-12T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T15:28:15.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I read somewhere that people who likes purple are romantics.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Mikail's favourite colour right now. He will point to something purple and our conversation normally goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mik: Ma! Ma! Purple...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh yes! Purple...clever boy! *smile*&lt;br /&gt;Mik: *big smile*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *pointing to something else* What colour is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he will go on to say whatever colour that thing is. Of coz at times, he still mixes his colours up. But there are certain colours he will get right. Like purple, orange and red. What's weird is that the colours he is certain of are not basic colours (except for red). Funny lah this Mik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm actually amazed by his abilities. I remembered that my nephews and niece didn't know how to differentiate colours before they were two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 21 mths old, he already knows how to count from 1 to 10, knows his shapes, knows some colours and talks all the time. Sorrylah, it's the proud mummy boasting...I know. heheh. This mummy harbours some hope that her son will grow up to be a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey...there's no harm in dreaming right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-112383160580494826?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/112383160580494826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=112383160580494826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/112383160580494826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/112383160580494826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2005/08/purple.html' title='Purple'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-112245714716107740</id><published>2005-07-27T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T10:05:25.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy morning! It's a bright and sunny Thursday morning, hope it doesn't rain today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know I haven't updated for like ages. Sorry bloggers I haven't had the time to tag either. I've been super duper busy for the last 8 weeks due to the promos we've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've got some news to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, we (hubby &amp; I) purchased a new digital camera. It's about time I tell ya! We've been missing out on all the pics we could have taken of little Mik. And now that another one is on the way, I wanna make sure I have pics of the baby from birth onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/sony_cybershot_dsct3_black.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best feature of this camera is it's slimness. Besides that I love the picture clarity and the big screen. So now I can start taking pics again! But the only glitch now that prevents me from uploading is that my laptop is sick. *sob, sob* The windows just refuse to start. I worry that I'll lose all pics and video of Mik inside, but my colleague has reassured me that it probably can be trasnferred to a thumb drive. So that's what I'll do or rather that's what I'll ask my colleague to help me do...heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another new purchase is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/hondaphantom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby's new bike is called the Phantom. We've had to change bikes coz his old bike was giving us problems. It suddenly stopped when we travelling on the expressway, on the right lane some more. Imagine how dangerous that is! And that's not the first time it happened either. So rather than put our lives in danger we had to spend more moolahs on a new bike. No choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also had another pleasant news very recently. It's about the little one who's very active in my womb. This is a clue on the baby's gender:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/babybootieswhite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very obvious isn't it. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-112245714716107740?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/112245714716107740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=112245714716107740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/112245714716107740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/112245714716107740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-111640620973938969</id><published>2005-05-18T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T16:53:42.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minah or mat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nie girl ke boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/Mikwiftoncet2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-111640620973938969?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/111640620973938969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=111640620973938969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/111640620973938969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/111640620973938969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2005/05/minah-or-mat.html' title='Minah or mat?'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-111379248610364037</id><published>2005-04-18T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T10:48:06.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AF less</title><content type='html'>AF is 1 week late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-111379248610364037?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/111379248610364037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=111379248610364037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/111379248610364037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/111379248610364037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2005/04/af-less.html' title='AF less'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-111346396467291799</id><published>2005-04-14T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T12:01:33.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No time to blog</title><content type='html'>So busy nowadays got no time to blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways manage to squeeze in some time today to create 2 new albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First album: ZUJI Product Summit @ Phuket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2128630171&amp;code=15502442&amp;amp;mode=invite&amp;DCMP=isc-email-AlbumInvite" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/03920008.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Click on the picturesque pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second album: My cuzz Yuni's wedding - contain pics of my cuzz's wedding in Johor and more Mik pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2128132653&amp;code=15502441&amp;mode=invite&amp;DCMP=isc-email-AlbumInvite"target="blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/MikJB.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Click on lil Mik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-111346396467291799?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/111346396467291799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=111346396467291799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/111346396467291799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/111346396467291799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-time-to-blog.html' title='No time to blog'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-111078949054778787</id><published>2005-03-14T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T16:45:32.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfy Ur Cravings Woman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hey D! Look what I've got for u!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="163" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/MiniCheezels.jpg" width="126" /&gt;&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/6808376-111078949054778787?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/111078949054778787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=111078949054778787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/111078949054778787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/111078949054778787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2005/03/satisfy-ur-cravings-woman.html' title='Satisfy Ur Cravings Woman!'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-110966975954485881</id><published>2005-03-01T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T17:35:59.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.A.I.D. in Indonesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Finally, I've found meself a maid! Hooray! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yesterday the &lt;a href="http://www.darmanmaids.com"&gt;agency&lt;/a&gt; called me and informed me that there's a transfer maid available. For those of you who don't understand maid jargon, a transfer maid is one who is already in Singapore and whom the employer returned back to the agency.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For this maid, the reason for the return was b'coz the employer had received orders from his company to be outstationed in Qatar for an undefinite period. They wanted to bring her but there's a lot of complications involved in bringing a maid along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agency assured me that this maid is very reliable and that she has received good feedback from the recent employer. They said that she is "too good to release". Well, I can only hope that's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday evening me and my family (family includes: Hubby, Son, Mum, MIL, Sis and Niece) went to "interview" the maid. We found her oklah. She wears a tudung and has worn it all along, which is good. Mikail doesn't mind to be carried by her, which is also good. She is softspoken and mild mannered, which bodes well too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After discussing about it last night with my hubby, we decided to take her. So during lunch time today I went to the agency at Golden Landmark and settled the first payment. As expected, I exceeded my lunch time...heheh...ssshhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The maid will be with us latest by Friday, which is timely coz I've already taken leave for that day, for the planned trip to Fraser Hill (which was never meant to be)...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thanks to all of my frens and blog budz who have offered help or advice of any kind, following my appeal. I really really appreciate it. Love u gals lots! Muuaackks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-110966975954485881?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/110966975954485881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=110966975954485881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/110966975954485881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/110966975954485881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2005/03/maid-in-indonesia.html' title='M.A.I.D. in Indonesia'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-110914046936687945</id><published>2005-02-23T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T14:34:29.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appeal to fellow bloggers</title><content type='html'>I didn't know a single decision could have a ripple effect on me. Hhhmm, thats' not true...I did know that. What I didn't know is that it would burn a hole in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decision was not made by me but rather my sister-in-law and her then husband. They decided to split. So now, she's staying with my MIL and my MIL has to look after her two kids when she's working. My MIL has to send the kids to school and then pick them up after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it affect me? My MIL can't possibly handle 3 boys all on her own. Furthermore, since she has to send the older boys to school she can't handle it if she has to carry my son as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, another momentous decison has to be made. It's a toss between getting a maid or a car. Either decision would be a strain on our budget. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maid solves the problem in all aspects, whereas a car only solves the problem of transportation if (and that's a big IF) we find someone to take care of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pondering over it for a few days, we've come to a decision to hire a maid. Here comes another headache: I don't want to hire a maid whose trustworthiness is a question. I would rather hire someone who has proven herself before and who has good recommendations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THUS, here comes my appeal to my fellow bloggers: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;If anyone of u know a maid who has proven herself to be trustworthy and hardworking, please drop me a line. I would appreciate it so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Please peeps, hope someone can help me out here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-110914046936687945?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/110914046936687945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=110914046936687945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/110914046936687945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/110914046936687945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2005/02/appeal-to-fellow-bloggers.html' title='Appeal to fellow bloggers'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-110870036940734094</id><published>2005-02-18T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T12:19:29.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy anniversary darling!</title><content type='html'>It's been 7 years. That long huh since we staked our claim in each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ever forget the Coffee Bean at Boat Quay...me and Asfha used to hangout there after boring lectures/tutorials in uni, coz we'll get free drinks and food...hhehehe. Plus you were there - the bearer of those good tidings; of coz U were the main reason I alwiz drag her there with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how far we've come. We've faced sooo many challenges and yet come out all the better for them. May we have many many more fruitful (ehem ehem) &amp; wonderful years together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us then - in 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/Rilizah21.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To u peeps who still read my blog: there won't be any "Us now" photo coz I've just lost my digicam last week...*sob sob*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-110870036940734094?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/110870036940734094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=110870036940734094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/110870036940734094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/110870036940734094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-anniversary-darling.html' title='Happy anniversary darling!'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-110733291572641095</id><published>2005-02-02T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T16:31:29.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berfeeling feelingan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I heard this song before, many times. But never has it touched me like it did yesterday. It was an accompaniment to the video of the rally that was held in Suntec city on the 13th of Jan, and it truly sums up in one song, the hope that this business brings to all who's in it and how everyone in this business feels. Especially those people who went up on stage that night in front of thousands of people to receive the pins that they have achieved through hard work and perseverance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist: Guy Sebastian (Australian Idol Winner)&lt;br /&gt;Song: Angels Brought Me Here &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long and winding journey&lt;br /&gt;But I'm finally here tonight&lt;br /&gt;Picking up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;Walking back into the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the sunset of your glory&lt;br /&gt;Where my heart and future lies&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like that feeling&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dreams came true&lt;br /&gt;When I found you&lt;br /&gt;I found you, my miracle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see what I see&lt;br /&gt;That you're the answer to my prayers&lt;br /&gt;And if you can feel&lt;br /&gt;The tenderness I feel&lt;br /&gt;You would know&lt;br /&gt;It would be clear&lt;br /&gt;That angels brought me here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing here before you&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I've been born again&lt;br /&gt;Every breath is your love&lt;br /&gt;Every heartbeat speaks your name&lt;br /&gt;My dreams came true&lt;br /&gt;Right here in front of you&lt;br /&gt;My miracle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see what I see&lt;br /&gt;You're the answer to my prayers&lt;br /&gt;If you could feel&lt;br /&gt;The tenderness I feel&lt;br /&gt;You would know&lt;br /&gt;It would be clear&lt;br /&gt;That angels brought me here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought me here to be with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd be forever grateful (oh forever grateful)&lt;br /&gt;My dreams came true&lt;br /&gt;When I found you&lt;br /&gt;My miracle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see what I see&lt;br /&gt;You're the answer to my prayers&lt;br /&gt;If you could feel&lt;br /&gt;The tenderness I feel&lt;br /&gt;You would know&lt;br /&gt;It would be clear&lt;br /&gt;That angels brought me here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see what I see&lt;br /&gt;You're the answer to my prayers&lt;br /&gt;If you could feel&lt;br /&gt;The tenderness I feel&lt;br /&gt;You would know&lt;br /&gt;It would be clear&lt;br /&gt;That angels brought me here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I would be up on that stage, insya'allah. And when I go up there, this song would be music of my heart. And hopefully by then, I have achieved (or partly achieved) my dream to create a better life for my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-110733291572641095?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/110733291572641095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=110733291572641095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/110733291572641095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/110733291572641095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2005/02/berfeeling-feelingan.html' title='Berfeeling feelingan'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-110499879091310328</id><published>2005-01-06T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T16:06:30.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini gathering on NY Eve</title><content type='html'>4 of us bloggers + our excess baggages (read Boyfriends/Husbands and one baby..heheh) went to nymph's place for a mini get together on NY Eve. It wasn't that we were celebrating the new year, but it just happens that the date most of us were free was the last day of 2004. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was lots of food....too much actually. Dunno whether they finished it or not. So gals, what happened to the leftovers?? Went into the hubbies/bf's tummies? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/IMGP1056.jpg"&gt; On the way to nymph's...Mik biting Elmo's eyes off..poor Elmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/IMGP1060.jpg"&gt; Another one of Mik...now biting his finger &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/IMGP1061.jpg"&gt; Mik &amp; I at nymph's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/IMGP1063.jpg"&gt; Pretty ladies all in a row&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-110499879091310328?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/110499879091310328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=110499879091310328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/110499879091310328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/110499879091310328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2005/01/mini-gathering-on-ny-eve.html' title='Mini gathering on NY Eve'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-110420269357006230</id><published>2004-12-28T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T10:58:13.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The biggest human disasters in the last 100 years" quoted by UN</title><content type='html'>I. AM. AT. UTTER. LOSS. FOR. WORDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Shocking, Unbelievable, Horrifying, Scary, and So So &lt;strong&gt;SAD&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grieving for humankind. The children, especially the poor helpless and hapless children who couldn't save themselves. Thousands, thousands of them killed just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA ALLAH, ENGKAULAH YANG MAHA BESAR DAN YANG MAHA KUASA. KAU BERIKANLAH KEKUATAN DAN KESABARAN KEPADA MANUSIA2 YANG TELAH KEHILANGAN SAUDARA MARA DAN ANAK2 KECIL. KAU AMPUNILAH DOSA MANGSA2 ISLAM AND TEMPATKANLAH MEREKA DI DALAM SYURGAMU YA ALLAH. AMIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-110420269357006230?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/110420269357006230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=110420269357006230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/110420269357006230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/110420269357006230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/12/biggest-human-disasters-in-last-100.html' title='&quot;The biggest human disasters in the last 100 years&quot; quoted by UN'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-110412586238900122</id><published>2004-12-27T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T13:37:42.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake legs</title><content type='html'>Yup, I know I know. I'm guilty. Of not posting entries and updating my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, got nothing to do. Have lah, but not urgent. Furthermore, no government..hehe. Wish I could upload photos from work...but impossible. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I reach home I have no time whatsoever to switch on the laptop, what with looking after Mikail and of course the housework. I used to do it after the little one sleeps but that little one is fast growing and now knows how to get his own way to escape from sleeping early. Can you believe it, he only sleeps from 11pm onwards..and he can sometime tahan until 1am? Tsk tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time, his poor mummy would be dead tired and would fall asleep with him as she puts him to sleep. Tell me lah, when do I have the time to upload the pics? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can only say I'll try my best... but I do have this pic of him taken from my hp just yesterday when we were dining at Siam Kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/MikatSiamKitchen.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Look at his sour face...he wanted to get out from the baby chair. Tapi sempat posing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my next appearance...TTFN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-110412586238900122?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/110412586238900122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=110412586238900122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/110412586238900122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/110412586238900122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/12/shake-legs.html' title='Shake legs'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-110171998859700413</id><published>2004-11-29T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T17:28:38.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aidilfitri pics</title><content type='html'>Here's the hari raya pics that some of you wanted to see. Don't expect too much tho'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hari Raya Eve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align ="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/IMGP0945.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikail in his kurta &lt;/p align ="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1st Day Raya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align ="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/IMGP0949.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mikail in his baju kurung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/IMGP0951.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family pic - so difficult to get a nice shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/IMGP0955.jpg" width="172" lenth="1000"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/IMGP0953.jpg"  length="1200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individual shots with our baby&lt;/p align ="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2nd Day Raya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align ="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/IMGP0969.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A pic in the car &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dunno which day raya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align ="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/IMGP0976.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nicer family potrait this time round - but hubby face too stern-looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more pics, &lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/?id=2135068603&amp;code=13196970&amp;mode=invite&amp;DCMP=isc-email-AlbumInvite"target="_blank"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-110171998859700413?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/110171998859700413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=110171998859700413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/110171998859700413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/110171998859700413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/11/aidilfitri-pics.html' title='Aidilfitri pics'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-110134787263157923</id><published>2004-11-25T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T09:57:52.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't think of a title :(</title><content type='html'>I feel compelled to write this morning. Coz I saw an accident that just filled me with dread. I imagined myself to be in that situation and if I were in that car I would be shaking like hell, or perhaps I could be unconscious, or dead even, I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accident was along the PIE, nearing the Eunos exit. I was sleeping in the bus (as per norm :p) when I opened my eyes to see where I was. There was a traffic jam, which was a rare occurrence on the PIE going to the east. So I thought to myself, the only reason for a jam would be an accident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the bus was moving along, on the utmost left lane, I saw the accident site on the right lane. I just got a glance, but that glance left me shocked. The car had overturned (the wheels were on top), the windows were all shattered. There was a Repsol bike in front, which looked unharmed. I think I saw somebody wearing a pink shirt in the car, not too sure though coz it was just a 2 second glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that the car had overturned was the shocker. In most accident cases in Singapore, we see that the vehicle(s) had crashed into something. What I think happened here was that the car was going at a fast speed, being in the right lane and all, the driver was probably going at 90 or more. He/she tried to "elak" the bike, and swerved to the right. The sudden swerving caused the car's centre of gravity to change and thus overturned it. Could this be what happened? I really don't know...I just hope the driver's ok, don't think there was any pax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I'm getting a Water Treatment System for my house today! Yippee! From tonight onwards, I'll be drinking water that is totally tasteless, chlorine free and much much cleaner (99% of germs would have been killed). Here's to good health! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-110134787263157923?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/110134787263157923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=110134787263157923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/110134787263157923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/110134787263157923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/11/cant-think-of-title.html' title='Can&apos;t think of a title :('/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-109911925134263897</id><published>2004-10-30T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T14:25:10.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backdate 23rd Oct</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mikail's 1st B'day 23rd Oct 2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's been a week since his birthday yet I haven't updated. As usual, time doesn't permit me to blog..*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we celebrated his b'day with an iftar at our house. Invited abt 50 close relatives and some close friends. Didn't take too many pics tho' coz I was busy running around. I'll post some pics here later..watch out for this space!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/IMGP0928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/IMGP0929.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The chicken rice feast prepared by my FIL &amp; The Desserts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/IMGP0930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/IMGP0932.jpg"&gt; Relatives enjoying the food &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/IMGP0933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/IMGP0934.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mikail &amp; Ismail playing with his Elmo Walker &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/IMGP0931.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The birthday boy inspecting the chicken rice tub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so amazing to think that 1 year has passed since I gave birth. I feel that the longest time was when I was pregnant. It was like counting days and months till you give birth. When finally he decided to come out early on the day that was supposed to be Deepavali. It was just a few days before Ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before I slept over my parents place as my hubby was working. During subuh I woke up to pee and I realised as I got up from the bed that my whole pants was wet! I thought to myself incredulously "Did I pee in my sleep?" but there was no smell and I did't remember dreaming that I was peeing...hehe. And then I thought "Could it be my waterbag broke?" Turns out it was the waterbag! I didn't panic or anything, more like excited, u know. I felt like, finally, I'll get to see my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my gynae's orders, off we went to the hospital. Up till then, I wasn't in pain at all..nada, zilch. When my doc checked, he said that I had already dilated about 3cm. Still no pain. He had to induce me coz if the waterbag broke, the baby could get an infection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later I was feeling the contractions. It is no joke man! The pain of having contractions is &lt;strong&gt;UNDESCRIBABLE!&lt;/strong&gt;. I was writhing and crying in pain as I opted not to take epidural. I wanted to experience the whole birthing process naturally. I guess it was kinda masochistic...hahha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 hours after I was admitted it was all over. Mikail came me out with his eyes bright open as if he couldn't wait to see how the world looked like. It was such an emotional and joyous moment for my hubby and me. It felt great that I "survived" the ordeal. All in all, I would term his birth as an easy one coz I spent only about 4 hours in the labour ward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I told my hubby, "That's it. We stop at one." But of course that decision has been retracted ever since :). I can't wait to have my second baby, but not now lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it. The story of his birth in a nutshell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-109911925134263897?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/109911925134263897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=109911925134263897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109911925134263897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109911925134263897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/10/backdate-23rd-oct.html' title='Backdate 23rd Oct'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-109782440838758682</id><published>2004-10-15T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T15:16:38.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm proud to be a Muslim</title><content type='html'>I received this email today about our Prophet Nabi Muhammad (praise be unto him) and how great a man he was. It's a bit lengthy but it's a worthy read. I feel so proud to be a Muslim and to have a prophet like him. Do spend some time to read it my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is MUHAMMAD to the World's intellect/famous people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS MAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ENCYCLOPEDIA BRITANNICA confirms:&lt;br /&gt;".... A mass of detail in the early sources show that he was an&lt;br /&gt;honest and upright man who had gained the respect and loyalty of others&lt;br /&gt;who were like-wise honest and upright men." (Vol. 12) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GEORGE BERNARD SHAW said about him:&lt;br /&gt;"If any religion had the chance of ruling over England, nay Europe&lt;br /&gt;within the next hundred years, it could be Islam." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have always held the religion of Muhammad in high estimation&lt;br /&gt;because of its wonderful vitality. It is the only religion, which appears&lt;br /&gt;to me to possess that assimilating capacity to the changing phase of&lt;br /&gt;existence, which can make itself appeal to every age. I have studied him - the&lt;br /&gt;wonderful man and in my opinion for from being an anti-Christ, he must be&lt;br /&gt;called the Savior of Humanity." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I believe that if a man like him were to assume the dictatorship of&lt;br /&gt;the modern world he would succeed in solving its problems in a way that&lt;br /&gt;would bring it the much needed peace and happiness: I have prophesied&lt;br /&gt;about the faith of Muhammad that it would be acceptable to the Europe of&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow as it is beginning to be acceptable to the Europe of today." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sir George Bernard Shaw in 'The Genuine Islam,' Vol. 1, No. 8,&lt;br /&gt;1936.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was by far the most remarkable man that ever set foot on this earth. He&lt;br /&gt;preached a religion, founded a state, built a nation, laid down a moral&lt;br /&gt;code, initiated numerous social and political reforms, established a&lt;br /&gt;powerful and dynamic society to practice and represent his teachings and&lt;br /&gt;completely revolutionized the worlds of human thought and behavior for all&lt;br /&gt;times to come. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"HIS NAME IS MUHAMMAD"&lt;br /&gt;May Peace of God Be Upon Him (pbuh) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was born in Arabia in the year 570 C.E. (common era), started his&lt;br /&gt;mission of preaching the religion of Truth, Islam (submission to One God)&lt;br /&gt;at the age of forty and departed from this world at the age of&lt;br /&gt;sixty-three.&lt;br /&gt;During this short period of 23 years of his Prophethood, he changed the&lt;br /&gt;complete Arabian peninsula from paganism and idolatry to worship of One&lt;br /&gt;God, from tribal quarrels and wars to national solidarity and cohesion,&lt;br /&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;drunkenness and debauchery to sobriety and piety, from lawlessness and&lt;br /&gt;anarchy to disciplined living, from utter bankruptcy to the highest&lt;br /&gt;standards of moral excellence. Human history has never known such a&lt;br /&gt;complete&lt;br /&gt;transformation of a people or a place before or since - and IMAGINE all&lt;br /&gt;these unbelievable wonders in JUST OVER TWO DECADES. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MICHAEL H. HART in his recently published book on ratings of men who&lt;br /&gt;contributed towards the benefit and upliftment of mankind writes: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My choice of Muhammad to lead the list of the world's most influential&lt;br /&gt;persons may surprise some readers and may be questioned by&lt;br /&gt;others, but he was the only man in history who was supremely successful on&lt;br /&gt;both the religious and secular levels." (M.H. Hart, THE 100: A RANKING OF&lt;br /&gt;THE MOST INFLUENTIAL PERSONS IN HISTORY, New York, 1978, p. 33) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lamar tine the renowned historian speaking on the essentials of human&lt;br /&gt;greatness wonders:&lt;br /&gt;"If greatness of purpose, smallness of means and astounding results are&lt;br /&gt;the three criteria of human genius, who could dare to compare any great&lt;br /&gt;man in modern history with Muhammad? The most famous men created arms,&lt;br /&gt;laws&lt;br /&gt;and empires only. They founded, if anything at all, no more than material&lt;br /&gt;powers which often crumbled away before their eyes. This man moved not&lt;br /&gt;only armies, legislation, empires, peoples and dynasties, but millions of&lt;br /&gt;men in one-third of the then inhabited world; and more than that, he moved the&lt;br /&gt;altars, the gods, the religions, the ideas, the beliefs and souls.... his&lt;br /&gt;forbearance in victory, his ambition, which was entirely devoted to one&lt;br /&gt;idea and in no manner striving for an empire; his endless prayers, his&lt;br /&gt;mystic conversations with God, his death and his triumph after death; all&lt;br /&gt;these attest not to an imposture but to a firm conviction which gave him&lt;br /&gt;the power to restore a dogma. This dogma was two-fold, the unity of God&lt;br /&gt;and the immateriality of God; the former telling what God is, the latter telling&lt;br /&gt;what God is not; the one overthrowing false gods with the sword, the other&lt;br /&gt;starting an idea with the words. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Philosopher, orator, apostle, legislator, warrior, conqueror of ideas,&lt;br /&gt;restorer of rational dogmas, of a cult without images, the founder of&lt;br /&gt;twenty terrestrial empires and of one spiritual empire, that is MUHAMMAD.&lt;br /&gt;As regards all the standards by which Human Greatness may be measured, we&lt;br /&gt;may well ask, IS THERE ANY MAN GREATER THAN HE?"&lt;br /&gt;(Lamar tine, HISTOIRE DE LA TURQUIE, Paris, 1854, Vol. II, pp&lt;br /&gt;276-277) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world has had its share of great personalities. But these were&lt;br /&gt;one-sided figures who distinguished themselves in but one or two fields,&lt;br /&gt;such as religious thought or military leadership. The lives and teachings&lt;br /&gt;of these great personalities of the world are shrouded in the mist of time.&lt;br /&gt;There is so much speculation about the time and place of their birth, the&lt;br /&gt;mode and style of their life, the nature and detail of their teachings and&lt;br /&gt;the degree and measure of their success or failure that it is impossible&lt;br /&gt;for humanity to reconstruct accurately the lives and teachings of these men.&lt;br /&gt;Not so this man. Muhammad (pbuh) accomplished so much in such diverse&lt;br /&gt;fields of human thought and behavior in the fullest blaze of human&lt;br /&gt;history. Every detail of his private life and public utterances has been&lt;br /&gt;accurately documented and faithfully preserved to our day. The&lt;br /&gt;authenticities of the record so preserved are vouched for not only by the&lt;br /&gt;faithful followers but also even by his prejudiced critics.&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad (pbuh) was a religious teacher, a social reformer, a moral guide,&lt;br /&gt;an administrative colossus, a faithful friend, a wonderful companion, a&lt;br /&gt;devoted husband, a loving father - all in one. No other man in history&lt;br /&gt;ever excelled or equaled him in any of these different aspects of life -&lt;br /&gt;but it was only for the selfless personality of Muhammad (pbuh) to achieve&lt;br /&gt;such incredible perfections. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAHATMA GANDHI Speaking on the character of Muhammad, (pbuh) says in&lt;br /&gt;YOUNG INDIA:&lt;br /&gt;"I wanted to know the best of one who holds today's undisputed sway over&lt;br /&gt;the hearts of millions of mankind.... I became more than convinced that it&lt;br /&gt;was not the sword that won a place for Islam in those days in the scheme&lt;br /&gt;of life. It was the rigid simplicity, the utter self-effacement of the&lt;br /&gt;Prophet, the scrupulous regard for his pledges, his intense devotion to&lt;br /&gt;this friends and followers, his intrepidity, his fearlessness, his&lt;br /&gt;absolute trust in God and in his own mission. These and not the sword&lt;br /&gt;carried everything before them and surmounted every obstacle. When I&lt;br /&gt;closed the 2nd volume (of the Prophet's biography), &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was sorry there was not more for me to read of&lt;br /&gt;the great life." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THOMAS CALYLE in his HEROES AND HEROWORSHIP, was simply amazed as&lt;br /&gt;to: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How one man single-handedly, could weld warring tribes and wandering&lt;br /&gt;Bedouins into a most powerful and civilized nation in less than&lt;br /&gt;two decades." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The lies (Western slander) which well-meaning zeal has heaped round this&lt;br /&gt;man (Muhammad) are disgraceful to ourselves only." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A silent great soul, one of that who cannot but be earnest. He was to&lt;br /&gt;kindle the world, the world's Maker had ordered so." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DIWAN CHAND SHARMA wrote: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Muhammad was the soul of kindness, and his influence was felt and never&lt;br /&gt;forgotten by those around him."&lt;br /&gt;(D.C. Sharma, THE PROPHETS OF THE EAST, Calcutta, 1935, pp. 12) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;EDWARD GIBBON and SIMON OCKLEY speaking on the profession of ISLAM&lt;br /&gt;write:&lt;br /&gt;"'I BELIEVE IN ONE GOD, AND MAHOMET, AN APOSTLE OF GOD' is the simple and&lt;br /&gt;invariable profession of Islam. The intellectual image of the&lt;br /&gt;Deity has never been degraded by any visible idol; the honor of the&lt;br /&gt;Prophet has never transgressed the measure of human virtues; and his&lt;br /&gt;living precepts have restrained the gratitude of his disciples within the&lt;br /&gt;bounds of reason&lt;br /&gt;and religion."&lt;br /&gt;(HISTORY OF THE SARACEN EMPIRES, London, 1870, p. 54) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muhammad (pbuh) was nothing more or less than a human being. But he was a&lt;br /&gt;man with a noble mission, which was to unite humanity on the worship of&lt;br /&gt;ONE and ONLY ONE GOD and to teach them the way to honest and upright&lt;br /&gt;living based on the commands of God. He always described himself as, 'A&lt;br /&gt;Servant and Messenger of God,' and so indeed every action of his&lt;br /&gt;proclaimed to be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The famous poetess of India,&lt;br /&gt;SAROJINI NAIDU says: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It was the first religion that preached and practiced democracy; for, in&lt;br /&gt;the mosque, when the call for prayer is sounded and worshippers are&lt;br /&gt;gathered together, the democracy of Islam is embodied five times a day&lt;br /&gt;when&lt;br /&gt;the peasant and king kneel side by side and proclaim: 'God Alone is&lt;br /&gt;Great'... I have been struck over and over again by this indivisible unity&lt;br /&gt;of Islam that makes man instinctively a brother."&lt;br /&gt;(S. Naidu, IDEALS OF ISLAM, vide Speeches &amp; Writings, Madras, 1918, p. 169) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the words of PROF. URGRONJE: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The league of nations founded by the prophet of Islam put the principle&lt;br /&gt;of international unity and human brotherhood on such universal&lt;br /&gt;foundations as to show candle to other nations." He continues: "The fact&lt;br /&gt;is that no nation of the world can show a parallel to what Islam has done&lt;br /&gt;towards the realization of the idea of the League of Nations."&lt;br /&gt;The world has not hesitated to raise to divinity, individuals whose lives&lt;br /&gt;and missions have been lost in legend. Historically speaking, none of&lt;br /&gt;these legends achieved even a fraction of what Muhammad (pbuh)&lt;br /&gt;accomplished. And all his striving was for the sole purpose of uniting&lt;br /&gt;mankind for the worship of One God on the codes of moral excellence.&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad (pbuh) or his followers never at any time claimed that he was a&lt;br /&gt;Son of God or the God-incarnate or a man with divinity - but he always was&lt;br /&gt;and is even today considered as only a Messenger chosen by God. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;K. S. RAMAKRISHNA RAO, an Indian Professor of Philosophy in his&lt;br /&gt;booklet,&lt;br /&gt;"Muhammad, The Prophet of Islam," calls him the "PERFECT MODEL FOR&lt;br /&gt;HUMAN LIFE." Prof. Ramakrishna Rao explains his point by saying:&lt;br /&gt;"The personality of Muhammad, it is most difficult to get into the whole&lt;br /&gt;truth of&lt;br /&gt;it. Only a glimpse of it I can catch. What a dramatic succession of&lt;br /&gt;picturesque scenes! There is Muhammad, the Prophet. There is Muhammad, the&lt;br /&gt;Warrior; Muhammad, the Businessman; Muhammad, the Statesman; Muhammad, the&lt;br /&gt;Orator; Muhammad, the Reformer; Muhammad, the Refuge of Orphans; Muhammad,&lt;br /&gt;the Protector of Slaves; Muhammad, the Emancipator of Women; Muhammad, the&lt;br /&gt;Judge; Muhammad, the Saint. All in all these magnificent roles, in all&lt;br /&gt;these departments of human activities, he is alike a hero."&lt;br /&gt;Today after a lapse of fourteen centuries, the life and teachings of&lt;br /&gt;MUHAMMAD (pbuh) have survived without the slightest loss, alteration or&lt;br /&gt;interpolation. They offer the same undying hope for treating mankind's&lt;br /&gt;many&lt;br /&gt;ills, which they did when he was alive. This is not a claim of Muhammad's&lt;br /&gt;(pbuh) followers but also the inescapable conclusion forced upon by a&lt;br /&gt;critical and unbiased history. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The least YOU could do as thinking and concerned human being is to stop&lt;br /&gt;for a moment and ask yourself: Could these statements sounding so&lt;br /&gt;extraordinary and revolutionary be really true? And supposing they really&lt;br /&gt;are true and you did not know this man MUHAMMAD (pbuh) or hear about him,&lt;br /&gt;isn't it time you responded to this tremendous challenge and put in some effort to know him?&lt;br /&gt;It will cost you nothing but it may prove to be the beginning of a&lt;br /&gt;completely new era in your life.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Since today is the first day of Ramadhan, I'd like to wish everyone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Selamat Menjalani Ibadah Puasa!&lt;/underline&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/6808376-109782440838758682?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/109782440838758682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=109782440838758682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109782440838758682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109782440838758682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-proud-to-be-muslim.html' title='I&apos;m proud to be a Muslim'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-109636076100243077</id><published>2004-09-28T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T16:39:21.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Season Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/carmabell/1093305047_eenkawaii2.jpg" border="0" alt="xcn"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're a Spring. 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Never had time to change it, perhaps never bothered. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I've already corrected the link, so it's viewable. Those interested, can also &lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/?id=4287531729&amp;code=11970725&amp;amp;amp;amp;mode=invite&amp;cmp=EMC-AlbumInvite" target="_blank"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-109584393717322431?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/109584393717322431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=109584393717322431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109584393717322431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109584393717322431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/09/wrong-link-p.html' title='Wrong link :p'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-109514467395799918</id><published>2004-09-14T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T14:54:41.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath</title><content type='html'>So, what happened yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like my baby turned out all right at the end of the day, 'cept for a slight bump on his forehead, which he got while playing 'cak cak' with my hubby. Once when my hubby cak, he kinda had a fright and in his excitement knocked his head against the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's nothing out of the extraordinary; all babies will, at one point in time (normally more often) either fall or knock their heads or injure themselves in one way or another. That's how life works. That's no way we can totally prevent these things from happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with that said, I declare that my hubby has passed the &lt;em&gt;True Test of Fatherhood&lt;/em&gt; with flying colours. He even learnt something from yesterday. He now knows how difficult it is for me if I'm doing all the work in the house while looking after a baby and he has promised that he will help out more often.....yeay! good for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to more depressing issues....FRIENDS is over!!!! *bawls* Gosh, I just can't believe it, my most favourite sitcom in the world won't have any more new season. After 10 years of wonderful seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/friends.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live everyday just to watch FRIENDS on Monday nights.&lt;br /&gt;And to see Joey make a fool of himself.&lt;br /&gt;And to see Chandler spout lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;And to see Monica obsess and organize.&lt;br /&gt;And to see Phoebe creating her impromtu songs.&lt;br /&gt;And to see Rachel always her fashionable self.&lt;br /&gt;And to see Ross with his dinasours....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Monday nights will no longer be the same. Hope TCS shows reruns of all the previous seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending was great, there were a lot of mixed emotions...sad, happy, not to forget funny...and just plain TOUCHING...it was soo sooo touching. And yeah, of course I cried, silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-109514467395799918?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/109514467395799918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=109514467395799918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109514467395799918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109514467395799918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/09/aftermath.html' title='The Aftermath'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-109505094699854891</id><published>2004-09-13T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T12:49:06.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone @ Home with Daddy</title><content type='html'>Today my hubby will be sitting through the True Test of Fatherhood. He is currently alone at home with my baby. *thinking abt that Will Smith Song* (Wat's it called? Just you and me?) *scratches head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my MIL can't look after Mikail today and since my hubby is not working, he's left with no choice. *evil laugh* Well, I just have this to say...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S ABOUT TIME MY DEAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of that, you have my full vote of confidence. I know you can do it, u're just plain LAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my hubby told me that the moment the little tyke woke up, he was looking for me. He kept saying "Mama, mama, mama...". And he actually crawled to each and every room searching for me. Awww...my heart's melting. Tho' at times he truly tests my patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's see how things turn out at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-109505094699854891?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/109505094699854891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=109505094699854891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109505094699854891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109505094699854891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/09/alone-home-with-daddy.html' title='Alone @ Home with Daddy'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-109472432519062728</id><published>2004-09-09T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T18:05:25.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warmth of the sun</title><content type='html'>I was on the way home yesterday on the SLE when I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/Sunrays.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful! So panaromic! Eventhough there was a huge gigantic cloud covering the sun, you can see the sun's rays reaching out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pic is blurry coz I used my Nokia 7250 to capture it, pic resolution is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-109472432519062728?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/109472432519062728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=109472432519062728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109472432519062728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109472432519062728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/09/warmth-of-sun.html' title='Warmth of the sun'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-109452072263307983</id><published>2004-09-07T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T09:32:02.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzzzzzzz </title><content type='html'>I'M.FALLING. ASLEEP. AT. MY. DESK.....zzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;*opens eyes sleepily and thinks about pile of work to do*&lt;br /&gt;*closes eyes again*&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-109452072263307983?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/109452072263307983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=109452072263307983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109452072263307983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109452072263307983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/09/zzzzzzzzz.html' title='Zzzzzzzzz '/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-109431597906889384</id><published>2004-09-05T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T00:39:39.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Saturday</title><content type='html'>Last Sat, Eryanta's family and mine were supposed to meet up for a picnic at East Coast. Instead, we "picnicked" at my house and later Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two babies, born a month apart...matchmade by the ever-so-thoughtful parents :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/MikailDeliaathome.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eryanta with Mikail, n me with Adelia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/UsinMiksrm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all set and ready to go. My hands almost gave up under the weight of the two kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/Mewith2kids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our families, posing in front of the Merlion. Mikail already lulled to sleep by the sound of the waves...yeah, right! More like from sheer exhaustion...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/Sitisfamily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/Myfamily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filched these photos from Eryanta since I didn't bring my digicam...thanks gal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-109431597906889384?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/109431597906889384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=109431597906889384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109431597906889384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109431597906889384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/09/last-saturday.html' title='Last Saturday'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-109322780341827579</id><published>2004-08-23T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T14:49:01.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Up and Away!</title><content type='html'>Finally, after 2 weeks ++ of no updates, today I will post a short and to-the-point entry. No time for fancy stuff....hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Genting album is ready, so for any interested parties, you can &lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/?id=4285912547&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;code=11417803&amp;mode=invite&amp;amp;cmp=EMC-AlbumInvite" target="blank"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm giving a shout out to &lt;a href="http://stickychewychocoholic.blogspot.com" target="blank"&gt;my sis&lt;/a&gt;. Welcome to the blogging world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and before I forget...Mikail is 10 mths old today. Just 2 more months and he'll be a year old! How time flies! Happy 10 mths sunshine! Mama &amp; Papa lup u so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/IMGP0823.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some updates on my cute lil mischevious rascal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a id="4285912547&amp;amp;code=" mode="invite&amp;cmp="&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's still crawling...he crawls very fast as if he has no time to waste! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's climbing EVERYWHERE! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's standing with help from a support like a table or human being, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has one teeth on top, halfway out. Another teeth beside just breaking through the gums&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's very noisy, even when he plays on his own&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves to growl..yup GROWL, no kidding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a id="4285912547&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;code=" mode="invite&amp;amp;cmp="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-109322780341827579?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/109322780341827579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=109322780341827579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109322780341827579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109322780341827579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/08/up-up-and-away.html' title='Up Up and Away!'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-109176483614661786</id><published>2004-08-06T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T12:00:36.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays! </title><content type='html'>It's Friday again! Time to PPPAAAARRRRTTTYYY! Esp with the long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi going to Genting tomorrow with my family.  So excited. Can't wait to take the rides, love thrill rides...hehe, I sound like a 10-yr old....ahaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore haven't been on a holiday since my honeymoon. That was like one and a half years ago. Hey, I deserve this break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing that's dampening my spirit a bit is my baby (the big one) can't come along coz he couldn't take leave. That's the problem with shift work, when everyone else are on holiday, they have to work...poor hubby. I'm gonna miss him a lot. He's gonna be alone on Sunday and Monday without Mikail &amp; me to keep him company...dun miss us too much ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know wassup with THE HOUSE? Well, THE HOUSE just decided to spring on us a GAS LEAK.  *banging my head on the wall* Tak habis2 ke problem?? Bila nak pindah seh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best is, the pipe that's leaking is behind a cornice *bangs head harder*...&lt;br /&gt;SO, the contractor has to bring it down, repair the leak and patch back the cornice..bbleeaagggh&lt;br /&gt;Dunno how much &lt;em&gt;that's&lt;/em&gt; gonna cost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni'way dun wanna think too much on that...nothing's gonna spoil my weekend getaway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C ya next week peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-109176483614661786?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/109176483614661786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=109176483614661786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109176483614661786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109176483614661786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/08/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays! '/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-109141533543847230</id><published>2004-07-31T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T13:41:54.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love Shack (pun intended) </title><content type='html'>Ok peeps, I'm taking y'all on a guided tour of my new home. Fasten your seatbelts please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/Pebblewash.jpg" /&gt;The pebblewash entrance before it was polished(kinda regret this coz my son can't crawl on such a rough surface)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/hall.jpg" /&gt; The hall. Should have swtiched on the lights before I took the pic. A bit dark huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/glasspartition.jpg" /&gt; The wood and glass partition at the kitchen entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/IMGP0781.jpg" /&gt; The new spanky kitchen cabinets. Oops I can see the cloth rag on the table top...what a GREAT camerawoman I make *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/roomcorridor.jpg" /&gt; The corridor outside the bedrooms. The bedroom with the open door is the masterbedroom. There are 2 more bedrooms and a study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/IMGP0785.jpg" /&gt; Entrance to master toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/IMGP0784.jpg" /&gt; The bathtub where I can relax and pamper myself. Now I don't need to go to a hotel just to get the chance to soak...yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly me forgot to take pics of the rooms...so just wait for the housewarming ok. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-109141533543847230?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/109141533543847230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=109141533543847230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109141533543847230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109141533543847230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/07/love-shack-pun-intended.html' title='The Love Shack (pun intended) &lt;img src=&quot;http://www.click-smilies.de/sammlung0304/aetsch/cheeky-smiley-010.gif&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-109117329321722935</id><published>2004-07-30T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T15:53:47.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promise to do my best&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To do my duty to God&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To serve my country&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to help other people&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to keep the Guide's (?) law&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Errrr....where did that come from? Must be from some unused part of my almost-dead brain. heheh. Anyone else remember that promise that we Guides have to say while sticking out our&amp;nbsp;2 fingers of the right hand at the side of the shoulder? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;But anyway,&amp;nbsp;that's not actually what I'm gonna promise... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Ok,&amp;nbsp;I swear&amp;nbsp;to upload my house pics these weekend, defects and all.... &lt;br /&gt;PROVIDED the oh-so-slow dial up doesn't hang on me while I'm studiously trying to upload the pics just so I can post on my blog for my fellow bloggers to see &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;How, good enuff? I try my very the best okies.... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, some interesting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/Readingtest.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-109117329321722935?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/109117329321722935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=109117329321722935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109117329321722935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109117329321722935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-promise.html' title='I promise...'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-109048923904838958</id><published>2004-07-22T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T17:44:12.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Velcro Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I first saw the title, I thought, hmm, maybe the baby has a lot of baby stuffs like toys, etc. that uses velcro to stick it together... duuuhhh..how dumb can that be? :) Of coz I was wrong...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What babycentre meant by that was this:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you asked many babies of this age what their ideal world would be like -- and they could tell you -- their answer would probably be a world in which their primary caregiver never, ever left their side. Some people call these babies clingy, others call them demanding... and they are demanding. If you leave the room to go to the loo, they cry piteously. If you go into the garden to hang out some laundry, they whine until you come back. If your baby is like this, remember that the best ways of helping him through this anxious phase are to understand his concerns: he really, truly does not know if you will ever come back, once you are out of his sight. To help him feel confident about your coming and going, and to reassure him that you will always come back, never slip away when he isn't looking. If he knows that you could vanish at any moment, he may well become even more anxious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually, I got this email from them abt 2 weeks back and my baby Mikail was already a &lt;em&gt;Velcro baby&lt;/em&gt; by then. He still is!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good thing that comes out from this is that I know my baby knows me and loves me and couldn't bear to be without me for a second! If that doesn't feel you up with a sense of accomplishment as a mother, overflowing love for you child and sadness that you're leaving him for the time being, I dunno what will. Gosh, I love my son sooo much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yep, I'm trying to squeeze in an entry for today despite being soo biiizzzeee...shhh, dun tell my boss.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-109048923904838958?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/109048923904838958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=109048923904838958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109048923904838958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109048923904838958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/07/velcro-baby.html' title='The Velcro Baby'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-109048402416429512</id><published>2004-07-21T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T17:43:08.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biizzzeee Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm gonna bee very the bizzee for the next few weeks *sigh*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Huge pile of work just came in for me, damn!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Seems like&amp;nbsp;this new&amp;nbsp;job can either be really the free or really the busy...really extreme man!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So forgive me if I don't tag and don't update that often. Besides my work, my new house is another headache...actually not my house, but the bloody contractor.&amp;nbsp;I hope to&amp;nbsp;shift this weekend, insya allah ..so excited! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-109048402416429512?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/109048402416429512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=109048402416429512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109048402416429512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/109048402416429512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/07/biizzzeee-bee.html' title='Biizzzeee Bee'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-108985903168736669</id><published>2004-07-15T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T10:37:11.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool cool morning</title><content type='html'>*yawn* Wish I was in bed. Wish my baby is beside me. Wish I'm not at my desk typing this entry. *yawn* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a nice day to sleep in...but well, I'm not so hard up over it coz today is like Friday for me. :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz tomorrow I'm on leave. Yipppeee do da day! And Monday too...yippee again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikea here I come! Tomorrow I'm gonna buy stuff for the house *thinks of what to buy*. I hope I don't overspend...but technically I dun have to care coz it's my hubby's money...keeekekkeke. He just got his bonus mah, while poor me is almost the broke coz it's mid-month....grrrrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-108985903168736669?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/108985903168736669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=108985903168736669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108985903168736669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108985903168736669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/07/cool-cool-morning.html' title='Cool cool morning'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-108968889565728084</id><published>2004-07-13T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T11:21:35.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy happy me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.yourchillin.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.yourchillin.com/images/quizsmilie_happybunch.gif width=351 height=134 border=0 alt=http://www.yourchillin.com&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.yourchillin.com&gt;&lt;font face=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&gt;What smilie are you? Take the test!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-108968889565728084?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/108968889565728084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=108968889565728084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108968889565728084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108968889565728084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/07/happy-happy-me.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Happy happy me&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-108934236217592498</id><published>2004-07-09T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T11:54:39.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAAAHHHOOOO!!!</title><content type='html'>It's FRIDAY FRIDAY Fr Fr Fr Fr FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/greatday_1.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-108934236217592498?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/108934236217592498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=108934236217592498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108934236217592498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108934236217592498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/07/yaaahhhoooo.html' title='YAAAHHHOOOO!!!'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-108902038285579052</id><published>2004-07-05T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T09:06:17.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those were the days</title><content type='html'>Reading this email brought back those almost forgotten memories of the primary &amp; secondary school dayz....kehkehkehkeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For those who born in the 70s and 80s. Fond memories......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You grew up watching He-man, MASK, Transformers, Silver Hawk and Mickey&lt;br /&gt;Mouse. Not to forget, Ninja turtles, My Little Pony and Smurfs too. &lt;strong&gt;---&gt; I remember Chipmunks too!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You grew up brushing your teeth with a mug in Primary school during&lt;br /&gt;recess time. You will squat by a drain with all your classmates beside you,&lt;br /&gt;and brush your teeth with a coloured mug.The teachers&lt;br /&gt;said you must brush each side 10 times too.&lt;br /&gt;3. You know what SBC stands for. &lt;br /&gt;4. You pay 40 cents for Chocolate or Strawberry MILK every week in class.&lt;br /&gt;5. You watch a very popular Malay dubbed Japanese drama on RTM1 about&lt;br /&gt;schoolgirls who possess powerful skills in volleyball called Meoro Attack. &lt;strong&gt;---&gt; I so remember this! Me and my sis would sit religiously in front of the google box every afternoon :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You find your friends with pagers and handphone cool in Secondary&lt;br /&gt;school.&lt;br /&gt;7. SBS buses used to be non-airconditioned. The bus seats are made of wood&lt;br /&gt;and the cushion is red. The big red bell gives a loud BEEP! when pressed.&lt;br /&gt;There are colourful tickets forTIBS buses.The conductor will check for&lt;br /&gt;tickets by using a machine which punches a hole in the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;8. Envelopes given to us to donate to Sharity Elephant every Children's&lt;br /&gt;Day.&lt;br /&gt;9. You've probably read Young Generation magazine.You know who's Vinny the&lt;br /&gt;little vampire and Acai the constable. &lt;strong&gt;---&gt; I think now these young kids are probably reading Reader's Digest?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You were there when they first introduced MRT here. You went for the&lt;br /&gt;first ride with your parents and you would kneel on the seat to see the&lt;br /&gt;scenery.&lt;br /&gt;11. Movie tickets used to cost only $3.50. &lt;strong&gt;---&gt; should have taken advantage of this back then, but that time still innocent mah...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Gals are fascinated by Strawberry Short Cake and Barbie Dolls.&lt;br /&gt;13. You learn to laugh like The Count in Sesame Street.&lt;br /&gt;14. You longed to buy tibits called Kaka (20 cents per pack), and Ding Dang&lt;br /&gt;(50 cents per box), that had a toy in it and it changes every week not&lt;br /&gt;forgetting the 15 cents animal crackers and the ring pop, where the&lt;br /&gt;lollipop is the diamond on the ring.&lt;br /&gt;16. You watched TV2 (also known as Channel 10) cartoons because Channel 5&lt;br /&gt;never had enough cartoons for you.&lt;br /&gt;16. Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, The Three Investigators, Famous Five and Secret&lt;br /&gt;Seven are probably the thickest story books you ever thought you have read.&lt;br /&gt;Even Sweet Valley High and Malory Towers. &lt;strong&gt;---&gt; Sweet Valley High!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. KFC used to be a high class restaurant that serve food in plates and&lt;br /&gt;let you use metal forks and knives.&lt;br /&gt;18. The most vulgar thing you said was asshole and idiot and THE MOST&lt;br /&gt;EXTREME WAS 'super white'...you just couldn't bring yourself to say the&lt;br /&gt;hokkien relative. &lt;strong&gt;---&gt; hhhmmm, I dun get the super white thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Catching was the IN thing and twist as the magic word.&lt;br /&gt;20. Your English workbooks was made of some damn poor quality paper that&lt;br /&gt;was smooth and yellow.&lt;br /&gt;21. CDIS were your bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;22. The only computer lessons in school involved funny pixellised&lt;br /&gt;characters in 16 colours walking about trying to teach you maths.&lt;br /&gt;23. Waterbottles were slinged around your neck and a must everywhere you&lt;br /&gt;go.&lt;br /&gt;24. Boys loved to play soccer with small plastic balls in the basketball&lt;br /&gt;court.&lt;br /&gt;25. Teng-teng, five stones, chapteh, hentam bola and zero point were all&lt;br /&gt;the rage with the girls and boys too...&lt;br /&gt;26. Science was fun with the balsam and the angsana being the most&lt;br /&gt;important plants of our lives, guppies and swordtail being the most&lt;br /&gt;important fish. &lt;br /&gt;27. Who can forget Ahmad, Bala, Sumei and John, eternalized in our minds&lt;br /&gt;from the textbooks. Even Mr Wally &amp; Mr. Yakki. What abt Miss Lala??? And&lt;br /&gt;Zaki and Tini in Malay Textbooks? &lt;br /&gt;28. We carry out experiments of our own to get ourself badges for being a&lt;br /&gt;Young Zoologist/Botanist etc. &lt;br /&gt;29. Every Children's day and National day you either get pins or pens with&lt;br /&gt;'Happy Children's Day 1993' or dumb files with 'Happy National Day 1994'.&lt;br /&gt;30. In Primary six you had to play buddy for the younger kids like big&lt;br /&gt;sister and brother.&lt;br /&gt;31. We wear BM2000, BATA, or Pallas shoes.&lt;br /&gt;32. Your form teacher taught you Maths, Science and English.&lt;br /&gt;33. The worksheets were made of brown rough paper of poor quality.&lt;br /&gt;34. You went to school in slippers and a raincoat when it rained, and you&lt;br /&gt;find a dry spot in the school to sit down, dry your feet, and wear your dry&lt;br /&gt;and warm socks and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;35. School dismissal time was normally around 1 pm. &lt;strong&gt;---&gt; thank god we didn't have that many extra lessons bakc then&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. There would be spelling tests and mental sums to do almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;37. Your friends considered you lucky and rich if your parents gave you $3&lt;br /&gt;or more for pocket money everyday. &lt;strong&gt;---&gt; I'm not one of the rich ones... :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. You see Wee Kim Wee's face in the school hall.&lt;br /&gt;39. You freak out when the teacher tells you to line up according to height&lt;br /&gt;and hold hands with the corresponding boy or girl. &lt;br /&gt;40. Boys like to catch fighting spiders.&lt;br /&gt;41. Collecting and battling erasers was a pastime for boys. ---&gt; the games we invent when we're bored...sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;42. Autograph books were loaded with "Best Wishes", "Forget Me Not", and&lt;br /&gt;small poems like "Bird fly high, hard to catch.Friend like you, hard to&lt;br /&gt;forget".&lt;br /&gt;43. Class monitors and prefects loved to say "You talk somemore, I write&lt;br /&gt;your name ah!"&lt;br /&gt;44. There were at least 40 people in one class.&lt;br /&gt;45. Large, colourful schoolbags were carried. ---&gt; translated as "big and ugly"&lt;br /&gt;50. You brought every single book to school, even though there was one&lt;br /&gt;thing called the timetable. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-108902038285579052?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/108902038285579052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=108902038285579052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108902038285579052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108902038285579052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/07/those-were-days.html' title='Those were the days'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-108840380111742178</id><published>2004-06-28T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T14:23:21.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching some zzzzzs</title><content type='html'>Ever saw anyone sleep on a bike before? No no not the rider, but the pillon..duh! The answer is staring you right in the face...it's yours truly of cos *sheepish smile*. Yup, I'm so guilty of this transgression. My hubby puts up with it once in a while but at times it really pisses him off. Like this morning...shucks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I wanna sleep you know. I guess it's a habit I cultivated when I was pregnant. You know how it is with pregnancy...at work I don't feel tired, but on the ride home, especially the long ride back to Woodlands, I'll be nodding off in the middle of the journey. So now I'm so used to sleeping on the bike, that I just can't control my eyes from shutting. Gosh, I need help. Any suggestions anyone???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that really drives my hubby crazy is the fact that at times I tend to knock my helmet against the back of his when I'm sleeping. It gives him a shock sometimes, and makes him lose concentration on riding. Yup, it's so dangerous. I know, I know. What's more dangerous is when I swing to the sides... I guess my hubby does have a right to get angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why we need a car....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyone with suggestions on how to help me stay awake please please please share them with me okie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-108840380111742178?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/108840380111742178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=108840380111742178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108840380111742178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108840380111742178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/06/catching-some-zzzzzs.html' title='Catching some zzzzzs'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-108827213237927470</id><published>2004-06-27T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T12:40:08.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Awaited Pics</title><content type='html'>Gosh, it took me so long to get this in, I'm sorry. Had trouble with uploading and been too busy at work to find a solution. (Pssst Hana, I dunno where to upload the pics in ourworld). Tried again today and hey it works! So, here I present the 2 pics that we took when we visited Suzie on Saturday, the day before her sanding. But the 2nd pic seem quite dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/Suziegrppic.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/IMGP0608.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6 of us &amp; 2 babies    &lt;br /&gt;Bibs &amp; Ilyas, Me &amp; Mikail &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-108827213237927470?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/108827213237927470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=108827213237927470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108827213237927470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108827213237927470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/06/long-awaited-pics.html' title='The Long Awaited Pics'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-108796366475512527</id><published>2004-06-23T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T14:08:28.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MANGO SALE</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;img src=http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/MNGlogo.gif&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you MNG Addicts! Mango's having sale! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When? 25th June, Friday&lt;br /&gt;Where? At all Isetan outlets and MNG boutiques. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day only! Discounts from 10 - 50%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isetan cardholders get further 3% disct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go apply leave today! heheh... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-108796366475512527?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/108796366475512527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=108796366475512527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108796366475512527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108796366475512527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/06/mango-sale.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MANGO SALE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-108781217805035385</id><published>2004-06-21T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T18:02:58.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor baby</title><content type='html'>Mikail was sick during the weekend. His bout of fever was quite bad. At it's peak, it actually reached 39.2 degrees, which is considered high fever. I was on urgent leave on Friday coz he came down with fever during the wee hours on Friday morning. He had actually shown some symptoms that day by refusing to eat and a little bit of cough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought him to the doc but the normal doc wasn't around. Instead some lady doctor made us wait for so long coz she was checking each patient "so thoroughly"...hmmph. My poor baby had to gulp down so much medicine that he threw up a couple of times...at different times of the day, of coz. After that, he acquired a phobia of the shringe that shoots yucky medicine inside his mouth... which means we had to use force. Poor baby. After that, we tried to give different medicines on different timing, but as soon as he sees the shringe he will shut his mouth and refuse to open his tiny lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fever finally subsided on Sunday between the range of 37 to 37.5 degrees. Last night, eventho' he doesn't have fever, he kept waking up crying. We think he might be teething..but funny thing is, it's not his front teeth, but more like his gigi taring...wierd!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-108781217805035385?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/108781217805035385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=108781217805035385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108781217805035385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108781217805035385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/06/poor-baby.html' title='Poor baby'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-108726150495959386</id><published>2004-06-15T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T09:05:04.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new post</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my first day on the new position. As some of you are aware my risk management job is being outsourced to another company. Now I'm the Executive, Hotel Product. There are so many things to learn...I'm taking this positively and label it as something challenging...heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first day went ok I guess. But what was interesting was the cocktail drinks I attended at M Hotel last night. They were featured on the Today show in Australia as ZUJI's deal of the week and the response has been very good, so they invited us there for drinks. It's a nice hotel with a cosy ambience. Normally I dun go to such things but I guess for my new job, these contacts are important. But I didn't stay long coz visiting hours at KK lasted only till 8pm. I reached there like a minute before and begged the guard to let me in...hehhehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I got to see the baby, whom the father insists on calling Raul...coz he's a football freak. Raul got dimples! Sooo cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, me gotta start work already...not much time to blog. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-108726150495959386?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/108726150495959386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=108726150495959386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108726150495959386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108726150495959386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-new-post.html' title='My new post'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-108718560209978737</id><published>2004-06-14T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T12:00:02.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a boy!</title><content type='html'>My sis-in-law just gave birth at around 9.30 this morning. Another addition to the three grandsons. I can bet the future's gonna be chaotic. These boys are just one year apart from each other, which will make them great playmates indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my son's no longer the youngest. Can't wait to see the new baby. Guess I'll go after work. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-108718560209978737?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/108718560209978737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=108718560209978737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108718560209978737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108718560209978737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/06/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a boy!'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-108691921395261878</id><published>2004-06-11T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T10:00:13.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guy in bus</title><content type='html'>Hhm, somehow my phlog entry made me come across as someone "action jambu". Oops. Well, that was not my intention at all.. Actually after that guy sat down next to me I was like, shit! So I took out my hp, and see what I could do just to appear bz in case he wanted to start any conversation. So, I phlogged and send some SMSes to my designer for him to take note of some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart I was saying, please, please, please don't talk to me. I malas nak layan. Well, thank GOD he didn't. When I didn't have any more SMSes to send, I feigned sleep...I actually managed to nod off too..heh. I was aware when he alighted at his stop, so I saw him turn in-a-not-so-obvious kind of way to look...sheesh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness on some days my hubby sends me to work on his trusty RXZ...ya, we're too poor to afford a car *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-108691921395261878?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/108691921395261878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=108691921395261878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108691921395261878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108691921395261878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/06/guy-in-bus.html' title='Guy in bus'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-108684837616311950</id><published>2004-06-10T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T14:19:36.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zilch to write</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when I have nothing to write about. I share emails....Anyway, I received this email from Hoor yesterday. It's written in a cynical way that's kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I Mature&lt;br /&gt;I've&lt;br /&gt;learned that you cannot make&lt;br /&gt;someone love you. All you can do is&lt;br /&gt;stalk them and hope they panic and give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that no matter how much I care,&lt;br /&gt;some people are just assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that it takes years&lt;br /&gt;to build up trust, and it only takes&lt;br /&gt;suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that you can get by&lt;br /&gt;on charm for about fifteen minutes.&lt;br /&gt;After that, you'd better have a big willy&lt;br /&gt;or huge boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that you shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;compare yourself to others - they are&lt;br /&gt;more screwed up than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that you can keep vomiting&lt;br /&gt;long after you think you're finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that we are responsible&lt;br /&gt;for what we do, unless we are celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that regardless of&lt;br /&gt;how hot and steamy a relationship is at&lt;br /&gt;first, the passion fades, and there had better&lt;br /&gt;be a lot of money to take its place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that 99% of the time when&lt;br /&gt;something isn't working in your house, one&lt;br /&gt;of your kids did it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that the people you care most&lt;br /&gt;about in life are taken from you too soon&lt;br /&gt;and all the less important ones just never go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this along to 5 friends...trust me,&lt;br /&gt;they'll appreciate it. Who knows, maybe&lt;br /&gt;Something good will happen.&lt;br /&gt;If not...tough shit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-108684837616311950?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/108684837616311950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=108684837616311950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108684837616311950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108684837616311950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/06/zilch-to-write.html' title='Zilch to write'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-108658970792293300</id><published>2004-06-07T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T14:28:27.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to me favourite DJs?</title><content type='html'>Hey, anyone knows where the trio of Class 95's morning express went to? I tuned in this morning and heard ladies on the radio. One of them sounded like Vernetta Lopez, but not sure who's the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, were the 3 banned from radio or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-108658970792293300?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/108658970792293300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=108658970792293300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108658970792293300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108658970792293300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/06/what-happened-to-me-favourite-djs.html' title='What happened to me favourite DJs?'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-108634260574014683</id><published>2004-05-30T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T17:09:51.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In da pool</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I brought Mikail swimming. The first was when he was only abut 3 mths. He certainly enjoyed this swimming session...well, maybe only the first part. He was splashing and kicking all the time. He didn't care when he got water all over his face. It was really fun watching him. But of course the person who gets to hold him has to hold on tight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought him out when he accidentally swallowed too much water and I think some went to his nose. He started coughing and eventually vomited. Poor thing. But I reckon he still enjoyed the outing. What can I say, he's a water baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post pics a bit later k. Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/Swim3.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/Swim02.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/Image_08.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-108634260574014683?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/108634260574014683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=108634260574014683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108634260574014683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108634260574014683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/05/in-da-pool.html' title='In da pool'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-108597455816372957</id><published>2004-05-28T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T13:49:02.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T R O Y</title><content type='html'>I think this is the BEST movie I've watched this year, not because my favourite actor of all time is acting but because of the story itself. It really pulled at my heartstrings. Dunno how many tears I shed watching this movie. I came out of the the theater looking like Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer...heh. I believe it will be in the running for the Best Movie Award in the Acadamies this year and I think it should WIN, hands down. No Lord of the Rings this year man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always heard of the Trojan horse and how it was used to win a war, but watching the story actually made me understand the history much much better. Below is a summary of the movie taken from the web:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/Troy.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/Troy3.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Throughout time, men have waged war. Some for power, some for glory, some for honor – and some for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient Greece, the passion of two of literature’s most notorious lovers, Paris, Prince of Troy (ORLANDO BLOOM) and Helen (DIANE KRUGER), Queen of Sparta, ignites a war that will devastate a civilization. When Paris spirits Helen away from her husband, King Menelaus (BRENDAN GLEESON), it is an insult that cannot be suffered. Familial pride dictates that an affront to Menelaus is an affront to his brother Agamemnon (BRIAN COX), powerful King of the Mycenaeans, who soon unites all the massive tribes of Greece to steal Helen back from Troy in defense of his brother’s honor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, Agamemnon’s pursuit of honor is corrupted by his overwhelming greed – he needs to conquer Troy to seize control of the Aegean, thus ensuring the supremacy of his already vast empire. The walled city, under the leadership of King Priam (PETER O’TOOLE) and defended by mighty Prince Hector (ERIC BANA), is a citadel that no army has ever been able to breach. One man alone stands as the key to victory or defeat over Troy – Achilles (BRAD PITT), believed to be the greatest warrior alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrogant, rebellious and seemingly invincible, Achilles has allegiance to nothing and no one, save his own glory. It is his insatiable hunger for eternal renown that leads him to attack the gates of Troy under Agamemnon’s banner – but it will be love that ultimately decides his fate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two worlds will go to war for honor and power. Thousands will fall in pursuit of glory. And for love, a nation will burn to the ground.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This excerpt summarises the story very well. I couldn't have explained it better. I just luurrrve this movie man! Brad Pitt, as usual gave an exceptional performance. Luurrrve him too. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-108597455816372957?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/108597455816372957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=108597455816372957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108597455816372957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108597455816372957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/05/t-r-o-y.html' title='T R O Y'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-108562685631789572</id><published>2004-05-27T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T11:00:56.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Love Recipe</title><content type='html'>Received this in my email today. Made me smile, heh. For those who are married, you probably know this recipe by heart....for those who are not, store in your knowledge library and put to good use later. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOW TO MAKE LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;4 Laughing eyes&lt;br /&gt;4 Well-shaped legs&lt;br /&gt;4 Loving arms&lt;br /&gt;2 Firm milk containers&lt;br /&gt;2 Nuts&lt;br /&gt;1 Fur-lined mixing bowl&lt;br /&gt;1 Firm banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Look into laughing eyes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Spread well-shaped legs with loving arms.&lt;br /&gt;3. Squeeze and massage milk containers very gently.&lt;br /&gt;4. Gently add firm banana to mixing bowl, working in and out until well creamed. For best results. Continue to knead milk containers.&lt;br /&gt;5. As heat rises, plunge banana deep into mixing bowl and cover with nuts, leave to soak (preferably NOT overnight).&lt;br /&gt;6. The cake is done when banana is soft. If banana does not soften, repeat steps 3-5 or change mixing bowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;1. If you are in an unfamiliar kitchen, wash utensils carefully before and after use.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do not lick mixing bowl after use.&lt;br /&gt;3. If cake rises, leave town.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guys, PULLLLEEEZE don't take note 3 seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyone wanna use this recipe tonite? *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-108562685631789572?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/108562685631789572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=108562685631789572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108562685631789572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108562685631789572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/05/make-love-recipe.html' title='Make Love Recipe'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-108553722959863608</id><published>2004-05-26T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T10:07:09.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victoria's Secret Sale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.victoriassecret.com/"&gt;VS&lt;/a&gt; semi-annual  sale is now on! So tempting...but too bad I don't have the extra $$$...*sob sob* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time they had a clearance sale, there were good bargains. I already had a list of what to buy, but after checking the sizes and all, I was left with one miserable item that costs less than shipping cost. How pathetic was that?! Then I Asfha to see whether she wanted to buy anything and after pondering was ALSO left with ONE item. In the end, we didn't buy anything. Not worth it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u see the prices listed there, there's this perception that it's cheap but once it's converted to SGD, it's still in the high range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think this VS model is sooo gorgeous. She has this sexy smoky mysterious eyes that just captures your attention. She is one drop-dead gorgeous babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v168/zanydzf/VS_sale.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-108553722959863608?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/108553722959863608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=108553722959863608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108553722959863608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108553722959863608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/05/victorias-secret-sale.html' title='Victoria&apos;s Secret Sale!'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-108547223154383935</id><published>2004-05-25T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T16:06:24.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hack hack hack!</title><content type='html'>Just received news from my designer that the owner next door requested for us to stop the hacking for 2 days, coz ada kematian. *sigh* No choice, have to respect. Furthermore gonna be my neighbours in the future. They just started the hacking yesterday. Looks like the laying of the tiles can only be done next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-108547223154383935?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/108547223154383935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=108547223154383935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108547223154383935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108547223154383935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/05/hack-hack-hack.html' title='Hack hack hack!'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-108546909244864195</id><published>2004-05-21T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T15:29:36.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Death</title><content type='html'>My paternal grandmother passed away today. It wasn't a shocking news coz she's been sick for awhile. First it was memory loss, which is common in old age. Then she had mild stroke, followed by a more serious one. Last she had &lt;em&gt;gangrene&lt;/em&gt; (see below for definition), which resulted from her being diabetic. The gangrene caused her death. Doctors didn't wanna amputate coz they think she might not survive the op. Her days were numbered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gangrene is the term used to describe the decay or death of an organ or tissue caused by a lack of blood supply. It is a complication resulting from infectious or inflammatory processes, injury, or degenerative changes associated with chronic diseases, such as diabetes mellitus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to leave for work when my mom, sounding teary, informed me of her demise. &lt;em&gt;Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raijun&lt;/em&gt;. I was sad and a few tears escaped. Then my son woke up smiling at me. Made me smile too. But too bad I had to leave him at Woodlands with my MIL coz my mum needed my help. So I changed out of my "work clothes" to baju kurung and rushed to my parents place coz the jenazah will be brought back there and I had to help my mum get the house ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the menfolk brought her body back from CGH, they laid her on the mattress in the hall, that had been covered with a white sheet. I got my first look at her deathly pale face and felt my tears coming, but I controlled my emotions. I decided then that I wanted to help "mandikan mayat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for my aunt to get ready the things for the bathing ritual (my aunt works as the pemandi mayat), my aunties, cousins and I folded Pandan leaves and string it with flowers, for the decoration on the keranda. When it was time to bathe the body, I went into the kitchen and asked whether I can help. My aunt gladly said sure coz she needs all the help she can get, but of course not too many, coz mayat pun rasa malu jugak kan. I think altogether there were about 8 of us helping. This experience thought me some things esp cara2 mandikan mayat. It's a good knowlegde, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one moment that I recall the best was the part after the bathing ritual is completed and the jenazah is covered with cotton and kain kapan. My auntie said that we can kiss my grandma but only on her forehead, coz she'll be sore at other places. It was a very emotional moment. When each one took her turn at kissing, tears will overflow. The same happened when her body was brought back out in the hall. There were so many people, but of course only her siblings, children and grandchildren kissed her. I saw so many red noses and teary eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dzohor and sembahyang mayat, she was brought to Pusaraman to be buried. I didn't follow at first but since they left the decorations, me and my cuzz rushed after them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunts who were with her at the hospital that night said that she died peacefully in her sleep. By subuh, her breathing was much better as compared to previous days and she just went peacefully. In a way, it's better for her as well cos her suffering is over. Moga2 arwah nenek aman di alam barzakh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-108546909244864195?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/108546909244864195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=108546909244864195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108546909244864195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108546909244864195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/05/life-and-death.html' title='Life and Death'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-108494791426704564</id><published>2004-05-19T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T14:27:03.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding bells are ringing</title><content type='html'>Just received a call from Suzie, an old friend of mine from JC. She's getting married in June. It's been awhile since I last saw her. Can't wait to meet up and catch up with my galfriends. Our group of Malay gals used to be close during JC. We'd always go visiting together during Hari Raya. *sigh* That was a long time back. Now, some are married, some are married with children (like me!) and some are still enjoying their singledom (like my two very good friends). &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-108494791426704564?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/108494791426704564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=108494791426704564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108494791426704564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108494791426704564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/05/wedding-bells-are-ringing.html' title='Wedding bells are ringing'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-108357023754498256</id><published>2004-05-03T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T15:48:16.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn the virus!</title><content type='html'>Aarrgghh! My laptop has been infected by the virus which hit the world on Friday/Saturday! No wonder it kept shutting down by itself. Just when I found some free time to enhance my blog, this had to happen. Now, I would have to get advice from the IT guy after he has read up on the worm, and he would tell me what to do. I wouldn't have known there was a virus going around if the PCs at another company I was at this morning, weren't working properly. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-108357023754498256?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/108357023754498256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=108357023754498256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108357023754498256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108357023754498256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/05/damn-virus.html' title='Damn the virus!'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-108312829961495322</id><published>2004-04-28T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T13:02:34.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for jab again!</title><content type='html'>On half day today. Gotta take my baby for his injection at the poly. Hope to God he doesn't come down with fever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-108312829961495322?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/108312829961495322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=108312829961495322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108312829961495322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108312829961495322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/04/time-for-jab-again.html' title='Time for jab again!'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-108253529849664075</id><published>2004-04-21T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T16:23:54.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Health screening...yikes!</title><content type='html'>My co organized a FREE health screening today. Hhmmm, what can I say? I need to start going to the gym AGAIN! I have been remiss in keeping this body lean and mean for a couple of mths already. Need to revisit my resolution to work out at least twice a week. My body fat is like 2% above the standard body fat range for those below 30.  As a consolation, I'm telling myself that it's coz I just gave birth only abt 6 mths back...but I know I'm just deluding myself. *sigh* Blood pressure is low, no wonder I've been feeling dizzy and nauseous...thank goodness it's not what I tot it was in the first place. My hubby will be pleased to hear that....he's been so PARANOID...as per norm. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-108253529849664075?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/108253529849664075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=108253529849664075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108253529849664075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108253529849664075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/04/health-screeningyikes.html' title='Health screening...yikes!'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808376.post-108252105495948559</id><published>2004-04-21T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T16:34:16.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undecided</title><content type='html'>Yay, Siti's doing up for me my blog! But still deciding the blog skin...not sure which one to pick...&lt;br /&gt;sorry Siti, pls bear with me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808376-108252105495948559?l=zanydzf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/feeds/108252105495948559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808376&amp;postID=108252105495948559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108252105495948559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808376/posts/default/108252105495948559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanydzf.blogspot.com/2004/04/undecided.html' title='Undecided'/><author><name>zany dzf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891278854059741788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
