<?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-4736825157316230039</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:14:37.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Simple Ordinary Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-107339729068257077</id><published>2012-01-07T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T16:49:31.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2012</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since the last time I blog. What is my New Year Resolution for 2012?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To be a better muslim- I really need to pray more consistently and to learn how to read the al quran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. To be a better wife (less nagging, less moody, not too demand too much stuffs, not to sweat on small stuffs, cook more often???? etc...), mom (less yelling, be more patience, never forget to give both of them morning and night kisses etc) and daughter (to pray for mak soul, call abah more often, visit him etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To learn how to cook properly and to bake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. To find suitable kindy for Maisya and enroll her for 2013 intake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. To toilet train Maisya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. To start cleaning up the room and prepare baby stuff for the baby inside my tummy. Which estimate due date is on 10.3.2012 (My anniversary... :) I guess this will be the best anniversary present for me this year. Well, getting a Chanel handbag or a one carat diamond ring from hubby will be an additional bonus :) hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. To have a smooth labor. Hopefully, I will can stand the labor pain and do not have to take an epidural. But, I am such a chicken and hubby and been persuading me to take epidural does not help too. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. To breastfeed my baby (by d way, insyallah will be a baby boy...Alhamdullila. Now, we will have a pair, one girl and one boy) until he is atleast 2 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. To be more thankful of what Allah has bestowed upon me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. To have more ME TIME!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-107339729068257077?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107339729068257077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=107339729068257077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/107339729068257077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/107339729068257077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-2012.html' title='Happy New Year 2012'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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-4736825157316230039.post-1755161418021838927</id><published>2011-10-05T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T17:26:39.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You</title><content type='html'>I Miss You So Much Mak. I wished I had spend more time with you when you were alived. I wished I a more patience with you, I wished I had said I Love You More often, I wished I had kissed you and hugged you more often. I wished I had asked forgiveness from you. I wished I had thank you for giving birth to me, for giving me an opportunity to live in this world. I wished so many things....so many thing Mak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-1755161418021838927?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/1755161418021838927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=1755161418021838927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/1755161418021838927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/1755161418021838927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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-4736825157316230039.post-5189694371282661345</id><published>2011-10-05T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T15:31:19.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant With No 2</title><content type='html'>Alhamdullilah, now I am pregnant with baby no 2. She or he will be Maisya's little sibling. I hope she will able to love her little sister or brother. I hope she will knows that even though we are getting another gift from Allah, it does not mean that we love her lesser. Everyday I keep hugging and kissing her and saying I love you much and I hope she will always remember that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-5189694371282661345?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/5189694371282661345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=5189694371282661345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/5189694371282661345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/5189694371282661345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2011/10/pregnant-with-no-2.html' title='Pregnant With No 2'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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-4736825157316230039.post-7533802220721885344</id><published>2011-04-27T10:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T15:13:36.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life?</title><content type='html'>My hubby is back for good. He has been in Malaysia since 2nd April 2011. Now he is working in Dayabumi Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that he is finally home, with his family.  It really breaks my heart to see him apart from his family especially his daugther.  Missing 2 year of her growing up milestone, her laughter, hugs and kisses.  So precious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, pity for him, he has to drive to work, to go thru all those messy jams :)  He has to adjust himself with new worklife, new bosses, new work environment and new financial budget.  With no extra cash coming from oversea allowance, we have to watch out family budget.  No more splurging on luxury stuffs, eat out as often as we like, and no more oversea vactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What make me sad now is he seemed not to be enjoying his current work.  I would love to see him to do something he likes, well something that he likes but also bring money to support our family.  He would like to move to another OPU inside the current company but unfortunately his boss would not let him move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest hubby, I really appreciate all those hard work that you do to lay a plate of rice on the table to feed our family, to put shelter on our head and cloths on our back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-7533802220721885344?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/7533802220721885344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=7533802220721885344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/7533802220721885344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/7533802220721885344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-life.html' title='New Life?'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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-4736825157316230039.post-2807168271870192961</id><published>2011-03-28T16:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T22:23:43.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHUV5AgsLPc/TZCZwu8qddI/AAAAAAAAAKY/HVjY9NdFy5w/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHUV5AgsLPc/TZCZwu8qddI/AAAAAAAAAKY/HVjY9NdFy5w/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589136200082027986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after 2 year, 1 month and 6 days, since I gave birth to Maisya, my aunt flo is back.  I can't believe it that it has been gone that long.  Do I miss it? NO! But, it is definately to have aunt flo every month.  Previously, the hormon for my aunt flo has been suppressed by my breastfeeding. But, now it is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I stopped breastfeeding? Not entirely. I still breastfeed Maisya, but maybe not as often as before. I started to give her a small package about 125ml fresh milk every day, well not exactly every day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe lately, I have to bee sleeping during daytime with her, so she has not suckling as often as before.  Since last night and today, I have stopped giving her 'pacifier' before she felt asleep. She cried and cried, trashing her small body,screaming her lung out asking, begging for her pacifier. I just hold her tightly and sooth her until she fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, it is heart wrenching seeing her like that.  I really would love to breastfeed her as long as she wants them.  I do....I love her so much, but I realize that at one point I have to start to wean her off slowly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby girl. This blog dedicated to you and our family. Maybe one day, when you read this blog, and I hope you will realize that I love you so much. You are my little miracle, so special and precious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be always be there for you. When you feel happy, I would be smiling for your happiness and if you are sad, I would be there to hold you tight and wipes your tears away. I love you my baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-2807168271870192961?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/2807168271870192961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=2807168271870192961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/2807168271870192961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/2807168271870192961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2011/03/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back?'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHUV5AgsLPc/TZCZwu8qddI/AAAAAAAAAKY/HVjY9NdFy5w/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-5115700027263634948</id><published>2011-03-22T10:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T11:06:27.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Too Much</title><content type='html'>What you did was too much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very stubborn person, whom refuse to listen to reasons. Please do remember, that you are not always right.  You are very rude to another particular person.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You recorded the heated arguement which I don't even comprehend for what reasons. You purposely blowed the other person temper and you recorded then and you let another persons listen to the arguement, for what reasons?  Are you trying to create hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, you told me to put my foot down to my father, while I keep saying I will try to discuss with him first. You are you to tell me to put my foot down my father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last night, your son sms me to ask me to tell my father to divorce his wife a.s.a.p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you guys are?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every goodness you have done, I pray Allah will bestowed to you 10 times of goodness, but if you did is wrong, may Allah forgive you and I hope the person you have wronged forgive you too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-5115700027263634948?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/5115700027263634948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=5115700027263634948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/5115700027263634948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/5115700027263634948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-too-much.html' title='This Is Too Much'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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-4736825157316230039.post-8034927336381664720</id><published>2011-03-03T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T14:32:54.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You Mak</title><content type='html'>I love you Mak.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the sentence which is so difficult for me to utter to the most deserving person the world, to my dearest loving mom.  I can't understand why it is so difficult for me to say the sentence to my mom?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugging, kissing her on her hand and cheek, is comman for me to do, but I rarely utter the sentence to her.  I should teach my self to say the sentence to my mom.  Without her, who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, she is sick, she is in the ICU. I never been so scared in my life.  Watching her lifeless body, tubes hanging around her body and mouth, I feel so sad and scared.  I don't want to loose her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-8034927336381664720?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/8034927336381664720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=8034927336381664720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/8034927336381664720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/8034927336381664720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-you-mak.html' title='I Love You Mak'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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-4736825157316230039.post-7520252599215224933</id><published>2011-02-22T20:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T20:51:36.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Birthday My Little Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-krSUbseO058/TWT_0yolu4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/yeofCvIxNi0/s1600/DSCN2870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-krSUbseO058/TWT_0yolu4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/yeofCvIxNi0/s320/DSCN2870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576863521001814914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maisya Day 1 on 22 February 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q-SOu593yV0/TWUA0sU4VGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/g1q2zLWE3q4/s1600/IMG_1160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q-SOu593yV0/TWUA0sU4VGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/g1q2zLWE3q4/s320/IMG_1160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576864618820162658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maisya on her 1st Birthday evening, 22 February 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zIiOCc5ODKo/TWUBu-xzSPI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/GG_vbRvNWkA/s1600/210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zIiOCc5ODKo/TWUBu-xzSPI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/GG_vbRvNWkA/s320/210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576865620205717746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maisya on her 2nd Birthday morning, 22 February 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I would have given you the sun, the moon and stars. But, all I can offer you are unlimited hugs and kisses, guidance, patience, forgiveness, prayers and unconditional love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest daughter Maisarah Khaliesah, happy 2nd birthday. May Allah blessed you and protect you from any harm, guide you to be a good muslimah and a piety daughter. Mommy and daddy love you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-7520252599215224933?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/7520252599215224933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=7520252599215224933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/7520252599215224933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/7520252599215224933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-2nd-birthday-my-little-angel.html' title='Happy 2nd Birthday My Little Angel'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-krSUbseO058/TWT_0yolu4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/yeofCvIxNi0/s72-c/DSCN2870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-5196025601607375394</id><published>2011-02-20T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T14:20:29.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift-By Madi N Mikala's Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2f7Oiy7wjI/TWCynGfn6bI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NjaXGvm0vS4/s1600/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2f7Oiy7wjI/TWCynGfn6bI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NjaXGvm0vS4/s320/058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575652723512568242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be two years old in two days. She is the most precious gift that the all mighty Allah has bestowed upon and and my husband.  There is no word that can completely describe the love that we had for her. She is so perfect, so beautiful, she is everything to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am not a poet, all I can do is try to find the best poem to describe our feeling towards her. She complete us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gift...&lt;br /&gt;© Madi N Mikala's Mom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a gift on that faithful day&lt;br /&gt;Of which I know I could never repay,&lt;br /&gt;Just as God came down to say&lt;br /&gt;He just gave one of his Angels away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know, the test this would be&lt;br /&gt;To prove to him and make him see,&lt;br /&gt;That this angel was my destiny&lt;br /&gt;Of that I’m sure a guarantee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hold her forever and never stray&lt;br /&gt;To be there to comfort her pain away,&lt;br /&gt;To see her through even the roughest of days&lt;br /&gt;And teach her to be stronger along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told one day, from a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;That God just gave me the gift of time!&lt;br /&gt;Confused, I asked him to define?&lt;br /&gt;And what he said never left my mind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to watch her as she sleeps&lt;br /&gt;It was then it became so plain to see,&lt;br /&gt;How TIME STANDS STILL when she is next to me&lt;br /&gt;Whether in my arms, or in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now watching each day as you grow&lt;br /&gt;The changing of features from head to toe,&lt;br /&gt;The smiles and giggles that make you glow&lt;br /&gt;And the way you let your spirit show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I’ll make a promise to you now&lt;br /&gt;To raise you the best that I know how,&lt;br /&gt;To teach you to always be confident and proud&lt;br /&gt;So that you always stand out above the crowd!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-5196025601607375394?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/5196025601607375394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=5196025601607375394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/5196025601607375394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/5196025601607375394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2011/02/gift-by-madi-n-mikalas-mom.html' title='The Gift-By Madi N Mikala&apos;s Mom'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2f7Oiy7wjI/TWCynGfn6bI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NjaXGvm0vS4/s72-c/058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-7859220425416216872</id><published>2011-02-17T13:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T14:57:41.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do The Children Grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YLnXbc6qStM/TVzExQLL3BI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9bZUdGJM3ZA/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YLnXbc6qStM/TVzExQLL3BI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9bZUdGJM3ZA/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574546789212347410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Do The Children Grow&lt;br /&gt;© Christy R. Dawson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see a smiling face&lt;br /&gt;Their happiness all over the place&lt;br /&gt;Singing, laughing, cries of glee,&lt;br /&gt;Come they say, Play with me&lt;br /&gt;The slide, the swing, the monkey bars.&lt;br /&gt;Look at them close to see who they are.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of races, Ready, Set, Go.&lt;br /&gt;This is how the children grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you watch them everyday&lt;br /&gt;You'll see they learn as they play&lt;br /&gt;They'll do what they see, and say what they hear.&lt;br /&gt;You're their teacher though out the years.&lt;br /&gt;Their ideas and thoughts in their eyes shine.&lt;br /&gt;Imagination is a glimpse of their mind&lt;br /&gt;When you’re not looking, don't you know&lt;br /&gt;This is when the children grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch them as they learn to walk&lt;br /&gt;Listen to them when they talk&lt;br /&gt;Keep them safe, away from harm&lt;br /&gt;Wrap them gently within your arms&lt;br /&gt;Teach them to share and how to take turns.&lt;br /&gt;Set good examples from which they will learn.&lt;br /&gt;At home, at school, wherever they go&lt;br /&gt;This is where the children grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-7859220425416216872?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/7859220425416216872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=7859220425416216872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/7859220425416216872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/7859220425416216872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2011/02/where-do-children-grow.html' title='Where Do The Children Grow'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YLnXbc6qStM/TVzExQLL3BI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9bZUdGJM3ZA/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-7203744874940874228</id><published>2011-02-17T13:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T12:06:32.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Yours To Keep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KhXC5RQVY40/TVy1CT2RCsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VZD5ZYZ4F-I/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KhXC5RQVY40/TVy1CT2RCsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VZD5ZYZ4F-I/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574529490070080194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing the internet, and I came across of this lovely poem that I know my loving husband would love to dedicate to his daughter, Maisarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest loving daughter, this poem is dedicated to you from your loving father.  You will always be his little princess.  Although he is not here to be with you, you are always in his heart and the love of his life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, his love for you grow deeper and deeper, deeper than the bottom of the sea. You are his greatest pride and joy, his sunshine and his brightest star at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am Yours To Keep&lt;br /&gt;© Mike &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a princess in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and I care for you so much.&lt;br /&gt;I love the fondness in you eyes and your tender little touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at you when you were born,&lt;br /&gt;and knew then straight away,&lt;br /&gt;that I would be forever here&lt;br /&gt;to watch you grow and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring to me a heart of joy,&lt;br /&gt;and memories so great,&lt;br /&gt;and a powerful sense of fatherhood that no one can debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch you sleep and dream of things that I can only wonder.&lt;br /&gt;That innocent look upon your face just makes my heart grow fonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you run and jump and shout and calling out my name.&lt;br /&gt;No love that I have ever known could ever feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;No suffering or tragedy nor deeply seated pain&lt;br /&gt;could ever over shadow the bond that we retain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so my little princess before you go to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Remember I am your daddy and I am yours to keep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-7203744874940874228?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/7203744874940874228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=7203744874940874228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/7203744874940874228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/7203744874940874228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-yours-to-keep.html' title='I Am Yours To Keep'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KhXC5RQVY40/TVy1CT2RCsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VZD5ZYZ4F-I/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-3412959193632727174</id><published>2011-02-10T09:54:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T10:37:54.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OhT2yYp4zTk/TVNOtKgwS5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/rHU0i9NDyP8/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OhT2yYp4zTk/TVNOtKgwS5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/rHU0i9NDyP8/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571883701810252690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TVNNQdd3v5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/mC1YfS8VyQk/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TVNNQdd3v5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/mC1YfS8VyQk/s320/062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571882109170597778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day, another month, another year, time flies really fast. It has been few months since I blogged. Life has been very kind to me, syukur alhamdullilah. I am so blessed :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, my angel is growing up to be a beautiful, intelligent, smart and active young lady. She loves to dance, to sing, to play......But, most of all she is definately Mickey Mouse No 1 Fan. She would watch Mickey Mouse' Clubhouse every day. She can even sing bits and part of the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my grim, everyday she wants to wear Mickey Mouse's cloths. Arghh....No more dressing her up as I wish. My little precious already has her own mind and exert her own choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of you Maisarah Khaliesah. Remember this my daughter, I would always love you, unconditionally. I love you father so much, he is my soulmate, my best friend, my confidant. But you my baby girl, you are my flesh and blood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In few days time,you will be two years old. It seemed only yesterday, I hold you, kissed you and smell you heavenly scent for the first time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-3412959193632727174?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/3412959193632727174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=3412959193632727174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/3412959193632727174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/3412959193632727174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-2011.html' title='February 2011'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OhT2yYp4zTk/TVNOtKgwS5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/rHU0i9NDyP8/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-3155160148525576719</id><published>2010-11-28T20:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:43:42.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nigella Wannabe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TPJOWcKR03I/AAAAAAAAAJI/rFffyCm_deE/s1600/IMG_0878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TPJOWcKR03I/AAAAAAAAAJI/rFffyCm_deE/s320/IMG_0878.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544580238669894514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TPJN0lo6i9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/nrZvsAvqAtM/s1600/IMG_0877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TPJN0lo6i9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/nrZvsAvqAtM/s320/IMG_0877.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544579657098759122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching Asian Food Channel. I love wishing that I am a good, no make it an excellant cook, at par with the master chef but unfortunately, I am not.  Well, make it I love the thought that I am an excellant cook, but the truth it I hate cooking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really hate cooking, but I have cleaning up afterward. After slaving over the kitchen for hours and then have to do the cleaning up, not exactly my cup of tea. Plus in our home, there will be only me, hubby and Maisya so I don't think it worth all the effort just to cook for me and hubby. Might as well we just go out or get a take out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I do love watching cooking shows and collecting baking books. I love to watch Nigella, Rachel Allan, Jamie Oliver and others just simply throw ingredient into the pot and pan and make cooking so glamorous.  They make cooking look so simple, that even I can do it.  Not even a sweat. I wish I could just wave my magic wand and all the scrumptious food from the book will appear right in front of me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday I bake my first cupcake.  My sister in law and her family came over from Kuala Lumpur and she taught me how to bake the cupcake.  Yesterday, she taught me to bake chocolate cupcake with strawberry buttercream icing.  It taste and look okay for my first attempt.  The kids love them. Thank you Kak Ogy for your patience and guidance :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-3155160148525576719?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/3155160148525576719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=3155160148525576719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/3155160148525576719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/3155160148525576719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2010/11/nigella-wannabe.html' title='Nigella Wannabe'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TPJOWcKR03I/AAAAAAAAAJI/rFffyCm_deE/s72-c/IMG_0878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-4344180381233687011</id><published>2010-11-24T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T21:05:15.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouchhhh!!!</title><content type='html'>Ouchh!!!! I am having a horrible toothache.  Not having enough space in my jaw, my right side wisdom tooth is partially showing up for several years, and causing pain on off.  I think I might need to get the extract but I am too scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too scared to see the dentist (eventhough one of my sister is a dentist), let alone extracting my wisdom tooth! No way....I think I would rather give a birth (well, with epidural of course) rather than extracting my wisdom tooth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, one day, one fine day...I would brave myself for the inevitable. I shall do it...I shall wear a war paint (like mel gibson in braveheart) and go to the war with the dentist. Dear dentist, could you please completely knock me out before you extract my tooth? A lot of sleeping medication, a general anesthesia, so I shall not feel any pain or anxiety while you extracting my poor wisdom tooth. Could you please give me lots of pain killer afterwards so I shall not feel any pain from the surgery?Pretty pleaseeee with capital P. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the day, do you know that a dentist who created an electric execution chair? Go figure!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-4344180381233687011?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/4344180381233687011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=4344180381233687011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/4344180381233687011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/4344180381233687011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2010/11/ouchhhh.html' title='Ouchhhh!!!'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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-4736825157316230039.post-6567615563449657754</id><published>2010-11-21T19:36:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T21:36:47.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Trip To KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TOkf8xo8crI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0chJELUHGCk/s1600/IMG_0824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TOkf8xo8crI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0chJELUHGCk/s320/IMG_0824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541995945433789106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TOkfbbIX0gI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mosJXL9vdvw/s1600/IMG_0813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TOkfbbIX0gI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mosJXL9vdvw/s320/IMG_0813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541995372455907842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TOkeHRg0qzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EveC51c4yIY/s1600/IMG_0789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TOkeHRg0qzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EveC51c4yIY/s320/IMG_0789.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541993926765095730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby dearest arrived in Johor Bahru on Sunday 14th, November 2010. I went to Senai airport by myself to pick him up, leaving my baby girl at home with the grandparents and maid.  After a month of not seeing him, he is definitely a sight for sore eyes. I missed him so much. We hugged and kissed at the airport :). I am so glad that he was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He droved us back to my parent's home. As we arrived home, my baby went to the door and saw her daddy, and said "daddy", and then walked toward our room as if nothing. My hubby called her and asked her to give him a hug, she just laughed and refused to give him a hug. Hubby dearest chased after her, and hugged and carried her. I think the daddy missed the baby more than the baby missed him. Maybe because she is too young to understand about her father has been away for work. Somehow I guess it is a blessing too, or it will be a major heartbreak seeing her crying due to missing her daddy way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we packed our stuffs, stuffed them in the car and drove back to our home in Kuala Lumpur. As we arrived to KL, hubby drove straight to the dentist's office opposite of Sunway Pyramid to have Maisya's teeth checked out.  It was raining cats and dogs and the thunderstorm was kindda scary. We stayed in the car hoping the weather will improved, but our hope was in vain. So, we took the umbrella out and dashed passed the rain to the shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiting in the dentist's office was quick. I was so nervous for Maisya. We saw the dentist, he checked Maisya's teeth and said that there are some defect on Maisya's teeth which lead to the problem.  The defect happen due to either her having a fever when the teeth was developing pr me having a fever whle pregnant with her which distrupt her teeth development. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told us there was nothing much that he can do, but he advice us to clean her teeth regularly with water, and not to use flouride toothpaste.  He also suggested us to apply some GC Tooth Mousse on her teeth to improve the teeth. We bought 2 tubes of the tooth mousse and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we reached home, I realized that I missed our home so much.  It was a small terrace home, but it is our little haven for our family. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we went to Bangsar Shopping Center for dinner.  We went to Mothercare, bought some cloths and toys (toy toaster and vacumn) for Maisya.  We had our dinner at my most favourite western restaurant, CHILI's. We ordered Mushroom Jack Fajitas and triple play for us and macaroni and cheese for our little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we woke up kindda late. Hehe...Maybe we were too tired from travelling the day before.  For lunch, we headed to the curve and had Bubba Shrimp. I simply lurve to eat. Heheh...We ordered Cajun Shrimp, Catch of the day (talapia), soup, garlic bread and spaghetti for our princess.  She love her lunch and she love her jelly more. :) Then we went to Ikea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went to Victoria Station for dinner :).  I guess my hubby was crossing out all my wish list for meals in Kuala Lumpur.  We had oysters and escargot for appetizer, I had rib eye steak, hubby had sirlion steak, and a bottle of Red Patritti. Maisya had her leftover spaghetti, jelly and bread. I tried to feed her some steak and she spitted it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was Hari Raya Aidiladha.  We were pondering what we should do that day.  I called my sisters and checked out it any one of them cooked a special meal on that day. And walla! Kak Zap cooked Laksa Johor, so we decided to crash her house for lunch.  Kak Zarin and her husband were there too to eat lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a scrumptious lunch, we headed to One Utama to buy mixer for Johor Bahru and portable dvd player for Maisya.  We end up buying more clothes for Maisya and mixer for JB at Best Denki.  We were unable to find any good portable dvd player in OU, so we decided to go to Sony Wing in The curve the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to The curve and had a late breakfast/early lunch at Pappa Rich Kopitiam. Maisya had nasi lemak, she simply love to eat nasi lemak :).  We went to Sony Wings and purchased a portable DVD player for our little princess. We had our late lunch/early dinner at Bubba Shrimp and headed home. That night we packed our stuff and drove back to Johor Bahru at 11.30pm and reached JB around 2.40am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I gave hubby dearest his advance 36th Birthday card from me and our daugther.  I inserted our family photo in the card so he will have something to remember of us while he is away in Sudan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Angsana to get some stuff for hubby camera. I At 3pm, we drove to Senai Airport. Hubby dearest hugged and kisses both Maisya and I and promised that he will be back in a month time.  and my hubby took the 4.20pm flight to KL, and 7.30pm flight to Dubai before cathing his flight to Sudan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vacation was short, but I really appreciated my husband effort to come back home to see us.  I miss him so much, and how I wish he is around all the time with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-6567615563449657754?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/6567615563449657754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=6567615563449657754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/6567615563449657754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/6567615563449657754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2010/11/short-trip-to-kl.html' title='Short Trip To KL'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TOkf8xo8crI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0chJELUHGCk/s72-c/IMG_0824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-3473076364890034329</id><published>2010-11-14T10:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T10:52:25.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home For Eid-al Adha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TN9Ok36wsMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/aZ1k0E4_qJc/s1600/IMG_2648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TN9Ok36wsMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/aZ1k0E4_qJc/s320/IMG_2648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539232462081667266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a phone call from my hubby dearest.  He will be coming back to Malaysia for Eid-al Adha celebration.  I am so happy that our little family will be united this evening.  It has been over a month since the last time we see each other. Poor Maisya is growing up without her father so far away in Khartoum, Sudan. Poor hubby has to miss all the important milestone of our beloved princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be heading back to our home in KL either tonight or tomorrow morning. It has been 4 months since the last time we stay at our home in KL. And I wonder will we be heading back to my in law's house in KT for the celebration?  This is a very short holiday for my hubby, only one week and I am not sure that there will be sufficient time for us to travel back to KT.  It will be too tiring for all of us as the journey is very far.  Whatever it is, as long as we are together, we will be okay. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-3473076364890034329?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/3473076364890034329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=3473076364890034329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/3473076364890034329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/3473076364890034329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2010/11/home-for-eid-al-adha.html' title='Home For Eid-al Adha'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TN9Ok36wsMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/aZ1k0E4_qJc/s72-c/IMG_2648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-7409095824212241335</id><published>2010-11-12T11:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T11:17:17.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As I Watch You Grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TNywWCLuYeI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2x1P9OYkROU/s1600/DSCN2971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TNywWCLuYeI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2x1P9OYkROU/s320/DSCN2971.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538495534348526050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TNyxJQq4NII/AAAAAAAAAIY/ia5mkyxmU_c/s1600/IMG_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TNyxJQq4NII/AAAAAAAAAIY/ia5mkyxmU_c/s320/IMG_0184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538496414410617986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was surfing the internet and I came across this lovely poem. For my daughter, I Love You Indefinitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I Watch You Grow&lt;br /&gt;© Kay Theese &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much you mean to me?&lt;br /&gt;As you grow into what you will be.&lt;br /&gt;You came from within, from just beneath my heart&lt;br /&gt;it's there you'll always be though your own life will now start.&lt;br /&gt;You're growing so fast it sends me awhirl, &lt;br /&gt;With misty eyes I ask, Where's my little girl?&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes to you I seem harsh and so unfair, &lt;br /&gt;But one day you will see, I taught you well because I care.&lt;br /&gt;The next few years will so quickly fly, &lt;br /&gt;With laughter and joy, mixed with a few tears to cry.&lt;br /&gt;As you begin your growth to womanhood, this fact you must know, &lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my source of pride, no matter where you go.&lt;br /&gt;You must stand up tall and proud, within you feel no fear, &lt;br /&gt;For all you dreams and goals, sit before you very near.&lt;br /&gt;With god's love in your heart and the world by its tail, &lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my winner, and victory will prevail.&lt;br /&gt;For you this poem was written, with help from above, &lt;br /&gt;To tell you in a rhythm of your Mother's heartfelt Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-7409095824212241335?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/7409095824212241335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=7409095824212241335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/7409095824212241335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/7409095824212241335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-i-watch-you-grow.html' title='As I Watch You Grow'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TNywWCLuYeI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2x1P9OYkROU/s72-c/DSCN2971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-7582549439099735450</id><published>2010-11-11T20:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:43:43.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy, Uh-Oh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TNvynIGX_xI/AAAAAAAAAII/4ZQloiPmwa4/s1600/IMG_8867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TNvynIGX_xI/AAAAAAAAAII/4ZQloiPmwa4/s320/IMG_8867.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538286920785198866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mummy, Uh-Oh!" said Maisya. That is her favourite sentence when she did something wrong or something happen to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that sentence when:&lt;br /&gt;1. She did something wrong&lt;br /&gt;2. She accidently change the tv channel&lt;br /&gt;3. She need me to replay the Mickey Mouse CD&lt;br /&gt;4. She was watching Youtube and she need to to click the page for her&lt;br /&gt;5. She has been banging on the keyboard and accidently scroll down the youtube page&lt;br /&gt;6. She spill something&lt;br /&gt;7. She dropped something&lt;br /&gt;etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, she was watching Mickey Mouse dvd in the room and I was at the dining room tapping on my laptop and suddenly she came to me and said "Mummy, Uh-Oh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn around and saw her angelic face, looking at me those lovely doe eyes, holding a diaper in her hand. Ok, it was not the first time I was her holding a diaper, she always take out unused diapers from the package and play with it, so I did't panic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as I hold the diaper, it was heavy and I realized it was used diaper. I lifted her dress and she was not wearing and diaper!!!!  I was so shocked and lauhing at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold her hand, and lead her to the room and check on the mattress, comforter and pillow (we slept on the floor, no longer using the bed), and I saw the comforter and pillow were wet with her pee.  I guess she has been playing with her diaper and then she wet herself. After wetting herself, she decided to go to me and told me her accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing my head off. Well, it is definately a mess. But, oh well, it was an accident after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-7582549439099735450?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/7582549439099735450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=7582549439099735450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/7582549439099735450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/7582549439099735450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2010/11/mummy-uh-oh.html' title='Mummy, Uh-Oh!'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TNvynIGX_xI/AAAAAAAAAII/4ZQloiPmwa4/s72-c/IMG_8867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-562413388011884722</id><published>2010-11-11T16:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T18:13:47.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No See You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TNvBudO_9FI/AAAAAAAAAIA/uDrwog8XumA/s1600/IMG_2406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TNvBudO_9FI/AAAAAAAAAIA/uDrwog8XumA/s320/IMG_2406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538233170647839826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since the last time I blog. It is due to no time or plain laziness. I will try to start blog more often starting today... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious angel will be 21 months old this 22 November 2010. How time flies :) She is as smart as I wish she could be, so beautiful and playful. She can walks, almost running, very curious and most important she is a happy and healthy little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still breasfeeding, not fully, I already started to mix with formula (pedisure and enfagrow) since last week. I feel sad and guilty about giving her formula. I feel like I am taking something special away from her (breastfeeding). One of the reason I reduced to breastfeed is due to her rotting teeth :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now my biggest worry about her is 4 of her teeth (incisors) are starting to rot. I brushed her teeth (maybe not diligent enough), I gave her plain water, I rarely allow her to eat sweet stuffs, I do not gave her bottle, but yet her teeths are rotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess something I am unable to clean up her teeth properly due to the fact she would cry and bite my fingers. She would trashed herself and struggled to release herself from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so helpless. I took her to see several dentists from private clinics and government's hospital. But there is nothing that they can do. They just info me to clean up her teeth using children flouride toothpaste to repair her teeth. I feel so guilty towards her. I wish I had taken care of her teeths properly and diligently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one of the reason her teeth are rotting is she still breasfeeding and she uses my nipple as her pacifier. Every night she will sleep while suckling my nipple and there will be trickle of milk covering her teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I tried to break her habit, but my effort is in vain. She would cry and and scream from the top of her lung asking for the 'pacifier'. I tried to gave her a dummy, but she threw it back to me. Sometime she would fall asleep tired from crying, and I feel so bad for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, she never sleep through the night. On average she would wake up approximately every 2 hours. So, every two hours she would cry for her pacifier. I tried to not to give her, but she end up waking up and not able to sleep. In the end, I have to gave her what she wanted. I know, it is my fault for spoiling her and allow her to control me. I guess it would be easier for me to train her if I have support from my husband who is currently away. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband said that it is comman for kids to have rotten teeths. He told me that it is okay, and it is not a major problem. He pacified me by saying that they are only milk teeths and I have tried my best, so what else can I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, still I feel like a failure. My dearest daughter, please forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-562413388011884722?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/562413388011884722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=562413388011884722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/562413388011884722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/562413388011884722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2010/11/long-time-no-see-you.html' title='Long Time No See You'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/TNvBudO_9FI/AAAAAAAAAIA/uDrwog8XumA/s72-c/IMG_2406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-7154777262349756355</id><published>2010-02-21T15:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:13:03.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow Is Your 1st Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/S4Do6S4XPVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/htsX5JNzfDc/s1600-h/IMG_0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440604438061858130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/S4Do6S4XPVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/htsX5JNzfDc/s320/IMG_0566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my daughter.....Tomorrow will be your first birthday....One of your many many milestones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both mommy and daddy love you so much. We pray to Allah for you to be anak yang solehah, beriman, berjaya di dunia dan di akhirat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you life full with loves, happiness, success and all of dreams are fulfill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are so precious, so pricesless, so beautiful.   We can't describe how deep is our love for you. You complete us.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY 1st BIRTHDAY MAISARAH KHALIESAH. WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-7154777262349756355?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/7154777262349756355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=7154777262349756355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/7154777262349756355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/7154777262349756355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2010/02/tomorrow-is-your-1st-birthday.html' title='Tomorrow Is Your 1st Birthday'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/S4Do6S4XPVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/htsX5JNzfDc/s72-c/IMG_0566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-5761667120548303293</id><published>2010-02-13T13:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:34:06.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/S3Y71i6zNCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NSHitN5eJcU/s1600-h/IMG_0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437599391188988962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/S3Y71i6zNCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NSHitN5eJcU/s320/IMG_0761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Goodness! I can't believe it that my baby girl is turning one soon! How time flies when you are having fun. I still can remember the day she was born. I was so scared and nervous for the labor, worrying for the first time how in the world am I suppose to give birth a not so tiny baby into the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I still can remember the night trip to Pantai Medical Center, asking my hubby can I keep her longer tuck safely inside my womb. I still can remember how the nurse ushered me to the labor room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I still can remember the doctor gave me epidural for the birth. I still can remember laying on the bed trying to catch a nap before the hard work begun. I still can remember it was at dawn when I pushed her to the world, how dr said her head a little bit tilted to a different direction , and she had to vacumn to correct the baby's head position. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I still can remember how tired I was pushing her, how her father recited azan passionately while she entered the world and how glad I was to hear her cried for the first time. I remember the nurse said it was amazing to see Maisarah, a new born already cried her first tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Athough some of the moments were a little bit fuzzy, I still can remember how warm she was when the doctor gently laid her on my chest. As I hold her, I know that it was love at first sight that will last for eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also remember, while holding her, I almost threw out on her. Thank god, the nurse managed to give me a bowl for me threw up. I guess it was the side effect of epidural. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I remember the warm feeling in my heart as the first time I hold her in the crook of my arms. How light she used to weight only 3.07kg, how she cried demanding for milk (she still does), how awkward I was trying to breastfeed her for the first time, how tiny her fingernails and how I love her sweet scent (still does). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I remember how I promised myself that I will love her, cherish her and take a good care of her, protect her from all harm and pain in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She is no longer a helpless newborn baby. She weight more than before and has 3 tiny teeth. She can give a heart melting smiles, sit, baby talks, claps her hands, shake hands, shake her head, throw stuffs, pick up stuffs, eat, bites (ouch), crawls, climbs and although still wobbly, she can stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She is my little angel, send from above, a gift from Allah. Thank you Allah for bestowed upon us a miracle and a gift that is so precious, so priceless....Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-5761667120548303293?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/5761667120548303293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=5761667120548303293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/5761667120548303293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/5761667120548303293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2010/02/priceless.html' title='Priceless'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/S3Y71i6zNCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NSHitN5eJcU/s72-c/IMG_0761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-8313170218854500044</id><published>2009-10-31T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T23:36:39.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snippet of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SzOKIlH36jI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4ztvrIIQnao/s1600-h/DSCN4715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418826656665561650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SzOKIlH36jI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4ztvrIIQnao/s320/DSCN4715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SzOIwDpdfGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/C5_Jka5Uzvk/s1600-h/DSCN4318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418825135851142242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SzOIwDpdfGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/C5_Jka5Uzvk/s320/DSCN4318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it has been 2 months since the last time I manage to write a blog. I would like to blame of my hectic life, but heheh....I am a housewife with a maid. How hectic can it be? Well, I guess the biggest hurdle in writing a blog is my super pure laziness :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past 2 months there were several events that happen to me. First of all, I lost an aunt. She was my father younger sister. Her husband had passed away long time ago and unfortunately they are not blessed with any children. She was living alone in a house at Jalan Kuching and has been sick for some time. My other aunt and my brother were visiting her when she started to have short breath, slipped into unconciousness and passed away. Al Fatihah.....Ya Allah! Tempatkan la ibu saudaraku bersama sama dengan orang yang beriman dan cucuri la rahmat ke atas rohnya....Amin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I lost my faithful Sony Ericsson Walkman phone. I know...Compare to the latest mobile phone, my mobile phone was hail from the dinasour generation. But, I love my handphone so much. The mobile phone has been with me since February 2006, before my wedding in March 2006 and still there with me thoughout the years and even for the birth of my daughter in February 2009 and. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had captured so many memories in the phone. Our wedding photos, our honeymoon in Bali and Italy. Our trip to Langkawi, Dubai and our Europe trip 2008. The birth of our daughter. So many memories......Anyway, my brother bought himself a blackberry and gave me his barely use Nokia E71. Thank you abang. Hehehe.....I love new phone, and I shall capture new memories with the new E71.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The third event was Maisya first Hari Raya Aidilfitri. I guess I was more excited for her than she was. I bought a lots of new dresses, t shirt, jeans, a pair of shoes for her and even tailored her first pair of baju kurung melayu. She look so adorable in them. Early Hari Raya Aidilfitri, I bathed her and put on her new baju kurung, gold necklace, bracelet and anklet. And then she decided to throw up on her new baju kurung!!!!! So, I had to undress her and told the maid to immediately washed the baju kurung and to use the iron to dry them. Heheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raya was great, celebrated the day with my darling hubby, sweet angel Maisya, and my dearest parent. Meeting the other family members, friends and not forgotting the the food galore. Yummy!!!! I think I have gained few kilos over the Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Plus, this year is the first year I am collecting duit hari raya for my daughter....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fourth event was my daughter learn to sit and crawl. Previously, she can rolled around to move and then she started to crawl like an army, with her tummy and all on the floor. And one day...I saw her trying to sit down by herself. It was soooo adorable. She pulled herself up from ther floor, scoot her bottom on the floor and walla...She was sitting down for the first time. Heheh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day,I tried to capture a video for her daddy to see her learning to sit down and she crawled to me!!!!!!! She was still wobbly at first, but I cant believed my that my baby girl crawled for the first time on 27 October 2009 @ 8 months and 5 Days old. She actually on her knees trying to crawl to me...I am so glad I was there to watch her milestone :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-8313170218854500044?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/8313170218854500044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=8313170218854500044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/8313170218854500044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/8313170218854500044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2009/10/snippet-of-life.html' title='Snippet of Life'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SzOKIlH36jI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4ztvrIIQnao/s72-c/DSCN4715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-7870490303946000006</id><published>2009-08-22T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T13:43:46.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Milestone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/Spee-R16dcI/AAAAAAAAAGY/E0LKtS9ZHWg/s1600-h/DSCN2872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374939473068586434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/Spee-R16dcI/AAAAAAAAAGY/E0LKtS9ZHWg/s320/DSCN2872.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;22 Feb 2009 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First few hours seeing the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SpeeddmU30I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FIBqW0fJg2c/s1600-h/DSCN3967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374938909288750914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SpeeddmU30I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FIBqW0fJg2c/s320/DSCN3967.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 August 2009&lt;br /&gt;At 6th months. Sweet as ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't believed that my baby is 6 months old. 6 months, my little angel is 6 months old. It felt like only yesterday I gave birth to my daughter, holding her for the first time, soaking myself with her heavenly sweet scent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, at 6 months old, her smiles are as sweet as ever, her angelic face melted my heart and her unconditional love humble me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love you so much my princess :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-7870490303946000006?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/7870490303946000006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=7870490303946000006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/7870490303946000006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/7870490303946000006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-milestone.html' title='Another Milestone'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/Spee-R16dcI/AAAAAAAAAGY/E0LKtS9ZHWg/s72-c/DSCN2872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-877436142060937466</id><published>2009-08-08T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:33:10.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bookish Me</title><content type='html'>Yup, it might sound geeky, but I simply love to read story books. Storybooks yes, school books, NOOOOO!!!! Hehehe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in college and workplace, while my friends would hangout partying at night, I love to cuddle under the comforter and read storybooks, to take me far far away into fantasyland. I guess I always has been a dreamer. I am a sucker for happy ending :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can remember, when I was in kindergarten my parents used to buy me the Ladybird Peter and Jane collections and some fairytales books such as Cinderella, Snow White and The Seven Dwarves, Sleeping Beauty,Goldilocks and The Three Bears and others :) I guess it started with those books that turned to to a dreamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in primary school, I started to read and to love Enid Blyton's short stories collections, Famous Fives, Malory Towers and St Claire's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In form one, I started to read Sweet Valley Junior High, Sweet Valley High and Sweet Valley University. And not forgotting Sweet Dreams collections. In form two, I borrowed a book titled Something Wonderful by Judith McNaught, and I got hooked reading historical romance collections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judith McNaught, Julie Garwood, Sophie Kinsella, Jude Deveraux, Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Carole Matthews, Jane Green, Chris Manby, Sidney Sheldon, Lisa Kleypas, Nora Roberts, Matt Dunn, Danielle Steels are some of my favourite authors :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I am now a mother of a 6 months baby, who require my full attention, I still do try to find some time late at night to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my daugther, I love reading her some children books :). I would like to think that she loves me to read for her. Mostly she just loves to sit on my lap and to look at the colorful pictures as I turn the pages of the book. And she also loves to grap the books and to chew them :) Reading to my princess is definately one of my favourite treasured moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, my favourite book for her is My Mummy and Me by Tina Macnaughton. It is a simply wonderful book. The storyline is so simple but yet so sweet, celebrates the beautiful bonds and loves shared between a mother and a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376026179678171650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/Spt7U7bq8gI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xFdbxu1lnPA/s320/my-mummy-and-me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When I'm with you, Mummy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;...I love to skip and run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I know that every day with you will be a lot of fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm you tickle-giggle monster...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;...and your brave little soldier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I can climb up really high and swing right across the sky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am splishy and I'm splashy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am very, very happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;...when I am with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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/4736825157316230039-877436142060937466?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/877436142060937466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=877436142060937466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/877436142060937466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/877436142060937466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2009/08/bookish-me.html' title='Bookish Me'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/Spt7U7bq8gI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xFdbxu1lnPA/s72-c/my-mummy-and-me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-8454006394198673940</id><published>2009-08-02T19:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:38:30.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SnaCSp163CI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CiWWOkl0ybg/s1600-h/DSCN3707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365619263039790114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SnaCSp163CI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CiWWOkl0ybg/s320/DSCN3707.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday to Me.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This year is my 32nd birthday. How time flies huh? I can't believed that I am 32nd already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At 12am 29th July, my hubby called me all the way from Khartoum to wish me happy birthday. he apologized profusely for not able to be here to celebrate my birthday. :( Sad....So sad. He promised me he will take me for a nice dinner once he arrived in Malaysia. Yippee....I lurveeee to go for nice dinner. Food, glorious food. YUMMY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365614875192691330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SnZ-TP1pioI/AAAAAAAAAF4/h8f1WQbHIkg/s320/DSCN3695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Birthday Card all the way from Sudan :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The postman arrived around noon 29.07.09 and I received a lovely birthday card from my hubby. Since there is no postal service in Khartoum except for courier, he asked his roomate to mail it for me from Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard a van stopped at the front of my door, the door bell was rung, I peak through the window and saw a man carrying a huge bouquet of red roses :) My hubby had send me 2 dozens of roses, with chocolates, balloon and card for my birthday. I was so happy and overwhelmed, I almost chocked on tears. I miss my hubby so much.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you sayang for the lovely red velvety roses, chocolates and card. I love and appreciated them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yup, I always have been a suckered when it come to flowers and card. Hubby dearest, am I getting a blink blink or maybe a Gucci handbag for this year pressy too? How I wish...hehehe...Just kidding&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this year due to the fact that my hubby is so far far away, I celebrated my birthday with my daughter. Nothing special, just an outing to One Utama for the MPH sale and bought some books me and my princess. She is a little bit to young to read herself, but I can always read them for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 32nd birthday to me...The best gift for me this year is definately my lil princess Maisya. :)&lt;/p&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/4736825157316230039-8454006394198673940?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/8454006394198673940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=8454006394198673940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/8454006394198673940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/8454006394198673940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-belated-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday To Me'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SnaCSp163CI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CiWWOkl0ybg/s72-c/DSCN3707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-3249235976676443129</id><published>2009-07-27T17:55:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:00:45.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Abah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/Sm2HIKoH9XI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Be9A6MS9IHE/s1600-h/SANY0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363091305629480306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/Sm2HIKoH9XI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Be9A6MS9IHE/s320/SANY0048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/Sm2G2DF6bHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ohTNfVkcpN4/s1600-h/SANY0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/Sm2Gazy1wmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3PYG0ZMHByo/s1600-h/SANY0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363090526406296162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/Sm2Gazy1wmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3PYG0ZMHByo/s320/SANY0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday To You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday To You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday To Abah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday To You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my father's 82nd Birthday. Abah, my beloved and dearest father was born on 27.07.1927 in Johor. He is the greatest father (besides my hubby of course...hehehe) I ever known. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he is not a rich man, his heart is full with gold, always wanted the best for my brother and I. He onced told me he can't remember much of his father, my grandfather passed away when my dad around 6 years old. Abah and his sister were raised by my grandmother. My grandmother being a single mother, she had to sell traditional cakes to raise her children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father has live thru British occupation, Japanese invasion (he even had to attend a Japanese school), communist terrorism, another British occupation, Malaya Independence in 1957 (abah still says Malaya and not Malaysia hehehehe), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always be there for me, his selflessness humbles me..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can remember when I was a little girl, he would take me to the playground and watched me played. I still can remember he would take me for night drive along Lido, just the two of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember when I was in boarding no matter either it rains or shines, he would be there on weekend to visit me and to send me my favourites food. I still remember when I was in college and I was having a fever, he rented a taxi to pick me up from college and take me home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember when there was the last chicken on the table and how much he know I love it, he would rather not eat it and set asides for me. I still remember for every Hari Raya Aidilfitri, I would be in new clothes while he would be in his old and tattered t-shirt and pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how he sold of the land to send me and my brother off to university. He would rather rides a motorcycles and let us the kids to have the car. Thank you abah for giving me my dream wedding ceremony to the man I love. Thank you abah for accepting the man I marry as one of his sons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, his loves trickles down to my daughter, Maisarah Khaliesah, his little angle, little baby :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For outsiders and people who don't understand him, he is a very strict man. He is an outspoken man, no afraid to said what he think and sometimes his words can be very harsh. I have to admit that he scolded me often, but out of loves. His loves for us is unconditional, so pure and it is makes me sad that people tend to misunderstood him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Abah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so blessed to have you as my father. I love you so much abah. I am so sorry if I have hurt your feeling or disobeyed you in my entire life. Thank you Abah for your attention, advices, understanding, guidance and most important is for your unconditional loves.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 82nd Birthday Abah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-3249235976676443129?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/3249235976676443129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=3249235976676443129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/3249235976676443129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/3249235976676443129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-abah.html' title='Happy Birthday Abah'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/Sm2HIKoH9XI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Be9A6MS9IHE/s72-c/SANY0048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-1359669320176616613</id><published>2009-07-24T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:06:06.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Parcel from Far Far Away</title><content type='html'>Thank you thank you thank you my dear friend A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago, I received a parcel from my friend who is currently working in States.  In the box was full with adorable baby girl clothes for my baby Maisya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gap and Osh Kosh definely know how to make beautiful and cute clothing for children especially for baby girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in States, like 12 years ago, I still can remember how I used to drool when looking at baby clothing. They were and still are sooooo adorable. Such a cutie pie. The prices over there are much more cheaper than in Malaysia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in Malaysia, babies and childrens clothings are too expensive. Their prices are almost as expensive as adult clothings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I can't seemed to help myself but to buy gazillion of adorable baby clothes for my daugther. Help!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try to purchase them when they are on sale or I will purchase them at the Brand Outlet.  But still......I think I need to learn to spend less on Maisya clothing.  She outgrew her clothing so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a baby girl is definitely way way too expensive. To many cute dresses, skirts, shorts, body suits, shoes, accesories etc.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am loving it.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-1359669320176616613?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/1359669320176616613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=1359669320176616613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/1359669320176616613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/1359669320176616613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2009/07/parcel-from-far-far-away.html' title='A Parcel from Far Far Away'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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-4736825157316230039.post-8501043330150906072</id><published>2009-07-21T07:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:57:31.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomanic</title><content type='html'>It is 7.18am and I have not sleep not even a blink since last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I drink to much coffeee yesterday? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ate too much yesterday? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I been sleeping too much last evening? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I done too much activity yesterday? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too tired yesterday? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I been thinking too much last night? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Maisya unable to sleep and keep me awake? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, from time to time, I always facing this problem. Not able to sleep. I always have been a late night sleeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to change my routine by sleeping earlier, but somehow I can't sleep early. To some extend, I will not even sleep for the whole night. How I envy people who can sleep easily at night, they just lie on the bed, close they eyes and doze to the slumberland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, I even had considered going to see the doctor to ask for sleeping pills. Help!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-8501043330150906072?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/8501043330150906072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=8501043330150906072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/8501043330150906072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/8501043330150906072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2009/07/insomanic.html' title='Insomanic'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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-4736825157316230039.post-9082093912305243598</id><published>2009-07-15T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:42:51.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Showroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/Sl3qK3CLmXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MtBQa7zE29U/s1600-h/City.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358696603933448562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/Sl3qK3CLmXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MtBQa7zE29U/s200/City.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 27 years old, my dad surprised me by giving me my dream car. It was a Honda City 1.5 IDSI and I simply love the car. It was gold in color, small, compact and very fuel efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For city driving, the fuel consumption was so good, less fuels but for more mileages :) Living far away from my workplace in KLCC, I saved a lot by driving that car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost 6 years driving my Baby T (pet name for my car), I have to put the car on sale. Uwah!!!!!! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car is having some mechanical problems and to repair the car need quite substantials amount of money. After listing down all the pros and cons of repairing the car, we decided to sell of the car and get a new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently my hubby dearest is driving an old Peugeot 406, and let me emphasized OLD!!!! That car seemed to have a never ending appointments to the workshop. We are also planning to sell the car somewhere in distance future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we really need a new family car, which is hopefully more reliable :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MPV, SUV, Sedan??? Brand new, second hand, recon??? Toyota, Honda, Mazda, Nissan, Proton, Produa??? Mercedes or BMW (I WISH LAAAA, in my dreams can laaaaa!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trips and another trips to car showrooms and test drives, we finally decided to get Honda Accord. Shall we get a 2.0 or 2.4 is yet undecided. Color? Plate numbers? Still undecided....We are so indecisive!!!! Heheheh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-9082093912305243598?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/9082093912305243598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=9082093912305243598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/9082093912305243598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/9082093912305243598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2009/07/showroom.html' title='Showroom'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/Sl3qK3CLmXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MtBQa7zE29U/s72-c/City.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-7100369676205086653</id><published>2009-07-06T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:53:18.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu and Sore Throat</title><content type='html'>I hate not feeling well. For the past 3 days, I am having a bad flu and yesterday I started to have a sore throat. My body is feel so weak and I got a headache :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I dont think that I got infected by the H1N1 flu.  Please....NO!!!!!  But just in case, if I got a fever, I will go straight to the Dr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got sick to the fact that I have to been resting for the past 3 weeks. Hubby dearest came back for his R&amp;amp;R and we have been travelling up to Kuala Terengganu to visit the in laws and down to Johor Bahru to visit my parents.  Not forgetting spending ways to much time at the shopping mall :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly hope that I will be getting better soon because I have a baby to take care off.  I hope my daughter will not catch the flu from me.  As for now, I took some flu medication, drink plenty of water and drink water mix with honey and lemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling sick.....Uwah!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-7100369676205086653?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/7100369676205086653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=7100369676205086653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/7100369676205086653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/7100369676205086653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2009/07/flu-and-sore-throat.html' title='Flu and Sore Throat'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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-4736825157316230039.post-8521140281950994558</id><published>2009-06-27T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:14:51.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip To JB</title><content type='html'>One of the "MUST DO" list of things that we do every time for hubby R&amp;amp;R is trip to JB.  We took of from KL yesterday at 9.02pm and arrived in JB almost 1am in morning.  The journey was alhamdullilah smooth sailing.  We had a short pit stop at Melaka Air Keroh rest area to streatch our legs and to use the facilities. Fuh lega....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is Maisya 2nd trip to JB. She went here earlier in her life during her "dalam hari". Maisya is not my parents first grand daughter. But for now she is the 'latest' addition to the family :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of my parents doted her so much especially my father.  He would call me almost everyday just to ask me about her little grand daughter and to listen to her chattering or even screaming at the background :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have such a wonderful parents. I can't say that they are perfect parents or perfect couples, but who are?  They supported me in anyway they can, always be there for me, teaches me about life and the most important is that they love me unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the love shined in their eyes and radiated on their faces everytimes they see their childrens, in laws and grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my parents so much and I hope if I am lucky enough, Maisya or any future children that I have will love both of me and my hubby too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-8521140281950994558?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/8521140281950994558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=8521140281950994558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/8521140281950994558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/8521140281950994558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2009/06/trip-to-jb.html' title='Trip To JB'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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-4736825157316230039.post-1615912705813829465</id><published>2009-06-14T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:10:32.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Dear Is Back...</title><content type='html'>Yes! Yes! Yes!.  Finally my dearest hubby is back for the 2 weeks break.  I am so HAPPY!!! DELIRIOUS!!!  I went to the KLIA with Maisya and my 10 years old nephew D to pick him up.  Arrived at the airport around 2.45pm and there he was standing at the arrival door smiling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I parked the car, opened the door, walked to him and hugs and kisses him all over.  I can't describe the happiness of finally seeing him after 2 months and 2 weeks being away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the back door and showed him our daugther Maisya.  The look on his face was priceless, simply wonderful.  His happiness radiates on his eyes :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are finally together, hubby, baby Maisya and I. ONE HAPPY FAMILY :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-1615912705813829465?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/1615912705813829465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=1615912705813829465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/1615912705813829465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/1615912705813829465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2009/06/daddy-dear-is-back.html' title='Daddy Dear Is Back...'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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-4736825157316230039.post-8383756804795372330</id><published>2009-06-14T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:06:00.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies Gathering</title><content type='html'>Today, hubby's younger brother, wifey and daughter dropped by our crib. The funny thing is, their little baby also named Khaliesah like Maisya (Maisarah Khaliesah). She was borned almost 2 months earlier than Maisya. She is so adorable but all babies are adorable and cute. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin L ,wifey S and baby I also dropped by today. After 15 years of marriage, they finally be blessed with a baby. I am so glad and happy for them. Baby I was 36 days old today and he looks exactly like his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my little princess was surrounded by her cousins. Her reaction? She was kindda clueless, a little bit grumpy and just want to be hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cuddled baby I for a while, and I can't believed how light the baby was. He is about 4.7kg I think. But after carrying Maisya which is around 6.1kg, 4.7kg is nothing for me. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them went home around 6.30pm. Gave Maisya her warm bath, breastfeed her and she slept like a long till now :). She must be so tired. Poor Maisya. As for me, I think I should go to bed soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is, HUBBY IS GOING BACK IN 13 Hours and 30 Minutes time!!!! YAHOOOO!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-8383756804795372330?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/8383756804795372330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=8383756804795372330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/8383756804795372330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/8383756804795372330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2009/06/babies-gathering.html' title='Babies Gathering'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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-4736825157316230039.post-7270212899467447730</id><published>2009-06-11T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:09:47.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having A Bad Day?</title><content type='html'>Maisya is having a bad day today. In the morning, she was okay, smiling and playing happily with me but from noon till evening, she was kindda grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cried a lot and want to be hold all the time. She took 2 very short naps. Usually, I would make her had a long noon nap and wake up around 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Zarin is here sleeping over with her son, Didi. So I took the opportunity to rest for a while and let her play and hold Maisya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In late evening Kak Zap and her two daughters dropped by. She played with Maisya and stold me that Maisya already started to recognize people. While she was holding Maisya, I called her name and she actually answered in her own language. Heheheh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kak Zap mandikan Maisya la yer hari ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Zap: Okay.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah! Ila naik atas siapkan air mandi Maisya la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went upstairs and prepared the bath water. Maisya started to cry as I undressed her. I passed Maisya to Kak Zap, she started to cry louder. As Kak Zap about wash her, she cried her lungs out. Kak Zap passed Maisya back to me and said that Maisya already started to know people and she refused for her aunty to bath her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she was too grumpy because she had not enough sleep. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was back to me to bath her. heheh...Poor Maisya, she was so grumpy she still cried during the bath time. Dressed her, gave her some milk to drink, passed her to Kak Zap to cuddle and I took a quick shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went downstairs, I saw that Kak Zap already went back home while Kak Zarin was holding Maisya and my daughter already in her slumberland. ZZzzzZZZZzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-7270212899467447730?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/7270212899467447730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=7270212899467447730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/7270212899467447730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/7270212899467447730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2009/06/maisya-is-having-bad-day-today.html' title='Having A Bad Day?'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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-4736825157316230039.post-4253768000070078537</id><published>2009-06-08T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:35:52.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursery Rhymes and Lullaby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SizKMLj26mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ToqE3NPgUbM/s1600-h/DSCN3229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344869168392366690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SizKMLj26mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ToqE3NPgUbM/s320/DSCN3229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maisya loves her Nursery Rhymes&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I was a little girl, I used to learn nursery rhymes at the kindergarten. But as I grew older, it seemed that I have forgotten most of the nursery rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my friends if they remember the nursery rhymes they used to learn at school, and most of them are in the same boat with me :). Ziltch,...Nadda....Can't recalled them except very few of the nursery rhymes. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends told me instead her teaching her daugther and son nursery rhymes, who taught her nursery rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is not for my daugther, I would not even bother to purchase a nursery rhymes book and try to learn and to memorize them. It seemed that my 3 months old Maisya loves me singing nursery rhymes to her. The best part is she don't even mind croaking voice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Old Man, Fives Littles Ducks, Mary had A Little Lamb, Humpty Dumpty etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also love me humming or singing her lullaby and she will drift of to slumberland. I don't make it a habit, but when she got grumpy or from time to time, I would hum and sing lullaby to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learn about my baby is, she always loves me to hold her, to cuddles her, to kiss her and to talk to her. And I love doing it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't even remember simple nursery rhymes and lullaby, am I able to remember what I have learnt at school and university? All those history facts, maths (calculus, statistic etc....), science, geography, marketing, consumer behaviour, management, organizational behaviour etc....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have forgotten almost all of them. If I read the books again, it might as well written in alien language. Hehehe...But, I know somehow what I have learnt at school and university will always be a part of me, of who I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is an opportunity, I would like to further my study and education. A PhD perhaps? Cooking lessons? Language classes? Religious classes? Mengaji? Anything that will add value to my life and me as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Little Ducks Went Out One Day&lt;br /&gt;Over The Hills and Far Away&lt;br /&gt;Mother Duck said, "Quack, quack, quack, quack,"&lt;br /&gt;But only four little ducks came back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Old Man, he played one&lt;br /&gt;He played knick-knack on a drum&lt;br /&gt;With a knick-knack, paddy whack&lt;br /&gt;Give a dog a bone&lt;br /&gt;This old man came rolling home :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-4253768000070078537?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/4253768000070078537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=4253768000070078537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/4253768000070078537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/4253768000070078537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2009/06/nursery-rhymes-and-lullaby.html' title='Nursery Rhymes and Lullaby'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SizKMLj26mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ToqE3NPgUbM/s72-c/DSCN3229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-8863095382346243365</id><published>2009-06-07T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:39:30.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tub Accident</title><content type='html'>Today I got careless and my baby almost got injured :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning bath is one of the moment where  I love spending time with my baby.  I would lovingly wash her hair, lather her whole body with Sebamed baby soap, and she simply loves playing with the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I am not sure how, maybe due to my carelessness, my stupidity, my my baby got slipped and felt face down into the tub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cried, and cried, in a tone that was so sad, it seemed that she saying she can't understand how could I do that to her, how can I as her mother let her felt down. But I am thankful to Allah that she is not injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah! I am so sorry Maisya. I promised that I will take extra care when I am holding you. I promised that no harm will come to you and do my best to protect you. I love you so much princess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-8863095382346243365?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/8863095382346243365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=8863095382346243365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/8863095382346243365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/8863095382346243365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2009/06/tub-accident.html' title='Tub Accident'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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-4736825157316230039.post-5528183091037871774</id><published>2009-06-06T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:59:00.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/Sioe1yYTLiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/TaeQtN33bfg/s1600-h/DSCN2986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344117817234107938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/Sioe1yYTLiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/TaeQtN33bfg/s320/DSCN2986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My two sweethearts. Hubby and our little princess Maisya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taken when Maisya 24 days old&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;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much sleep do actually a person need? 8 hours? 7 Hours? 4 Hours? When I was younger, my mum used to nag me to go to sleep earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom used to say, " Pegi tido. Dah malam. Nanti lewat sangat tido, tengok tu bawah mata dah hitam. Tido kena cukup 8 jam. Macam mana ni, suka sangat tido lewat....yadda yadda yadda....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, it is not I don't want to sleep at night. I always have problem sleeping during the night. To avoid being nagged or scolded, I always switched off the light and end up reading. In the end, I will always switched off the light, and read story books by using the torchlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my daughter right now, I can understand why my mom always nagged me to off to bed. It seemed that if she do not get enough sleep, she will end up being grouchy. Maisya seemed like to sleep late at night, around 11pm and wake up around 10am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did tried to teach her to sleep earlier, but I guess to my own fault, I don't exactly keep her to her routine. From time to time, she will sleep around 7.00pm after her warm bath and body massage. She still does not sleep throughout the night and wake up during the night for feeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the daytime, I always make her go for a nap. Looking at her angelic face especially when she is sleeping, I feel so blessed........... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-5528183091037871774?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/5528183091037871774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=5528183091037871774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/5528183091037871774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/5528183091037871774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-much-sleep-do-baby-needs.html' title='Sleeping Angels'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/Sioe1yYTLiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/TaeQtN33bfg/s72-c/DSCN2986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-705137443111694767</id><published>2009-06-05T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:19:12.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating Blog</title><content type='html'>Urgh...See...Told you. I am sucks at writing. It has been months since I the last time I updated my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Fida told me that I should keep a blog, as now she is a proud owner of a blogger herself. And I told her that I once had a blog but I am too lazy to update my blog. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching my little niece updating her blogger, and I told myself ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What The heck, since I am no longer unemployed, a desperate housewife, I might as well start to write again and to polish my non existance writing skills" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my second attempt to update my blog and I hope I will diligently updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! By the way, I am a proud mummy of 3 months old princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SijfTtlvBYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gjgkAYQajwA/s1600-h/DSCN3204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343766487623468418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SijfTtlvBYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gjgkAYQajwA/s320/DSCN3204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Maisya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how adorable and sweet her smile is. For my eyes, I think she looks like her father. They are like two peas in a pod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-705137443111694767?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/705137443111694767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=705137443111694767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/705137443111694767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/705137443111694767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2009/06/updating-blog.html' title='Updating Blog'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SijfTtlvBYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gjgkAYQajwA/s72-c/DSCN3204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-4544263085086832625</id><published>2008-08-21T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:06:28.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Help Us God....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I am feeling a little bit down. I woke up in the morning with a heavy head. My head is aching and my heart feels so heavy. I am a little bit upset today. It is because of hormone or there is something deeper in my mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God please help me. I am torn between two decisions either to quit or not to quit my job. My husband and I have several conversations about this, but unfortunately it is still unresolved. My husband would prefer me to quit my job and be with him here in Sudan especially right now I am pregnant with our first baby. But, my parents are against me quitting my job. I am so confused. I know that I cannot live without having my husband around. We had tried living apart before and it really torturing my soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my pregnancy, regardless if I quit my job or not, I still have to go back to Malaysia maybe latest in my 8th month’s pregnancy. But we are worry if there is a complication with my pregnancy which doesn’t allow me to fly back to Malaysia and we really do not want me to give birth in Sudan. So, I might have to go back to Malaysia earlier and living apart from my husband at least for 2 months. He will try to come back to Malaysia for the birth of our baby and try to stay in Malaysia as long as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is very worry about living me alone in Malaysia, but he still unable to go back to Malaysia for good. Please...Please...Please....Please Help Us God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-4544263085086832625?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/4544263085086832625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/4544263085086832625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2008/08/please-help-us-god.html' title='Please Help Us God....'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-5864701593316641114</id><published>2008-08-18T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T03:44:51.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pick Up The Fridge Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am so freaking sleepy.  Yesterday, I slept at 4am.  I took a way too long nap in the evening and I end up having difficulties sleeping at night.  Before going to bed, I watched Spiderwick Chronicles and Stardust.  The movies marathon ended around 3am and still I can’t sleep. So I picked up the story book and read using my Sony mobile phone torchlight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up around 9.30am and I literally have to drag myself from bed.  I wish I can sleep longer, but yesterday my hubby told me that the Sudanese maintenance guy is planning to drop by in the morning to pick up the broken refrigerator and see if he can repair it.  I obviously have to wake up by the time he come to the house, right?  Now, it is 2.45pm but still no sight of the maintenance guy. Sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the outside view is yellowish in color.  This indicates that we are having sandstorm.  I hate the sandstorm because it will make the house so dusty with all the little grain of sand.  Even though I shut every single windows and doors, the sand will always managed to find their ways into the house by sneaking through the tiniest holes.  Urgh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take a nap!!!  Please maintenance guy, come and pick up the fridge now......&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-5864701593316641114?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/5864701593316641114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/5864701593316641114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2008/08/please-pick-up-fridge-now.html' title='Please Pick Up The Fridge Now'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-8469300784949009828</id><published>2008-08-15T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T00:43:38.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolates...Chocolates....Chocolates....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am so freaking tired.  I had enough sleep yesterday, slept around 2am and woke up around 9am, but yet today I can’t help but taking a nap at noon.  It is due to my laziness or is it normal for pregnant lady to feel tired all the time?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For breakfast, I had bread, nutella and 2 glasses of milk.  Since the pregnancy, I think almost every day I had bread, nutella and 2 glasses of milk for breakfast.  I can’t cook due the odour, and I am not a morning person who even can start cooking to make nice breakfast.  So bread, nutella and 2 glasses of milk is sort of the permanent menu for my breakfast. Hehehhe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SKRebRZ8U9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lsWBTaqzMrM/s1600-h/homejar.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234412489533051858" style="WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="184" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SKRebRZ8U9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lsWBTaqzMrM/s320/homejar.gif" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I had stopped taking duphaston for 2 days, since my last appointment with Dr Naila.  Today, i have a yellowish discharge on my panty liner. Not much, but since I had some spotting before I am quite worried if there is something wrong with the baby.  We will be going to see the doctor tonight to send my urine and blood tests result to her, so I guess we will be asking her about the discharge.  What I notice after stopping taking duphaston is my nausea has lessened compared to while I am taking duphaston.  The cramping in my tummy still come and goes.  It is normal to feel this way?  I am freaking out.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so hungry. Hey, I just ate an almond croissant but still hungry? Urgh, no wonder I am gaining weight so fast. By the end of the pregnancy, I think my weight will tip off the weighting scale. Right now I am hogging the ferrero rocher.  I have eaten some expensive chocolate, Godiva Chocolate, Belgian chocolate, swiss chocolate, Lindt chocolate, etc but somehow, my favourite chocolate is still Ferrero Rocher.  Another chocolate that I love is Snickers. It seemed that every day I would have to eat atleast 1 piece of Ferrero Rocher and 1 bar of Snickers.  Not very healthy huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234412491786932178" style="WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="204" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SKRebZzTz9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vRj0rzawIXg/s320/ferrerorocher-sm.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SKRebtAoT1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZrazVCuWal4/s1600-h/180px-Snickers_wrapped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234412496943075154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SKRebtAoT1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZrazVCuWal4/s320/180px-Snickers_wrapped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Right now it is 7.17pm and my hubby still at work. Sucks.  He did not even called me to inform that he will be late today :( .  But he did inform me yesterday that he might me late today due to some meeting with people from UK.  I hope he will be back soon....I miss him already.  I don't think that I can manage without having him around.  I don't know how I did manage to survive living alone in Kuala Lumpur for almost 2 years while my hubby working in Khartoum until finally we decided I should join him in Khartoum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-8469300784949009828?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/8469300784949009828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=8469300784949009828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/8469300784949009828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/8469300784949009828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2008/08/chocolateschocolateschocolates.html' title='Chocolates...Chocolates....Chocolates....'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SKRebRZ8U9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lsWBTaqzMrM/s72-c/homejar.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-140734675319948533</id><published>2008-08-13T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:06:52.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Dr Check Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was my 2nd appointment with Dr. Naila to see the progress of my pregnancy. My hubby was supposed to drop by to the clinic to register my name around 4pm but he has an urgent meeting and unable to go to the clinic. He returned home around 6pm, and asked what I would like to eat for dinner. I just said that I would like to eat fish and chips. He said he was so hungry, he needs to eat something heavier and we decided to go to Havana for our dinner. We ordered chicken kebab (for my hubby), tabush salad, bread, pine hommus, custard, lemon juice and mineral water. Dinner was good, I like the salad and the custard was simply delicious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went straight to the clinic to register my name and I am on the 7th on the list. The reception informed us that the doctor will be in the clinic around 8.30pm so we decided to go back home first and told the reception that we will came back around 10.00pm. On our way back home, we stopped by Ozone to get some bread. Since I can’t stand the overwhelming smell of bakery, I just stand outside the bakery while my hubby purchased oats grain bread, almond croissant and lemonade slush for me. I love lemonade slush. Oh man, suddenly I can’t stop thinking of hot lai chee kang. Yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we home to catch magrib prayer. I was lying down on bed feeling nauseated, went to the toilet and vomited. Yucks. I took my shower and rest while waiting for my doctor appointment. At 10pm, we were finally on our way to the hospital. The hospital is about 15 minutes away from home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding parking at the hospital is always a taxing job. The hospital do not have proper parking lot, we have to park the car by the roadside. I don’t remember seeing and parking lot for any of the hospitals in Khartoum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we missed our turn. But the bright side was, since we came late, the waiting area was not as crowded as our previous visit. Around 10 minutes of waiting period, it was our turn to see the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I am having a mixed feeling seeing the doctor. I am very happy to see my pregnancy and baby progress but on the same time I am scared if there is something wrong with me or with the baby. Dr Naila checked my blood pressure, BP 100/60, normal. Checked my weight, previous month 57.4kg, this month 58.9kg, an increased of 1.5kg considered normal. She asked if during the 1 month do I have any more bleeding or spotting and the answer is no, and she said I can stopped taking duphaston but to continue taking folic acid and vominore(to suppress vomiting, which I have not been taking. Opss. I took once, but I still vomited so I stopped taking it) twice daily. Okay, I will start taking vominore....I must take the pill 30 minutes before meal twice daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the doctor asked me to lie down on the bed and she scanned the baby. The baby looks so beautiful, wriggling the whole body. Doctor Naila informed the baby is progressing normally, and we can actually see the blinking on the screen and wriggling of the baby indicating the baby heartbeat. She even showed us the baby limb which can be seen on the scanner monitor. Then she measured the size of the baby and said the baby is about 9 weeks and 4 days old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so glad that the baby is fine. We wished we can listen to the baby heartbeat, but seeing the baby wriggling and blinking, somehow comfort us. We asked the doctor if it is okay for me to travel by flight to go back to Malaysia and she advised us to wait until I have completed my 1st trimester before travelling due to my previous history of spotting. Then, the doctor told me to do some urine and blood test. What I can’t understand is, in Sudan for almost all doctor visits, they will end up requiring you to do urine and blood tests. Our next appointment is set for another 4 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, we stopped at Yastabashirun Hospital for me to do urine and blood tests. We rather go to Yastabashirun Hospital to do blood test because the place is cleaner and the lab technicians wear new gloves every time the change patience. Unfortunately, yesterday the lab technician that took my blood was a little bit rough and my hand was still bleeding until we reached home. We will be getting our result today, and I guess my hubby will drop by the hospital from work to pick up the result. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SKKipeldGAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_VnTqzZVETQ/s1600-h/9+weeks.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233924550426433538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SKKipeldGAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_VnTqzZVETQ/s320/9+weeks.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SKKh6AMwCDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4pYhundolnM/s1600-h/9+weeks+3+d.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233923734815901746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SKKh6AMwCDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4pYhundolnM/s320/9+weeks+3+d.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(Note: Pictures taken from &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/"&gt;http://www.babycenter.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-140734675319948533?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/140734675319948533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=140734675319948533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/140734675319948533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/140734675319948533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2008/08/2nd-dr-check-up.html' title='2nd Dr Check Up'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SKKipeldGAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_VnTqzZVETQ/s72-c/9+weeks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-5585834242444985916</id><published>2008-08-10T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T15:01:08.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch and Dinner</title><content type='html'>Urgh...I am having a bad stomach bloated and wind.  My tummy is so huge as if I am 5 months pregnant.  How long shall I feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Saturday, and it is a working day for my hubby.  Half day for Saturday. For lunch today, my hubby fried some fish and chips.  We actually finished the whole packed of breaded hammour fish, squeezed with lemon and dipped in tartar sauce. It was simple delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh...Not very healthy choice of food, but we really do not know what else to cook.  I can’t eat any foods that have lots of spices, my tummy will happily reject them.  I am so sick of chicken, can’t event smell them anymore. What else can I eat here in Sudan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after our lunch, we had our after nap. Hehe...It is sort of a routine, to sleep on weekends evening.  I woke up close to 7pm, feeling very groggily. I know I should not sleep in the evening, but I feel so tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband asked me what I would like to eat for dinner.  Shall we go out for dinner? Do I have any idea what should we eat?  I guess both of us are clueless and have no idea what to eat.  Then, he searched some recipes from my cooking book and came up with several recipes. Finally, he decided to cook daging masak merah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before dinner, I chewed 2 tablets of Actal to reduce the wind in my tummy.  Dinner was ready, and I ate daging masak merah, rice with some soy sauce.  Unfortunately, right after dinner, I was hit with nausea wave, rushed to the toilet and vomited about a quarter of what I have eaten. Since our housemate is in his room at that time, I have to vomit very quietly and my husband cannot be in the toilet with me.  We are still trying to keep the pregnancy secret from everyone until I have completed my 1st trimester. I still have another 3 weeks before I completed my 1st trimester. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, my hubby went out to the grocery store to get some milk and fish fillets. Everyday my dearest and I would drink at least 1 glass of milk.  Very healthy? NOT!  The problem is in Sudan, there is only full cream fresh milk. There is no such thing as low fat milk. So, drinking fresh milk can be very fattening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJ6RNlKC7WI/AAAAAAAAADg/D7S8iSLrcp8/s1600-h/Milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJ6RNlKC7WI/AAAAAAAAADg/D7S8iSLrcp8/s1600-h/Milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232779479549668706" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="129" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJ6RNlKC7WI/AAAAAAAAADg/D7S8iSLrcp8/s320/Milk.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-5585834242444985916?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/5585834242444985916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=5585834242444985916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/5585834242444985916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/5585834242444985916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2008/08/lunch-and-dinner.html' title='Lunch and Dinner'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJ6RNlKC7WI/AAAAAAAAADg/D7S8iSLrcp8/s72-c/Milk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-5569037793218069742</id><published>2008-08-09T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:16:48.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today I woke up around 9am. My tummy is so bloated, and it hurts. I am not sure if bloated due to the medication, pregnancy or what I ate yesterday. I forced myself to eat 2 slices of whole wheat bread spread with nutella and drank 2 glasses of milk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was Friday and in Sudan, Friday is non working day. Early in the morning, around 6.30am my hubby went for his Friday morning tennis session with his friends. Around 9.30am, he arrived home from the game and woke me up to go to breakfast date at the Ozone. I was so sleepy yesterday, and I am having difficulty waking up. But, my tummy was so hungry, I dragged myself to the toilet and took my morning shower. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Uwarghh......(Yawn...) I know, I know. 9.30am is rather late. But, to my defend, I always sleep late at night around 2am and on top of that I keep waking during the night to go to the toilet. Excuses, excuses, excuses.... Then my hubby turn to shower and I took my own sweet time to get ready. Oh well, my hubby dearest always manage to spend hours in the toilet, and I still not sure what he actually does in the toilet for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJ1-E-7tl_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/kuFC1xt6QPk/s1600-h/819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232476966152411122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="216" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJ1-E-7tl_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/kuFC1xt6QPk/s320/819.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJ1-FK0P8qI/AAAAAAAAADY/HACeWscv9jI/s1600-h/Friday+Outing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232476969342333602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJ1-FK0P8qI/AAAAAAAAADY/HACeWscv9jI/s320/Friday+Outing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Finally, approximately 10.30am we arrived at Ozone. We ordered chicken sandwich, toffee walnut role, black forest cake, mineral water and lemonade slush. Since I am having problem eating chicken, I ended up giving some of the chicken from my portion to my hubby. I love the toffee walnut role, is it just simply scrumptious. The black forest cake is just okay, not as nice as Ozone’s chocolate cake. While having our breakfast, my hubby received a phone call from office that required him to write some urgent letters. We quickly finished our breakfast and went home for him to work from home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was writing the urgent letters to be submitted to his boss, I just lay on bed reading story book and then got sleepy and take a quick nap. I woke from my quick nap and my hubby informed me that my mom has been trying to call me. So, I called Malaysia to talk to my mom. The conversation wasn’t a smooth conversation. I had some concern the way my mom and my niece handle the maid salary. We just employed this Indonesian maid for almost a year. Right now she is on vacation in Indonesia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the thing is, to entice her to come back to my parents’ home, my mom and my niece promised her to give an increment of RM100. The current salary is RM460. I do agree that maybe we can raise the salary but not up to RM100. An increment of RM is more than 20% of salary increment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What disappoint me most is, they do not discuss with me or with my dad about the salary increment. My mom told me that the maid complained that the agent promised is she work in Malaysia her salary will be RM700, but I do remember the last time my mom told me that the maid said RM400. This make me realise that, I am no longer have any input to the house decision. I am an outsider. What makes me sadder, when I called my dad, he said that his input is not being appreciated. My mom do not even discuss with him about this issue. I said to my dad, the promised has been made, so we have no choice except to pay as we promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the Friday prayer, we went to my hubby’s boss house for lunch. My hubby bought some tuna fish earlier of the week and sent it to his boss house. His boss promised that he will cook Kelatanese style nasi dagang for Friday lunch. I can’t remember the last time I had nasi dagang, but I have to admit, lunch was very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was 08.08.08 and the grand Opening Ceremony of Olympic in Beijing China was held. The event started at 8.08pm in China time, and 3.08pm Sudanese time. The event, I have to admit was very grand and beautiful. The choreography, performances, presentations, lighting, fireworks were very beautiful, grand and amazing. I don’t think any other country especially Malaysia can do like what China did for the Olympic opening ceremony. The creativity, discipline, precision, dedication and people needed to make the ceremony a successful event deserved to receive a standing ovation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJ14T8XjawI/AAAAAAAAACg/z8UeyAhaEUY/s1600-h/Img214516788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232470626092149506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJ14T8XjawI/AAAAAAAAACg/z8UeyAhaEUY/s320/Img214516788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJ14UDUnxoI/AAAAAAAAACo/W1l72RIRp4Y/s1600-h/Img214517940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232470627958900354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJ14UDUnxoI/AAAAAAAAACo/W1l72RIRp4Y/s320/Img214517940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232469569422633698" style="WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="89" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJ13Wb96KuI/AAAAAAAAACI/IIBANXSNMQw/s320/Img214516397.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In the evening, my hubby was so tired and he took a nap. Me, feeling a little bit tired and nauseated, I took a nap with him. After 2 hours, I woke up and my hubby dearest was still sleeping like a baby. I decided not to disturb him and did my own stuff. Around 7pm I woke him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking the nap, both of us having upset and bloated tummy. My hubby informed me it was due to the glutinous rice we ate for lunch. My tummy was so huge and bloated, I felt like taking a pin and poke my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, we went to Solitaire. We ordered some grilled fish with fries, tempura shrimps, mineral water and lemonade. While waiting for dinner, suddenly I felt so nauseated, went to the toilet and vomited. After vomiting, I felt slightly better. Went back to my table and told my hubby what happened in the toilet. He looked so worried and asked if I want to take away the food and eat at home. I tried to ease his worry and told him that I am feeling much better. It was so crowded yesterday, and we received our food quite late. I still feel slightly nauseated and ate my food slowly. I love the grilled fish and tempura shrimps, very yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, we stopped at Marwa to purchase some groceries. We bought some fish fillets, fries, bread crumbs, tartar sauce and banana and go back straight home. Feeling nauseated, I went to the toilet and vomited water. Yuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby took pity on me, put away the groceries and make me hot milo, my favourite comfort drink. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-5569037793218069742?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/5569037793218069742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=5569037793218069742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/5569037793218069742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/5569037793218069742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday-outing.html' title='Friday Outing'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJ1-E-7tl_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/kuFC1xt6QPk/s72-c/819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-6470902619989773878</id><published>2008-08-08T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:17:38.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last In, First Out...The Winner is Fruit Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello! I was thinking of writing something, anything yesterday, but unfortunately I was under attacked by the nausea feeling. I was sick for the whole day...Sucks. I can’t lie down because I will feel like throwing up, and I can’t even sit because I still feel like throwing up. The entire odour in the house annoyed me. Yesterday, I defrosted fishes, planned to clean it up and prepared the fishes so dearest hubby can cook later in the evening. But, I can’t even stand the smell of the fishes. I can’t even enter the kitchen without gagging. Yikes...On top of that, my butt is still hurting and I am having problem walking properly. And my tummy cramped a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my hubby came back from work, I complained at him about my predicament. Hehe...He just said that, “Kesian sayang, baby nak membesar la tu. Baby naughty yer hari ni?” (Poor saying. The baby wants to grow bigger. Baby has been naughty today?) I apologized to him for being so useless today, not able to help around the house because I feel so tired and nauseated. He said it was okay...He just want me to rest. Oh my god, how much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, we end up going to Havana for dinner. We ordered fatush salad, hommos with pines, bread, lemon juice, mineral waters and fruits salad for dessert. I rather like the fatush salad because it tastes sourly, but I can’t finish my lemon juice because it tasted bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home, we stopped at Marwa, a groceries store to get some groceries. We bought milk, beef (I refused to eat chicken), lime and tomatoes. Suddenly, my hubby said we have to go home soon because he got a bad case of stomach ache. Hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we reached home, my hubby jumped into the bathroom to do his business. As for me, I just leave the groceries in the living room because I can’t enter the kitchen without gagging. I just went to the room and lie down because suddenly I was hit by a wave of nausea. I waited until my hubby went out from the toilet, give some time for any unpleasant odour to vanish and went to the sink and vomited. My hubby went to the toilet and starts to stroke my back gently to make me feel better while I was vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling so tired, I went to bed around 8.45pm. Then somewhere 11pm something I woke up and realized that I have not taken my medication. I nudged my hubby, who was apparently sleeping too and ask him to get me the medicine because I was feeling very tired, sleepy and disoriented. He asked would I like to have some food or milo, I said no and the medicine and water should be enough. Took the medicine and try to sleep again. Unfortunately, suddenly I felt so fresh and cannot sleep. As for my hubby, he crawled back to bed and sleep. I nudged him again, and reminded him that he has not brush his teeth and do his isyak prayer. So, he woke up again to do both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got hungry and I asked for milo. So, he went to kitchen to make 2 cups of milo (I can’t go to the kitchen because I can’t stand the odour), one for me and one for him. He got hungry too...Poor guy. I really, really pity my husband because honestly I put him thru hell during this pregnancy. My hubby always has been a great guy, never complaint, not even once. I am so lucky to marry him. He spoilt me rotten. Sayang, how am I supposed to survive without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were wide awake, and we joked around. He said that he actually checked out what I threw out just now to make sure that I didn’t throw out everything I eat. He told me if he sees that I vomited everything, he will make me eat more because he doesn’t want me to have empty stomach. Anyway, the he joked that, since I just vomited the fruit salad, I have to pay him 1 Sudanese Pound for food wastage. Hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He remembered that my left butt and thigh has been aching and hurting for few days and he offered to massage them. I offered to massage his knee, but he say he just want me to rest and massaged his knee by himself. His left knee has been hurting for a while. He promised that he will go and see the doctor this trip back to Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am truly amazed about my husband is his ability to sleep. No matter how long he has been sleeping during the day, he still manages to sleep like a baby at night. That should be considered as the 8th wonders of the world. As for me, I am having problem sleeping at night, as usual. Nowadays, with the frequent trips to the toilet make me having more problem sleeping and end up very tired during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, my all day sickness is not as bad as yesterday. I do feel nauseated, but did not vomited so far. I feel tired but unable to sleep. I cooked plain porridge for dinner, and my hubby will cook spicy anchovies, fried salted fish and fried some eggs later in the evening. I am unable to help him with the cooking because I can’t stand the strong smell of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine, Ailina is in Japan right for training. She will be there for a week. We were chatting earlier of the day, and she said that she is planning to go to HRC Tokyo to get some souvenir and asked if I would like anything. I asked her to purchase 1 woman and 1 man t-shirt both size L and I will pay her back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-6470902619989773878?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/6470902619989773878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/6470902619989773878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-in-first-outthe-winner-is-fruit.html' title='Last In, First Out...The Winner is Fruit Salad'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-2013166623960484183</id><published>2008-08-06T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:24:25.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Exactly a month ago, I woke up and did a home pregnancy test and it showed positive. Today I am 8 weeks and 3 days (59 days) pregnant; I have approximately another 221 days of pregnancy to go. I think this is the longest period of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2 nights in a row, I got awful nightmares. 2 days ago, I dreamt that I was bleeding and miscarriage the baby in my womb. Last night I had another nightmare. I dreamt that my hubby and I went to Bandung to do shopping and then I accidently step on my skirt and I fell down, feeling so scared that due to the fall, I miscarriage the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why these nightmares? I know that nightmare and dreams are not real, but I guess somehow this nightmare is projected due to what I am really feeling right now. I have to admit that I was so scared that I am going to lose this baby. It was so difficult to conceive this baby make me feel that I am so scared that anything going to happen to the other life inside me. Now I understand what people say that once you have children of your own, you will want the best for them, willing to sacrifice your life and willing to walk the fire of purgatory for them. I am only 2 months pregnant, and I am already starting to worry about the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be a good mother? Honestly, I do not know. I am the youngest in the family, the baby of the family and my parents especially my father spoilt me thoroughly. I have almost everything on silver platters. My parents rarely denied me anything and always be there to do things for me. Will I be responsible enough for the baby? How am I going to raise my little angel? I am so scared that I will going to do something wrong and ruin my child life. My dear baby, I will do my best to raise you to be a good Muslim, and good human who is loving, caring, patience, responsible, compassionate, loyal, honest, respect other people, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today my hubby cooked fried bee hoon. I had prepared the ingredients earlier, sliced and marinated the beef, sliced some chilli, chopped the onions, garlic and ginger and blended them with some dried shrimps. As soon as he arrived home from work, he fried the noodles for dinner. I guess he is getting better in cooking and I am so glad that I can just lazing around while he is cooking. It is not I don’t want to cook, it just I can’t stand the smell of food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all day sickness is slightly worst today. In the evening, I keep feeling nauseated and end up I vomited just a little bit around 7 something at night. Right now, it is 9.00pm and my uterus is hurting a little bit. I hope everything is okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-2013166623960484183?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/2013166623960484183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/2013166623960484183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2008/08/nightmares.html' title='Nightmares'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-7607672093636538010</id><published>2008-08-04T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:25:54.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Weeks Pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJtSzaZDEmI/AAAAAAAAABM/o3SR2bD3aTw/s1600-h/8th+week.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231866435332149858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJtSzaZDEmI/AAAAAAAAABM/o3SR2bD3aTw/s320/8th+week.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJtRjnUgk4I/AAAAAAAAABE/BuvFi41VYAs/s1600-h/8+week+3d.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231865064413238146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="173" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJtRjnUgk4I/AAAAAAAAABE/BuvFi41VYAs/s320/8+week+3d.bmp" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is pretty much a mundane day. Nothing much interesting happened today. Last 2 weeks, my hubby bought me henna from Afra and only today I have the mood and time to wear the henna on my finger nails. I am supposed to wear it as long as possible to get the dark reddish color, but unfortunately I can’t wear them too long because I need to go to the toilet to pee. So, the color turns out to be orange reddish. Not the exact color I hope it going to be. But that is the price for being impatience and has to go to the toilet all the time. Heheh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am 8 weeks pregnant. How do I feel being 8 weeks pregnant? Honestly, I am still terrified. I am still in the first semester, still not out of the wood yet. I was reading somewhere that the first semester is the time that women commonly miscarriage. I am so scared that I am going to lose the life inside my womb. I still have to go thru another 1 month to finally enter the second trimesters and another 7 months and 2 weeks to finally hold my baby in my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our journey to get this baby to this stage is not an easy journey. We have been through a lot to reach this stage and I really hope and pray that the baby will be born healthy. Do I wish the baby to be a girl or a boy? My husband and I do not have any preference. We are just glad that we going to have a baby on our own. My dear unborn child, your daddy and I love you very much and we can’t wait to finally meet you. My morning or all day sickness come and goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I am felling okay, but suddenly there will be waves of nausea coming and I feel awful. But so far, I have not vomited anymore. I am still taking Duphaston 10mg and folic acid twice daily. Oh my God, I feel so bloated. My tummy is so huge. I read the pamphlet for Duphaston and it stated that one of the side effects is the tummy being bloated. My tummy is so huge as if there is a 6 months old baby and not 2 months old baby inside my womb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweetheart, I am willing to do almost anything for you to be born in this world. Mommy and daddy love you with all our hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**(Note: Photos were taken from &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/"&gt;http://www.babycenter.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-7607672093636538010?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/7607672093636538010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=7607672093636538010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/7607672093636538010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/7607672093636538010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2008/08/8-weeks-pregnant.html' title='8 Weeks Pregnant'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJtSzaZDEmI/AAAAAAAAABM/o3SR2bD3aTw/s72-c/8th+week.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-6344968287533351395</id><published>2008-08-01T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:20:12.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Dinner @ Rotana Hotel, Khartoum, Sudan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231840265421016178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJs7AH4BTHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BGgOcRj58mE/s320/Card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJs602HWIII/AAAAAAAAAA0/SjQs-u8tiIE/s1600-h/Rotana+Birthday+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231840071674896514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJs602HWIII/AAAAAAAAAA0/SjQs-u8tiIE/s320/Rotana+Birthday+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my birthday 29th July 2008, I received a lovely card from my dearest hubby. I am kind of amazed that he managed to purchase a birthday card in Sudan. Hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the card, he has written such lovely words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Sayang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 31st Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much and I’m so happy that we are celebrating your birthday with our baby ‘inside’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this card will remind that we are in Sudan, and thanks for being here for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mozaffar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.07.2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much my dearest hubby. I really appreciate the thought and effort you put into giving me the cards and for such lovely words written on the card. I am so lucky to have you as my soul mate. You always managed to make me smile and I do love you even when you make my blood boil from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my 31st birthday, my hubby and celebrated the birthday in Khartoum. For dinner, we went to nice and romantic dinner at Rotana Hotel. Rotana is the brand new hotel in Khartoum and I have to admit that the hotel is pretty nice. The ambiance is wonderful and the interior is exquisite compared to other places in Sudan. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, appetizer we ordered some salad and for main course I ordered Steak with fries and my dearest order some chicken penne. The salad is pretty nice, but lacking of salt, so we have to put some salt into it. The steak was nice compared to steaks in other restaurants in Khartoum. But the mushroom sauce is a bitter so I decided not to pour the sauce into the steak. My hubby main course is just okay and the portion was huge. The meals were very expensive around 150 Sudan Pound, which is over RM270++. I guess if in Malaysia, we can get better meals with that price but since we are in Sudan, there is nothing cheap over here. Oh well, I guess we paid more for the ambiance in Rotana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this birthday, I received a gold chain with love shape locket. My hubby bought it in Dubai Airport somewhere end of May when we transited in Dubai from Kuala Lumpur to Khartoum. It was very sweet necklace and I love it so much. I knew what he bought for my birthday but he refused to let me wear earlier and insisted that I wear them on my birthday and not a day sooner. How I need to learn to be patience, knowing there is a beautiful new necklace but I am not allowed to wear it for another 2 months for the date he purchased the necklace. Hahaha......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important gift for my birthday is having you here by my side. I am so in love with you and I hope and pray that we will be together forever and in love with each other until death do us part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-6344968287533351395?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/6344968287533351395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=6344968287533351395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/6344968287533351395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/6344968287533351395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday-dinner-rotana-hotel-khartoum.html' title='Birthday Dinner @ Rotana Hotel, Khartoum, Sudan'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJs7AH4BTHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BGgOcRj58mE/s72-c/Card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-5753511172883548679</id><published>2008-07-30T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:21:45.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 31st Birthday To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJsy2QeYVdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xWoQL8eqNcc/s1600-h/Venice+Together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231831299837679058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJsy2QeYVdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xWoQL8eqNcc/s320/Venice+Together.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy 31st Birthday to me. Yup, today is my 31t birthday. Man, I feel so old. How times flies....10 years ago I was in Missouri, St Louis completing my degree and now, I am in Khartoum trying to gain ‘degree’ in being a good housewife. So far, I am not doing very well in being housewife thingy. Hehehe...Most probably due to the fact that I am not a very good cook and I hate doing housework all those sweeping, mopping and yadda yadda....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad, despites me is supposed to be the full time housewife, my hubby is always willing to help me around the house. The other day, he scrubbed the toilet until pristine clean. Sometimes he will tidy the bed, sweep and mop the floor. Since I keep having all day sickness, it is my loving hubby will go out and buy dinner for us or sometimes he will be the one who is cooking. My hubby the superhero. I love you so much. My dearest baby, I am sure that you will be the luckiest baby in the entire world to have such loving daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what your daddy will plan for my birthday celebration today. I don’t really care what it will be because I am just glad he is here with me and you are in my tummy. You are the precious life that the symbol of our love to each other. Your daddy is my soul mate, our souls are entwined as one. And you my precious baby, you will always be our blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-5753511172883548679?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/5753511172883548679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=5753511172883548679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/5753511172883548679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/5753511172883548679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-31st-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy 31st Birthday To Me'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJsy2QeYVdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xWoQL8eqNcc/s72-c/Venice+Together.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736825157316230039.post-4904919631908387241</id><published>2008-07-29T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:22:37.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Had A Scared....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today my baby is 7 weeks plus. I still have a long way to go. Approximately another 33 weeks to go. The estimated due date for my pregnancy is 12th March 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have any morning sickness? Well, actually I have all day sickness. On the 5th weeks of pregnancy, I do not have any pregnancy symptom. Then one day I was spotting and cramping, we were so worried that I am miscarriage and we cried. Then my dearest hubby decided to called Dr. Mashitah Mansor and info her. She advised us to take duphaston 10mg and folic acid twice (in the morning and night) daily. So far, I have spotted twice and I still have some cramping from time to time. But I read somewhere, the cramping is normal due to the stretching of the uterus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see a gynaecologist Dr Naila at Modern Clinic. How do we come across this gynea? Well, we went to the pharmacy and asked which gynea they would suggest for me to see. Hehe. We went to see her on 14th July 2008. Oh my god. The waiting was miserable long, and the hospital is not as nice as hospital in Malaysia. It was so crowded, hot, noisy and disorganized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very anxious to see the doctor and really want to make sure that the baby is okay and at the right place. I had endometriosis before and it also can lead to ectopic pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we saw our first baby picture. I wished we can print it out and keep it as a keepsake. We informed her that I had some spotting and our gynea from Malaysia advice us to take duphaston. Dr. Naila adviced me that I should continue taking the medication, not to do any hard work and rest. We informed her that we are planning to go back to Malaysia for 2 weeks vacation and she said we should not travel for a while due to my spotting which might be an indication of threaten abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week after taking duphaston I started my all day sickness. I started to lose appetite, feel so weak, nauseated and so far I have vomited 2 times of food that I just ate, and 2 times of watery substance. Another problem is I can’t smell anything strong. If I do, I will feel like I want to puke. Yucks. So, officially, I can’t cook anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god that my hubby is such a wonderful person. He has been taking care of me so well. He cooked for me, he massaged my back, bought food that he think I might be able to eat, make me milo every night (even at 3am) because I tend to feel hungry at late night, he did everything for me. What have I done to deserve somebody who is so loving and patience like him? Oh my god, Sayang, I love you so much.....I don’t know what I would do without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now my hubby is cooking Mee Beehun Goreng Daging (Beef Fried Beehun Noodle). Earlier today, he called me and asked what I want for dinner. I said, I don’t feel like eating kebab, chicken, pizza or even Chinese food...And he laughed, he said I practically ruled out everything that we can eat at the restaurant. I just info him, that maybe we can just buy some fried noodle downstairs. He said okay. But, when he arrived home, he told me that he is going to cook for me and hopefully I will feel better and eat his cuisine. Can he cook? Hehehe.... Oh well, good enough to eat. So I guess not bad for a guy who never has to cook his entire life till now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-4904919631908387241?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/4904919631908387241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=4904919631908387241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/4904919631908387241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/4904919631908387241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-had-scared.html' title='We Had A Scared....'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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-4736825157316230039.post-1774797843321386329</id><published>2008-07-09T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:23:44.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Pregnant?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am I pregnant? Am I pregnant? Oh my god, I am finally pregnant. Last Friday (4th July, 2008), I woke up rather late. My hubby went to play tennis at 6.30 am and returned at 9.30am. He woke me up and told me to take shower so we can go out for our Friday morning breakfast. Aunty Flo supposed to come that day. I have been having cramping and back aches for few days which indicated that the Aunty Flo will be visiting me soon. I don’t know why actually bother to check my BBT that day, but I did and I was surprised that my temperature is still high. Usually my temperature will drop on the day of my monthly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I assume that maybe this month my period will be late. I was opening my drawer and saw the pregnancy test, and I think to myself, what the heck, why don’t I just test. So, I took the home pregnancy test and went to the bathroom. And then.....I saw 2 lines. 2 lines, means positive right? It can’t be right, can it? I have been having all the sign for the arrival of my Aunty Flo. But there were 2 lines.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby was watching TV at that time. So, I went out of the bathroom and went directly to the bedroom to read the instruction to see if 2 lines really mean that I am positive. Yup, it said so, 2 lines means positives. Okay...seriously? Then my hubby came into the room and saw me reading the instruction and he asked what I am reading. I told him to look at the pregnancy test and see if I am imagining things. He saw 2 lines too. Then he took the instruction and read them. He just looks at me, and said Sayang pregnant? Sayang pregnant? He was gobsmacked and so was I. We were clueless and not quite sure how to act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat on the bed and trying to figure out what to do. I said to my hubby to set our hope high, because the test might be wrong. He said the test can’t be wrong, but it is okay we will go and purchased another hpt. Then I took my shower and we went on our Friday morning breakfast at Ozone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to admit that both my hubby and I were on cloud 9 for the entire day....In cloud 9 plus very anxious....Hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJshawcZOOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4yiY4KgL6-s/s1600-h/DSC00380.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231831916414194162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="86" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJszaJZrUfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0ozgQJdAkak/s320/DSC00380.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736825157316230039-1774797843321386329?l=ilamoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/feeds/1774797843321386329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4736825157316230039&amp;postID=1774797843321386329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/1774797843321386329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4736825157316230039/posts/default/1774797843321386329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilamoz.blogspot.com/2008/08/am-i-pregnant.html' title='Am I Pregnant?'/><author><name>IlaMoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16030685986847971872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJxtcPWGSfo/SJszaJZrUfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0ozgQJdAkak/s72-c/DSC00380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
