<?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-4066105822452026998</id><updated>2012-01-26T12:46:03.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nota Cinta Ku</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>233</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-394118279036878327</id><published>2012-01-19T14:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:06:35.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another resolution</title><content type='html'>Do you know that I have another resolution? Haha. Dont ask me if I have more in the future. Actually this is supposed to be my very first resolution before to be healthy but I totally forgot about this masa menulis hari tu. Azamnya ialah nak habiskan puasa qada' yang 43 hari banyaknya. And as of today, I almost completed 4 days sebab harini puasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously 43 days is a lot man! And this year I have no excuse anymore coz I have started wean off Aidan. So no pumping session already. But yeah, afterall I need to finish it jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just pray silently that my 2nd pregnancy (InsyaAllah) tak kena bulan puasa. Tak larat betul berhutang puasa banyak-banyak. Semoga dipermudahkan. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-394118279036878327?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/394118279036878327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=394118279036878327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/394118279036878327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/394118279036878327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2012/01/another-resolution.html' title='Another resolution'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-9184263484845288850</id><published>2012-01-17T19:46:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T10:09:01.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Aidan Favs &amp; Interests</title><content type='html'>Since Aidan is a year old, he shows some interests on certain things. He knows what he likes and donts. So here are some just in case I might forget in the future. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Cartoon: His fav cartoons are Special Agent Oso and BoboiBoy. The only TV shows that he can sit and watch till the end. Kalau yang lain, hadap 5 minit bosan dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Sports: Ball and Swimming. Being a boy, you dont have to teach him to kick the ball and play with it. Tiba-tiba je, dia tahu main. Like seriously. But whether he is a kaki and tangan bangku like me, I'm not sure yet. Doa-doalah Aidan, hang dapat gene Abah hang. Haha. While swimming is his all time fav. Pantang nampak kolam, memang nak terjun sampai Grandma terpaksa kuburkan niat nak buat fish pond sebab takut Aidan terjun. Haha. Well, since he is very into swimming from baby, we plan to enrol him to the swimming class. But this shall be delayed for at least few months or till end of next year as we have been obliged to the biggest commitment at the moment. Moga-moga dimurahkan rezeki lebih tahun ini. Bolehlah enrol for lil swimmers;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Gadget: Kids nowadays and gadgets. Tak payah ajar, he knows how to use some apps in Iphone or Ipad already. Since he got his Ipad, Iphone macam bolayan sikit. He loves animal apps too bits. Lepas tu sibuk ajuk bunyi dog, gorilla, etc. Hehe. So cute;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698575249930890914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rljqBJzrGdM/TxVn_1n2rqI/AAAAAAAAAs8/TJqGtyTNikI/s320/iipad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Food: He loves lemak labu and ikan merah goreng very much. Kalau masak lemak labu, boleh mintak tambah nasi ok. Dishes lain yang Aidan suka are curry, oats and fruits, and seafood olio. Tapi lately, budak ni memang selera besar pun. Kadang-kadang dia yang tak sabar nak duduk dalam high chair, nak makan dinner. Tak menyempat. T_______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Drawings: I think he likes drawing (more to menconteng) too eversince we bought him crayon and drawing paper. I like it when he comes to me just to show what he is drawing sambil berceloteh. So cute lah. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698573622297214674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K2f2JIw_IhU/TxVmhGNvvtI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Amf-jGBScAg/s320/Aidan%2Bdrawing.jpg" /&gt;6) Music and Dancing: This boy kan, sometimes can be hyper. He will sing and dancing and bergendang non-stop. Like seriously. Dah laa nyanyi guna bahasa alien. Sumpah tak comel sebab bingit gile. Haha. Sabor jelah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7) Real Animals: I think he has love and hate relationship with cats. Dari jauh sibuk panggil, tapi bila dekat siap peluk kaki Mama sebab takut. Haha. I dont understand why lah he is so takut with binatang berbulu. Tak faham mak! Nasib baik tak takut kat abah. Kah Kah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's see which of his favs and interests that will stay. Till then. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-9184263484845288850?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/9184263484845288850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=9184263484845288850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/9184263484845288850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/9184263484845288850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-aidan-favs-interests.html' title='Of Aidan Favs &amp; Interests'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rljqBJzrGdM/TxVn_1n2rqI/AAAAAAAAAs8/TJqGtyTNikI/s72-c/iipad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-2463240812514558778</id><published>2012-01-16T16:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T17:04:18.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Azam Tahun Baru.</title><content type='html'>At first I thought I would have no resolution for 2012 because tak tahu nak azam apa. But then, after a while, I just found one which is I want to be healthy. When I said healthy, of course it relates to excercise. Biaselahkan. Bab-bab exercise ni memang paling jarang nak dibuat. Lebih-lebih lagi, bila badan tak naik sangat walaupun makan berkilo-kilo lemak. Tapi lemak degil kat perut still tak hilang. Harap maklum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since hubby is actively involved in Marathon nowadays, semestinya saya terasa a bit tergugat. Mana boleh dia healthy sorang-sorang. Saya pun nak sihat. Kurus tak semestinya sihat. I had high cholestrol though in 2008. Seriously scared. Tapi takut jelah. Makan tetap tibai semua benda. Haha. And today, I did the health screening again. Let's see the result in 2-3 weeks time whether I'm healthy or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, here's the plan. Every weekend, I'm going to wake up early and have a good 2-3km jogging. Itu azam jelah. Tak tahulah kalau hangat2 taik ayam pulak. Haha. Mana tahu lepas ni, I posted a photo joining a marathon pulak kan. Jangan terkejut plis. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-2463240812514558778?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/2463240812514558778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=2463240812514558778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/2463240812514558778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/2463240812514558778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2012/01/azam-tahun-baru.html' title='Azam Tahun Baru.'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-7584545783510012047</id><published>2012-01-13T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T21:26:55.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tua Setahun Lagi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;10 Januari hari lahir saya. Alhamdulillah. Masih dapat celebrate with the loved ones;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697104147745475602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N5xQFWeEDS4/TxAuCa7GDBI/AAAAAAAAAsk/tQ8mD4Texc4/s320/IMG_3073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A poem from hubby really made my day. It's been 4 years since the last one. Thank you sayang:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear wifee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's be reminded how much we love each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's have more kids and raise them together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's be young and stupid, and grow old together ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's sleep at night and dream of each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's make mistake and learn from it together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's make decision and live with it together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's sing to a song and make fun of each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's make more money and enjoy it together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's face the world and fight for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't imagine my life with you no longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only with you, and not any other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the sun goes down all that I ever wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you be with me till forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not just here but till the hereafter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then I’m just here to say that I’m sincere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To chant you a “Happy Birthday Dear”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And let's count many more in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I don't want to watch Hindustan together and please don't just play Plant VS Zombie sajer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-7584545783510012047?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/7584545783510012047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=7584545783510012047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7584545783510012047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7584545783510012047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2012/01/tua-setahun-lagi.html' title='Tua Setahun Lagi.'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N5xQFWeEDS4/TxAuCa7GDBI/AAAAAAAAAsk/tQ8mD4Texc4/s72-c/IMG_3073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-6020757586883230495</id><published>2011-12-31T19:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T19:58:04.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babai 2011</title><content type='html'>Today is the last of 2011. How time flies. 2011 has treated me and the family so well though there are some hi and low, obviously lah kan. Well, here let me share the highlights of 2011; for the sake of my personal keepsake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) 2011 remarked lots of Aidan's achievements. From a baby who only knows to goo gaga and crying, he grows to a one happy and active toddler. He knows how to laugh loudly, to say his 1st word, and remarked his first step. This cheeky boy never stop to amuse us and of course, as his mother, I'm very proud and grateful to have him. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692259765554490050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X4nX7gVdXS4/Tv74GQ8fqsI/AAAAAAAAAsY/hLQsgYReuhw/s320/buzzday.jpg" /&gt; 2) For the 1st time in my life, we bumped into an accident. Quite a bad experience. And until now, we are still waiting for the car to be completely fixed. Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Bestfriends' weddings. Most of my bestfriends are married now. Paling banyak wedding that I've attended to in a year. Haha. This will continue till 2012. Cant wait for the new babies in 2012;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Hubby is no longer an auditor. This is one of the highlight too for me. Haha. No more stressful days of peak period. Like seriously that was nightmare for me too. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) This is the yuckiest drink that I've ever taste. If you happened to go Tony Roma's, please dont get this drink. Heh. Sumpah macam air santan. Aidan pun tak nak minum. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692258268467068626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PxSvNemCOn8/Tv72vH3CftI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Km0ubfscihA/s320/blog1.JPG" /&gt;Ok. That's all. Some have been mentioned earlier during the year. So Happy New Year everyone. Let's rock 2012! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-6020757586883230495?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/6020757586883230495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=6020757586883230495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/6020757586883230495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/6020757586883230495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2011/12/babai-2011.html' title='Babai 2011'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X4nX7gVdXS4/Tv74GQ8fqsI/AAAAAAAAAsY/hLQsgYReuhw/s72-c/buzzday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-6255613355832099289</id><published>2011-12-16T15:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T15:15:59.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ombak Rindu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4OmXiBB-eqM/TurwDEFb0BI/AAAAAAAAAsA/CVy3CxJ4SZU/s1600/or.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686621414935482386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4OmXiBB-eqM/TurwDEFb0BI/AAAAAAAAAsA/CVy3CxJ4SZU/s320/or.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Siapa dah tengok Ombak Rindu, angkat tangan! Mesti dah tengok. Saya dah lega dah segala otak, jiwa raga. At last, dapat jugak tengok. Bukan apa, tengok kat FB semua orang sibuk bagi free review pasal OR since last 2 weeks. Ada yang suka, ada yang benci, ada yang kutuk, tapi semua suka Aaron Aziz (AA). AA kan kacak dan macho. Haruslah digilai gadis-gadis, makcik-makcik dan nenek-nenek. Ya, saya pun sudah mula menyukai AA. Hehehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK berbalik kepada cerita. Saya rasa jalan cerita OR oklah. Masih mengikut jalan cerita novel. Tidak tersasar jauh. Tapi, since filem OR hanya sejam setengah, banyak yang terpaksa dipotong. Terlalu cepat scene-scene yang berlalu. Tak sempat nak feel menangis, tetiba dah tukar scene lain. Ahhh. Potong stim betul! Mari kita list down scene-scene yang mengecewakan:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Drama between Haris and Izzah. Patutnya, sebelum Haris jatuh cinta kat Izzah, punyalah berlambak drama or rintangan or watsoeva. Ialah. Dahlah Haris kutip Izzah tepi jalan, pastu tetiba kahwin, of coslah ada macam-macam rintangan sebelum jatuh cinta. Ini bukan Love at the first sight. Tapi dalam filem, lepas saja insiden Haris mengamuk sakan sebab ingatkan Izzah pregnant, tiba-tiba lepas tu terus scene diorang tengah bercinta. Haris sayang Izzah. Adoi. Memang tak feel langsung kat situ. Then lepas diorang bercinta, tiba-tiba Haris nak kahwin dengan Milah pulak. Heh. Wateva it is, terlalu cepat scene tu. Tak sempat nak feel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Scene Maya Karin (MK) dengan tudung buruk. Haih. Kalau iye pun nak bagi Maya nampak macam orang kampung, tapi tak boleh ke pakaikan tudung elok-elok sket. Orang kampung bukannya duduk dalam hutan. Isk tak taulah nak komen macamana bab ni. Tapi sumpah tudung Maya buruk gila. Sekian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Watak lakonan MK agak kaku. Maybe the way she talk adalah janggal. Mana ada orang Melayu cakap bahasa baku. Siap dengan slang lagi. Hello. This is Malaysia and not Singapore. Kalau slang jawa bolehlah terima. Nuff said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) Script a bit spoiled bila ada scene yang tetiba guna ayat buku. Sangat skema. Tapi bukan semua scene. Part of it saja.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) AA kuat nangis. Like, hello Hero Malaya. Takkan nangis depan semua orang kot. Nangis depan Izzah je sudahlah kan. Tapi tak apa. Sebab AA handsome boleh dimaafkan. Aku rasa dia dah macam adik beradik SRK sebab senang nangis. Sebab tu aku suka AA. Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall, aku rasa oklah cerita ni. Bestlah jugak sampai TERfall in love with AA. Kalau nak feeling suweet2 romantik jiwang, boleh lah layan. Kalau kau cengeng, surely nangis. Hehe. Jadi ape lagi. Kalau belum tonton, cepat-cepatlah ke GSC or etc. Nanti hati tak tenang. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat menonton!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-6255613355832099289?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/6255613355832099289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=6255613355832099289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/6255613355832099289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/6255613355832099289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2011/12/ombak-rindu.html' title='Ombak Rindu'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4OmXiBB-eqM/TurwDEFb0BI/AAAAAAAAAsA/CVy3CxJ4SZU/s72-c/or.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-6784755597120488996</id><published>2011-12-02T11:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T11:46:56.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of weaning off and the BF journey</title><content type='html'>I never jot down my breastfeeding journey. In fact, now I’m already starting to wean off my baby. My mom keeps on asking, when I’m going to stop bf-ing? Well, I’m not sure yet. Frankly, Aidan and I are yet ready to be fully weaning off. Haha. But, I do understand her concerns lah. She said, nanti makin besar, makin susah nak stop. Betullah tu. Tapi… Ahh. Easier said than do. The longer you bf the baby, the more attach you will feel. What I do know is the feeling and bonding that are built through bf-ing is the most wonderful moment that I ever had. It’s hard for me to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681370305020969698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T2EYyTd1N1c/TthIMPQ6QuI/AAAAAAAAArc/1yk7Il5GAYo/s320/nom%2Bnom%2Bshu%2Bshu.jpg" /&gt;So readers, let me share with you the-not-so-interesting journey that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I got pregnant, I have this strong determination to bf my baby no matter what. I know mummy’s milk is the best milk for the baby so of course I want the best for my baby too. As my mom did not bf us previously, I depended on reading materials and mummy’s experiences to know everything on bf-ing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early day of bf-ing was a super bad nightmare. Due to inexperience and lack of skills, I did not sure what is the right position to bf my baby until I had sore nipple. Super sakit, I tell you. Every time, I nursed the baby, surely I cried. Until one day, the baby muntah susu campur darah. Then, only I knew that the nipple got worst and I stopped direct feeding him. I gave him EBM instead. Oh, if you wonder what is the best medicine? Minyak Gamat. It is safe for baby and works wonders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month of fully bf-ing, suddenly, the baby demanded for more. It seemed like the milk was not enough for him. I was super sad. I always wonder why the milk was not enough for him. People surround me, kept on pressuring me by saying that my milk production is low so I am not destined to bf my baby. So sad ok. Since then, I started to feed him the formula, once a day. No more exclusively bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months later, after a lot of reading on bf-ing, only I knew that breast milk is actually depends on demand &amp;amp; supply. Lagi banyak demand, lagi banyaklah susu. Then, it answers my question above. Afterall, at the first 3 months, the baby's growth is at the peak. So, the demand will increase tremendously each month. That's why he demanded more when he was a month older. As simple as that. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another difficulty that I faced was during the Year End closing. I was super busy at that time and surprisingly, stress causes low production. I tried to eat fenugreek to increase the production but failed. Instead, badan dah bau macam kari. Haha. So I stopped. What did I do? Since I believed that milk production is based on supply and demand, whenever he did not bf-ing, I will pump. Memang menyedihkan tengok the milk was not even 1oz when pumping. But, in 3 days, the production back to normal. It was easy than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times when the baby teething was horrible too. He loves to bite me. Macam nak luka ok. Sakit gile. Sigh. But what to do. Tahan sajalah and of course there were a lot of drama (kena marah &amp;amp; sedih) between me and baby. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681370086834074322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p2UUpo8_aEc/TthH_idGctI/AAAAAAAAArQ/6K3ByuoXDoI/s320/evil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beware Mama. I'll bite u! ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is my journey. It's already 16 months and I still haven’t stop yet. I’m sure, one day, when both of us are ready and agreed, then that’s it. Whatever it is, I’m really thankful for the bestest gift that I ever had. Thank you Allah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-6784755597120488996?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/6784755597120488996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=6784755597120488996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/6784755597120488996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/6784755597120488996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2011/12/of-weaning-off-and-bf-journey.html' title='Of weaning off and the BF journey'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T2EYyTd1N1c/TthIMPQ6QuI/AAAAAAAAArc/1yk7Il5GAYo/s72-c/nom%2Bnom%2Bshu%2Bshu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-3829396650572541526</id><published>2011-11-30T10:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T14:27:15.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beach Boy</title><content type='html'>Cuti Awal Muharram yang lepas, kami ke Pangkor. Bercuti bersama keluarga Pijoi. It was Aidan's first time to the beach. Jadi, Aidan (read: Mama) was super excited. Excited nak tengok reaksi Aidan pijak pasir pantai dan mandi laut yang masin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680621517773865970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jBdjJlzwqEs/TtWfLFZaA_I/AAAAAAAAAqs/NIKXWF9FYXk/s320/photo%2B4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lihat, budak kecik yang sudah siap sedia dan tidak sabar mahu menerjah ke tepi pantai. Siap tak nak lepas pelampung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kemudian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680624280468150434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hdENkmjBFlo/TtWhr5PDWKI/AAAAAAAAAq4/cHFfqOXGeFM/s320/photo%2B8%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aidan: "Err..What is this?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680624415277255570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I4Xw6tnhScQ/TtWhzvcDC5I/AAAAAAAAArE/6GvquWQVtAw/s320/photo%2B8%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680619201605713458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ercE34hbNiM/TtWdEQ_4vjI/AAAAAAAAAqU/duaET5G2Mpw/s320/photo%2B8.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aidan: "Uwaaa..Mama help me! I dont like beach!"&lt;/p&gt;Haha. Anak teruna saya tidak suka. Must be unpleasant experience for him. But hey beach boy, tak macholah geli dengan pasir pantai. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-3829396650572541526?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/3829396650572541526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=3829396650572541526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/3829396650572541526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/3829396650572541526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2011/11/beach-boy.html' title='The Beach Boy'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jBdjJlzwqEs/TtWfLFZaA_I/AAAAAAAAAqs/NIKXWF9FYXk/s72-c/photo%2B4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-3252675109054547822</id><published>2011-11-25T15:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T15:42:55.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I feel to write..</title><content type='html'>The description of this blog and the banner photo doesnt really jive now. I said "Ini bukan blog jiwang" but the photo is a note written I LOVE U. Bukankah itu jiwang namanya. Kah Kah. Why on earth I chose Nota Cinta as the blog name, I'm not really sure then. Tapi masa tu, gua memang tengah high on CINTA with hubby of course. So terselitlah sentimental jiwang part in this blog. Oh btw, hubby did change the banner. I am still buta IT as always. Mana mungkin gua mampu nak tukar banner. Jadi, who should be blame now? Kah Kah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I'm frequently writing these days with bebelan random. Just because I always inspired by a housewife that can write her simple daily life interestingly. Like seriously. Recently, she just talking about the laundry but it turns out to be a very good quality time with her children. For me, she has a very good parenting skills. Simple yet creative. I really adore &lt;a href="http://babyaidafiqs.blogspot.com/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do adore another working mom who I always inspired with her &lt;a href="http://www.dillazag.blogspot.com/"&gt;Super Mommy&lt;/a&gt; attitude. She is working, she is a part time student but she always actively taking part of her kids' activities. I always wonder how she manage to juggle everything in between. Ahh. She should write on How to be a Super Mommy then. For sure I'll buy one! Simply inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my all time favourite blog is a lawyer-mommy blog. I am her silent reader since she hasn't got married. Now she already has an 18months toddler. Simply because I love to read hers. Sometimes inspiring, sometimes informative, sometimes menyentuh jiwa and most of the time, she likes to post beautiful photos. *Love* Oh, she is good in baking diaper cakes as well. A &lt;a href="http://marlizaradzi.blogspot.com/"&gt;creative mommy&lt;/a&gt; indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini sudah menjadi blog review pasal blog nampaknya. Anyways, those are my most favourite blogs. What's yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-3252675109054547822?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/3252675109054547822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=3252675109054547822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/3252675109054547822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/3252675109054547822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-i-feel-to-write.html' title='When I feel to write..'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-7580170646662286312</id><published>2011-11-22T14:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T21:25:32.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The toddler.</title><content type='html'>I used (read: most of the times)to freak out when my lil boy suddenly change his appetite since he's called a toddler. From an easy eater to a very fussy eater. It was so heart breaking to see my boy refuses to eat most of the time except for his favourite dish which is oats mixed with fruits. Breakfast: Oats. Lunch: Oats. Dinner: Oats. Though I know he was not hungry, but as a mother, I'm too worried whether he gets enough nutritions. Some said, the milk will provide the nutritions. But for me,nutritions from food is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677805283686144354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bBilYvUWnM/Tsud0r3y2WI/AAAAAAAAApY/kLLiw2OnICo/s320/aidan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But worry not, most toddlers will get into this phase; where playing seems more interesting than eating. Only after 4 months, I know how the pattern actually. Sometimes, he refuses to eat dinner/lunch, but he eats lots of finger foods. Where else, he may eat a lot during lunch/dinner till I worry that he could be too full and vomit. And most of the time, he would like to feed on his own like a big boy. I may be happy looking at him, enjoying the food but will get crazy right after that looking how messy it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends that still unmarried or just expecting her first one, wonder why I just let my baby plays with the foods &amp;amp; not really eating it. Why do I let my baby not behave when dining in the restaurant? Well, a toddler has thousands of questions in his head. So I just want him to answer the questions by exploring everything that he wants. As a mother, I just need to watch him exploring and set the boundaries. Iyelah, takkanlah baby nak main air longkang, I will say 'tak apalah, dia nak explore. Kah Kah. For me, as long as it wont harm the baby, it would be fine. I believe that an active baby loves to explore. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about toddler, I sometimes might be upset too of the fussy eating, the messy that he made, the unexpected thing that he might do, etc, but looking how he grows well as one active, happy baby, that is priceless. I wont trade with anything like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips: Let the toddlers explore and mommies, have lots of patience. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my 2 cents on parenting from a young, inexperience mommy. Happy exploring baby and mommy! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-7580170646662286312?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/7580170646662286312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=7580170646662286312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7580170646662286312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7580170646662286312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2011/11/toddler.html' title='The toddler.'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bBilYvUWnM/Tsud0r3y2WI/AAAAAAAAApY/kLLiw2OnICo/s72-c/aidan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-9184527443230989098</id><published>2011-11-21T00:00:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T00:00:01.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 2nd Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved" - &lt;em&gt;George Sand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pijoi and I turn 2 today. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had a great, short getaway this time to celebrate our 2nd anniversary. Just the three of us. Mari bercerita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada pagi itu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675880085257478770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0CGRmq4nLx4/TsTG3Y18YnI/AAAAAAAAAns/1MFDKDwe1Sg/s320/blog1.jpg" /&gt;1. Let's do breakfast @ Mamak 2. The journey begins 3. And I (Aidan) shall re-energize. Kroh Kroh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at Melaka as early as 11am. I thought it would be great to visit the Zoo. Unfortunately, the Zoo was flooded with Rombongan Cik Kiah. So, we cancelled and menuju ke Bandar Hilir. It was Aidan's first time to visit Melaka. Jadi, wajiblah ke Bandar Hilir melawat Kota A' Famosa dan bangunan bersejarah yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675880683694794498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jDBvErLejEo/TsTHaOMhJwI/AAAAAAAAAn4/VqU2wAqF2Ho/s320/blog2.jpg" /&gt;1. Pit stop pertama tepi kolam dekat mall-i-dont-remember-the-name 2. Aidan posing. Tapi kepala terpotong. Mama buta IT nak buat collage 3. Depan kapal terbang 4. Bukti Aidan pernah pergi Melaka. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perut sudah lapar. Saya mengidam (perut berisi lemak. tak mengandung) asam pedas. Kononnya, mahu makan the best Asam Pedas in town. Tapi hampa. Banyak kedai tutup. Tak tahu kenapa. Sigh. Jadi kami drive saja sampailah jumpa satu kedai makan. Saya ambil lauk asam pedas. Hampa lagi. Tak sedap. Asam pedas saya masak lagi sedap. Heh. Lepas ni, jangan harap nak makan asam pedas kat Melaka. Saya keciwa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lepas kenyang, haruslah menuju ke hotel. Tak sabar. This is the main reason we chose Melaka. So, we checked in at &lt;a href="http://www.phileahotel.com/resort_melaka_malaysia/index.html"&gt;Philea Resort &amp;amp; Spa&lt;/a&gt;. ;)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675886183690797218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EkwXM07jTJY/TsTMaXRwAKI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Ql0CtyP9vAA/s320/blog3.jpg" /&gt;We fall in love with the log cabin room and the waterfall near the pool that they have. It is so kampung-like-resort. Beautiful and peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart the small huts beside the pool. And we love the pool the most! Semestinya, anak teruna kami paling eksaited. Sejam setengah berendam sehari ok. Nasib baik tak demam. Lega mak!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675906688191601410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c6tGQDnf39Y/TsTfD4fsmwI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/TuTPFKz5zP4/s320/blog4.jpg" /&gt; Kata orang, kalau pergi Melaka, wajiblah ke Umbai makan seafood. Yes, we did have dinner at Umbai that night. We went to my favourite restaurant, of course. Me &amp;amp; Pijoi enjoyed the food to the max since Aidan tidur kepenatan. Haha. Superblah. And that 4 plates of dishes; ikan pari bakar, siakap bakar, sotong goreng, and kailan ikan masin only for RM56 include nasi lemak &amp;amp; drinks. Murah gila ok. I wish I can go to Umbai right now. Sedap aaahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675910919866847042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-40chQmHddas/TsTi6Mtsj0I/AAAAAAAAAoc/3MADjGVD4XY/s320/blog5.jpg" /&gt;Second photo: My two cheeky boys. I love this photo toooo bits. ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day, we went back home at 12pm and back to the reality. Routine. Routine. Sigh.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675913211008833282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U4flbN9V6fc/TsTk_j4g1wI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wji2jp_3pok/s320/IMG_2769.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 2nd Anniversary Sayang. Thank you for the wonderful 2 years. May we grow old together with love and happiness. Amin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-9184527443230989098?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/9184527443230989098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=9184527443230989098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/9184527443230989098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/9184527443230989098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2011/11/our-2nd-anniversary.html' title='Our 2nd Anniversary'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0CGRmq4nLx4/TsTG3Y18YnI/AAAAAAAAAns/1MFDKDwe1Sg/s72-c/blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-8838912935838462645</id><published>2011-11-09T23:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T09:57:54.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To write &amp; not to write</title><content type='html'>I tried to write few times, but all are save to draft. Sometimes, I feel like writing, but somehow in the middle I'm stucked. So there goes to the draft folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent wish Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Adha yet to all muslims. How's your raya? We went back to Taiping but the journey started with an accident. Yes, you read me. Accident at Plus Highway at KM 302, 5km from exit Gopeng. It happened around 3am in the morning. Everything happens in a blink of an eye and I do feel like I am dreaming sometimes. But Alhamdulillah, everyone is safe and sound. Not even a single scratch. For sure, there are some life lessons worth to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people, do wear your seat belt (front and back passengers) always and please, please, please put your baby in the car seat. Insyaallah, you may not regret. But the most important is to drive safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673179139503747954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YquZCU6AmUE/TrsuXp1G83I/AAAAAAAAAnU/Oog3weFJzoE/s320/depan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673014804670168770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ0WmSITjcw/TrqY6G3lvsI/AAAAAAAAAm8/r21j8ZDAKvQ/s320/belakang.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-8838912935838462645?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/8838912935838462645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=8838912935838462645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/8838912935838462645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/8838912935838462645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2011/11/to-write-not-to-write.html' title='To write &amp; not to write'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YquZCU6AmUE/TrsuXp1G83I/AAAAAAAAAnU/Oog3weFJzoE/s72-c/depan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-9041224593604134005</id><published>2011-10-28T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T01:15:23.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the middle of the night</title><content type='html'>It is 1 am in the morning and I'm still wide awake. Tetiba rasa nak baca balik semua entry lama-lama. Seronok juga rupanya. Rasa macam pergi ziarah perasaan peristiwa lampau. Sangat menyenangkan. Bila ada entry stress, teringat balik zaman-zaman kesusahan. Bila ada entry gembira berserta gambar, rasa seronok pula. Paling best, entry yang ada gambar Aidan. Budak-budak kan muka berubah-ubah. Setiap perubahan ada feeling yang berlainan. Tetiba rasa dia sangat montel masa baby. And I guess he is still one. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sejak Aidan dah besar, saya dah sangat jarang menulis. Hidup memang seindah biasa tapi there are some yang patut saya tulis. Jadi, nanti bila ada period feeling-feeling sentimental, boleh datang ziarah. Haih. But, I am super lazy lah sekarang ini. My time is fully occupied with this one cheeky, active toddler. Heh. Alasan saja. Mengaku sajalah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is still here for almost a week and she will be leaving us on Saturday. Sobs. Bencilah. Masih tak puas. Seronok sangat bila ada Mama around lama-lama. Sangat jarang dapat macam ni. Seronok bila boleh shopping sama-sama, masak bersama, and the best moment is looking at her playing with Aidan. I can feel that this lil boy is extremely happy when Grandma is around. Like seriously. Hehe. I wish Ayah is here too. Rasa rindu pulak dah lama tak jumpa. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I should sleep now. Till I write again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-9041224593604134005?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/9041224593604134005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=9041224593604134005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/9041224593604134005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/9041224593604134005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-middle-of-night.html' title='In the middle of the night'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-6594760450835376033</id><published>2011-10-22T05:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T06:37:18.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It aint easy bebeh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j2r71qtKZ8w/TqHnu4E0hhI/AAAAAAAAAmw/kQp68XIyiNA/s1600/ScreenShot227.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666064598721398290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j2r71qtKZ8w/TqHnu4E0hhI/AAAAAAAAAmw/kQp68XIyiNA/s320/ScreenShot227.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you are following us on FB, you might know that I'm going to Seremban for a 1 day teambuilding. And yeah, it happened yesterday. From the day I knew that I have to go to the teambuilding, which means that I have to leave super early, as early as 7am and reach home at night, me myself cannot stop worrying, how this young dad is going to handle the baby early morning during weekdays. Looks like a bit drama but it really turned out to be a drama of the day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things more interesting, the night before the actual day, I went back home late around 9pm to finish off some office works. As usual, of course that night, I was already tired to prepare all the baby stuffs for tomorrow and planned to wake up as early as 5.30 am. But we, human can only plan. My alarm clock didnt sound at 5.30am and I only terjaga at 7 am when my friend called me. Huh. Lucky. So, cut things short, I didnt manage to prepare the baby's stuffs at all and just left my boys to survive on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 8am, hubby called me for what to bring. Well, this young dad has never packed the baby stuffs all this while. Never! So, dont be surprise lah if he doesnt know how many diapers should he packed, what kind of baju should the baby wear during the day, the bottles, toiletries and what not. And the trickiest part is of course the food lah. Since I didnt manage to prepare the baby food, I asked hubby to buy a large mashed potato at KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 8.30am, the phone was ringing again with hubby's high pitch on the line. He was scolding me non-stop for not picking up the phone. My god, I just noticed I had 8 miscalls. Haha. Duduk belakang bas, manalah nak dengar kan. ;p What happened with the 8 miscalls? Hubby was actually stressed enough coz he doesnt know what to buy for Aidan's breakfast and lunch as the KFC lady said no mashed potato in the morning. He was panicked as if there is no other food that Aidan can eat. Haha. So, I asked him to buy McD pancake instead. But then, he's still worried whether the pancake is enough for the day, Aidan nak makan ke tak pancake tu, and so many silly concerns. Serious aku nak gelak dengar suara yang agak gelabah campur nak marah campur stress. Tapi, tahan jelah. Karang confirm lagi ngamuk. Haha. And that was it. I just said, pancake would do. The end. Walaupun the next few hours, hubby was in merajuk + marah mode sampai txt pun tak nak balas. Hik hik hik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Drama tak? hahahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, thank you so much sayang for helping me yesterday. Next time, boleh buat selalu. Practice makes perfect. Hehe. Luv u much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-6594760450835376033?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/6594760450835376033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=6594760450835376033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/6594760450835376033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/6594760450835376033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-aint-easy-bebeh.html' title='It aint easy bebeh!'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j2r71qtKZ8w/TqHnu4E0hhI/AAAAAAAAAmw/kQp68XIyiNA/s72-c/ScreenShot227.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-3191358599060054579</id><published>2011-08-16T06:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T06:54:30.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday Darling Baby.</title><content type='html'>Semalam Aidan setahun. Mama ingat nak tulis special entry semalam. Tapi macam biasa. Mama busy. Busy layan Aidan. Aidan banyak tenaga sangat sekarang ni sampai kadang-kadang Mama mampu tengok je Aidan main.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menjelang Aidan setahun, kita balik kampung jumpa Grandma. Saja Mama nak mengimbau kenangan setahun lalu. We went to the same Bazaar Ramadhan just that dulu Mama yang dukung Aidan dalam perut sana sini, tapi tahun ni, Abah sajalah yang mampu dukung Aidan. Bukan Mama tak nak dukung Aidan, tapi Mama bimbang separuh jalan kita dah jatuh terduduk kat tengah jalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang Aidan dah pandai macam-macam. Pandai jalan 2-3 langkah. Pandai ambil hati Mama &amp;amp; Abah. Pandai memilih makanan. Pandai nak manja-manja. Macam-macamlah Aidan pandai. Kadang-kadang bila tengok Aidan dah pandai macam-macam, Mama sebak. Mama tak sedar masa sangat cepat berlalu. For me, you are always my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 1st Birthday Darling Baby. I love you so much! :) Doa Mama, semoga Aidan jadi anak yang soleh, yang sentiasa menggembirakan hati Mama &amp;amp; Abah. Having you in my life is the bestest thing ever;) Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-3191358599060054579?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/3191358599060054579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=3191358599060054579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/3191358599060054579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/3191358599060054579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-1st-birthday-darling-baby.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday Darling Baby.'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-6618430150435345064</id><published>2011-03-31T16:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T18:40:46.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>Suami selalu tanya, bila mahu update? Jawapan saya, "Nantilah. Malaslah. Tak sempatlah." Cukuplah 3 alasan. Memang mahu update. Tapi kadang-kadang rasa tak tahu mahu update apa. Hidup hanya seindah biasa. Tak ada yang extra vagant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuma sejak akhir-akhir ni, hidup di pejabat kurang menyenangkan. Politik semakin hebat. Tak tahu apa yang dia mahu, sampai buat cerita sana-sini. Lantakkan. Rezeki masing-masing, Dia yang tentukan. Bukan orang 'bukit' yang sibuk suruh mengipas. The Company CFO whom previously was my Big Boss once told me, "Kalau itu memang dah tulis untuk kita, you will get it. Cepat atau lambat, kenalah bersabar." Yeah. Saya akan ingat itu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the bright side, anak selalu menggembirakan hati. Sudah semakin besar. 7 bulan dan 16 hari. Sudah pandai duduk. Sudah ada gigi comel lote sebiji. Sudah mula belajar merangkak. Sudah pandai menegur orang dalam bahasa sendiri. Sudah pandai mahu berkawan. Suka tengok TV. Kuat makan. Semakin comel dan handsome. Oh! He is so adorable. Puji anak sendiri. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590169590489108946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-whTFL3TrvCc/TZRFn-NLUdI/AAAAAAAAAmY/x9jbhghw_eI/s320/aidan.jpg" /&gt;Suami sudah kurang sikit sibuk. Tapi masih sibuk. Cuma sudah boleh diterima akal. Jadi, hati saya sudah sedikit tenang. Penat juga sudah berkurangan ke tahap munasabah. Jadi tak perlu untuk merungut. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Untuk semua kesenangan dan rezeki di atas, terima kasih tuhan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-6618430150435345064?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/6618430150435345064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=6618430150435345064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/6618430150435345064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/6618430150435345064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-whTFL3TrvCc/TZRFn-NLUdI/AAAAAAAAAmY/x9jbhghw_eI/s72-c/aidan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-7658208649962748364</id><published>2011-03-10T10:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T10:09:20.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apek Kunci</title><content type='html'>This was happened during Fiza's wedding day. To be exact, the bad incident happened around 6.30pm at Teluk Kecai. Mungkin hubby terlalu kenyang dengan laksa, ABC dan laksam. Maka insiden tertinggal kunci kereta dalam bonet berlaku semasa hendak memasukkan stroller bayi ke dalam bonet. Di tambah dengan kecanggihan kereta zaman moden, untuk membuka bonet, hanya perlukan kunci tanpa perlu menekan butang unlock. Memang bijak sebab boleh buat banyak insiden tertinggal kunci dalam bonet berlaku. Bravo Honda. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab kecanggihan kereta zaman moden juga, tak ada siapa berani nak mencuba buka kereta saya. Jadi idea terbaik, panggil saja locksmith. Lama juga tunggu locksmith datang. Dalam hati, mungkin jauh agaknya. Sekali tengok, yang datang adalah Apek tua with his motor kapcai. Sempoi habis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengok sepintas lalu, memang meragui kehebatan Apek kunci. Lagi cuak bila lama gila dia cuba nak bukak bonet kereta tapi akhirnya terkandas. Apek kunci tetap tak mahu mengalah. Minta izin nak bukak pintu depan. Hati dah cuak abis. Mintak2 tak rosak pintu kereta saya. T_T Bak kata suami, no choice. huhu Jadi, tawakkal sajalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang lama juga tunggu apek kunci berusaha. Daripada senja sampai gelap. Siap kene guna lampu HP Apek kunci. Maka ramailah orang lalu-lalang yang beramah-mesra, tanya kenapa. Makcik-makcik pon sibuk nak amik tahu. Siap boleh sound "Habislah lingkup". Haih. Sungguh mesra dan bersopan orang kita kan? Baik2 rasa syak wasangka kepada kebolehan apek kunci, terus rasa kasihan. Apalah salah Apek kunci. At least Apek kunci berjaya tunjukkan yang&lt;br /&gt;dia memang hebat. Siap boleh betulkan balik tempat kunci tu ok. Bravo Apek kunci walaupun saya lesap RM120. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak apalah. Dah memang rezeki Apek kunci. Yang penting, apek kunci tak menyibuk nak mengata orang. Terima kasih buat kawan-kawan yang bersusah payah menolong dan teman tunggu apek kunci sampai selesai. Lain kali ingat, jangan membazir bayar RM120 kat Apek Kunci, ye darling Hubby?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-7658208649962748364?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/7658208649962748364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=7658208649962748364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7658208649962748364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7658208649962748364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2011/03/apek-kunci.html' title='Apek Kunci'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-8227795060240083895</id><published>2011-03-01T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:36:06.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penat!</title><content type='html'>Dulu masa tengah mengandung, aku selalu tabik kat ibu-ibu yang berjaya ada anak 10. Macamana diorang boleh tahan all the morning sickness, tak lalu makan, sakit pinggang, and all pregnancy sickness setiap tahun, memang satu keajaiban. Aku baru anak satu, tapi sudah mahu berehat panjang. Hati memang rindu nak mengandung lagi sebab aku selalu rasa seksi dengan perut yang besar, tapi bila fikir all the sickness, tak apalah. Mungkin lagi 3 tahun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, tahap kepelikan aku terhadap, perempuan-perempuan yang termengandung tanpa suami, masih di tahap maksima. Macamana mereka boleh go through all the sickness di samping mahu sembunyikan kehamilan dan tanpa suami untuk melayan, masih tak tercapai dek akal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang, aku masih lagi tabik kat ibu-ibu yang beranak 10. Macamana mereka boleh bekerja mencari rezeki, sambil mengasuh anak, sambil kemas rumah, sambil melayan suami, sekali lagi memang satu keajaiban. Aku, yang beranak satu, suami sibuk bekerja sampai malam, sudah mengeluh kepenatan. Sumpah penat gila sampai aku rasa aku nak hire maid sekarang jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap hari, sibuk berangan, kalaulah aku ada kuasa dan wang, mahu saja aku berehat seminggu, mahu menggomol Aidan dan melayan suami, tapi tak mahu buat segala kerja ofis dan kerja rumah. Aku mahu, bangun tidur, sudah terhidang sarapan di tepi katil. Siang hari pergi shopping sana-sini, atau pergi spa mencantikkan diri, bukannya pergi kerja mencari rezeki. Malam hari pula, berehat bersama suami dan anak, sambil minum kopi mahal dan kek sedap atau makan di restoren lazat dan mewah, bukan sibuk memasak, lipat baju, kemas dapur, basuh baju, siapkan barang anak untuk esok. Ahh. Indahnya hidup kalau sekali-sekala dapat berehat sebentar. Seronok kan kan kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi itu angan-angan. Jadi sekarang, mari angkat bon-bon, siapkan segala kerja sementara anak masih tidur. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-8227795060240083895?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/8227795060240083895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=8227795060240083895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/8227795060240083895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/8227795060240083895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2011/03/penat.html' title='Penat!'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-7770034107687433428</id><published>2011-02-21T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T23:00:16.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Yummy Food!</title><content type='html'>Life has been so hectic for us this past few weeks and still suffering. Mummy sibuk, daddy lagi sibuk. Kesian Aidan dapat jumpa daddy for an hour only each day. Tapi kesian lagi kat daddy yang stress sampai rasa nak resign. For this, I wish masa boleh berlari laju sehingga hujung tahun, so that daddy can find a new job with a cool, great company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about masa, agak laju juga masa berlari. Sekejap je Aidan dah separuh tahun. His milestones is normal like an ordinary baby. Nothing special to shout about. Tapi, benda yang paling mencabar during this 6 months is preparing the baby food and feeding the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing baby food is quite mencabar minda. I need to be creative and at the same time, preparing a good taste food. Bayi pun ada taste ok. Tak sedap takkan nak makan. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan started his solids with fruits only because I read fruits senang nak hadam. Then, baru nak ajar makan sayur. Maka ada sedikit kesusahan di situ. Mummy tak suka makan sayur = sayur tak sedap. So saya selalu fikir, kasihannya Aidan has to eat sayur tak sedap. But he has to eat sayur untuk nutrition yang sihat. My first attempt is fail. Aidan tak nak makan sayur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second attempt, I asked the babysitter to give him carrot campur apple. Nak senang punya pasal. Huhu. So, balik tu, I asked her whether Aidan nak makan tak carrot? She said, mula-mula macam tak nak, tapi lama-lama, habis semangkuk. Wah! Makcik memang hebat! Only then, I just realised that maybe I am not patience enough to feed him nor know the tactics. Now, to make feeding sessions is menarik, I have to nyanyi his Dibo songs, Twinkle Little Stars, or even play with the spoons and make some funny sounds. Mencabar bukan? Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be creative preparing baby foods juga sangat mencabar. Luckily, I have a friend who can share the recipies. Kalau tak sure Aidan makan benda yang sama setiap hari. Haha. Kasihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here, I would like to share 2 recipies (1 for breakfast, 1 for lunch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Breakfast: Oats with fruits puree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tbs baby oats&lt;br /&gt;3/4 blended banana&lt;br /&gt;2 oz blended apple/pear&lt;br /&gt;1 tbs blended dried appricots and raisins&lt;br /&gt;2-3 tbs breastmilk/formula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Soak dried appricots and raisins in hot water for 5 minutes. Rinse with cold water and blend it.&lt;br /&gt;2) Mixed the oats, apple/pear, banana and blended dried appricots and raisins&lt;br /&gt;3) Pour 2-3 tbs breastmilk/formula/water to thin the mixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Lunch: Mixed Veges and Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-5 small chunks pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;4-5 florets caulliflower&lt;br /&gt;4-5 chunks carrots&lt;br /&gt;1 potato&lt;br /&gt;cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 small cup rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Steamed all the veges&lt;br /&gt;2) Blend all the steamed veges, rice and a bit of cheddar cheese.&lt;br /&gt;3) Put a bit of steamed water so that the veges can be blend smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;4) This recipe is for 10-12 oz servings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy trying mommies! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-7770034107687433428?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/7770034107687433428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=7770034107687433428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7770034107687433428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7770034107687433428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2011/02/yummy-yummy-food.html' title='Yummy Yummy Food!'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-7658283248044907535</id><published>2011-02-10T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:11:21.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demotivated</title><content type='html'>I feel demotivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: Feel demotivated ke awak? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Me: Awak, I'm stressed. Like soooo stressed. Rasa nak resign!&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: Ala, semua kerja pun stress. Saya lagi stress. Dengan manager nak resign, lepas tangan je, client nak report bulan depan sume.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sobs T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stressed, tired, and not feeling well. I need a cleaner to help me with the chores now. Like seriously!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-7658283248044907535?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/7658283248044907535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=7658283248044907535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7658283248044907535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7658283248044907535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2011/02/demotivated.html' title='Demotivated'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-5751749306203526358</id><published>2011-02-01T23:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T00:15:06.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zaman muda-mudi Remaja</title><content type='html'>Hubby told me that he misses life as a student. Ya hidup zaman muda-mudi remaja yang sangat menyeronokkan. No stress, no money, but extremely happy. Apalah sangat stress nak exam dibandingkan dengan stress kerja. Stress kerja adalah 10x ganda stressnya. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seronok kalau ingat semula zaman muda-mudi remaja. Hidup makan duit kerajaan, cukup-cukup utk makan dan hidup sendiri. Tak mewah tapi seronok. Unagi sushi roll yang $3 pun sudah cukup menggembirakan hati. Tak perlu Sushi Zanmai atau Sakae Sushi yang berpuluh-puluh hengget macam sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping groceries juga adalah antara aktiviti yang seronok walaupun hampir semua barang groceries yang dibeli cuma jenama 'basic' (brand ala-ala Giant &amp;amp; Tesco). Beras basic, roti basic, fresh milk pun basic. Kata hidup makan duit kerajaan, mana mampu nak hidup mewah. Hehe. Tapi jenama semua tu tak penting, yang penting keseronokkan bershopping groceries bersama kawan-kawan. Sekali lagi, jenama itu tak penting, yang penting semua makanan yang dimasak adalah lazat dan mengenyangkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seronok ingat zaman muda-mudi bila lepas waktu exam. Masing-masing sibuk merancang percutian. Mahu ke sana-sini tapi tak ada wang. Jadi perlu kerja sambilan dan perlu merancang percutian untuk kurangkan pembaziran duit dan masa. Paling seronok bila perlu memandu berjam-jam sambil mengikut peta dan sampai ke destinasi. Rasa macam dalam misi mencari harta karun. Hehe. Penat tapi puas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih ingat keseronokkan waktu lapang. Tulis saja status YM "Jom Starbucks!" atau "Jom mengopi" pasti ramai yang membalas. Tidak perlu buat appointment sebulan sebelum untuk mengopi. Tidak perlu banyak tanya mahu ke mana. Semua pasti tahu di mana dan ke mana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paling seronok, bila masing-masing luangkan masa main Unocard, daun terup, tengok movie yang didownload, atau bergosip kosong. Satu hari satu malam bersama pun rasa tak puas. Terlalu seronok untuk ditinggalkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568750842919779490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TUgtYxrj_KI/AAAAAAAAAmM/QmKyUQHLp90/s320/PICT3321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terlalu banyak seronok hidup zaman muda-mudi. Hidup yang tidak berduit tapi ada banyak masa untuk berseronok. Hidup tak ada komitmen, jauh terpelosok di tempat orang, tapi masih terasa kehangatan berkeluarga. Itu zaman muda-mudi saya yang sangat seronok and I'm glad I had the best in my life. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Banyaknya perkataan seronok, adakah saya terlalu rindu untuk berseronok?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-5751749306203526358?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/5751749306203526358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=5751749306203526358' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/5751749306203526358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/5751749306203526358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2011/02/zaman-muda-mudi-remaja.html' title='Zaman muda-mudi Remaja'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TUgtYxrj_KI/AAAAAAAAAmM/QmKyUQHLp90/s72-c/PICT3321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-1093170834798779591</id><published>2011-01-21T10:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T15:05:49.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random #1</title><content type='html'>Setiap kali pulang lewat dari ofis, otak dah asyik fikir anak. Mesti anak tengah tunggu sampai tertidur, ntah-ntah anak nangis rindu, anak itu, anak ini, semua pasal anak. Rasa bersalah bukan main. Bila dah boleh pulang, rasa macam nak terbang terus sampai depan pintu rumah pengasuh. Bila dah rasa begitu, mulalah jalan dah macam nak marathon, bawa kereta dah macam kat litar sepang. Siapa lambat, sumpah kena maki. Sungguh tak tahu macamana boleh ada perasaan sayang yang tak terhingga ni, tapi saya bersyukur tuhan bagi saya perasaan sebegini. Sangat membahagiakan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine did ask me, senang tak kawen? Siapa kata kawen tu senang, nak buat anak pun susah ok. Hehe. Saya bagi contohlah. Benda yang agak challenging masa baru kawen ialah tinggal sebumbung. Walaupun dulu, setiap hari jumpa, tak sabar-sabar nak hidup bersama, tapi lain ok bila dah kawen. Ingat senang ke nak sharing tengok tv sama-sama. Contoh, isteri nak tengok hindustan, suami pulak benci sungguh drama melayu dan hindustan, tapi tv ada 1 macamana tu? Lepas tu, katalah suami tak suka sangkut tuala lepas mandi, tapi si isteri pulak pantang tengok tuala basah atas katil, hah, apa nak buat? Susah ke senang? Itu baru sikit, kalau kena suami yang tak suka isteri kemas rumah sebab dia memang suka rumah sepah, lagi lah pening. Tapi itu semua lumrah hiduplah. Bergantung pada diri sendiri, macamana nak belajar terima. Ini belum lagi pasal keluarga, duit dan macam-macam lagilah. Pada saya, semua benda ada cara penyelesaiannya. Selalu bertolak ansur, jangan terlalu berkira, dan selalu berbincang. Oh, jangan fikir saya arif. Saya masih setahun jagung. Saya pun masih lagi belajar. Mungkin tanya orang tua lagi bagus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about berkira, saya kurang senang dengan orang berkira ni. Tak kisahlah duit ke bukan duit ke. Kalau berkira sangat bab duit, memang haji bakhil lah namanya. Ini bakhil yang setakat 20 sen pon nak bising. Huh. Menyampah ok. Kalau nak mintak tolong pun susah sebab dia kata "aku tak pernah pun susahkan orang". Hello, ingat hidup kau senang je ke sampai mati!! Sekali tuhan nak balas, kaya atau berkeluarga baik-baik pun, kau mesti hidup tak senang. Lagi malang, bila orang dah doa tak baik untuk kau, terus kau menyusahkan semua orang. Hamek! Eh tetiba emo pulak. Insiden berlaku, tak delah kaitan dengan diri saya, tapi biasalah, suka menyibuk nak emo juga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang tengah makan donut. Semalam pun makan donut. Donut daripada titik peluh sendiri bukan dari peluh JCO ataupun Big Apple. Puas hati bukan main. Dah lama teringin nak makan donut buatan sendiri dari dulu, tapi malas bukan main, sekarang baru dapat. Nasib terjumpa resepi yang lazat. Betullah kata suami, habislah tetiap hari saya makan donut. Kah Kah. Nasib badan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-1093170834798779591?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/1093170834798779591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=1093170834798779591' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/1093170834798779591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/1093170834798779591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2011/01/random-1.html' title='Random #1'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-2333915466461451426</id><published>2011-01-14T15:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T15:43:18.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress tak guna!</title><content type='html'>Stress memang membawa padah. Bukan saja boleh sakit otak, malah jiwa, hati, perasaan dan fizikal sekaligus. 2 minggu lepas memang stress kerja. 8 hari kerja berturut-turut, hampir 12 jam sehari, memang sangat meletihkan. Mujur dah habis. Boleh bersenang-lenang sehingga minggu depan. Jangan jeles, minggu depan hanya kerja 2 hari saja. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi impak stress masih lagi terasa. Semakin hari produktiviti susu semakin berkurangan. Sangat menyedihkan. Kalau 2 minggu lepas saya baru saja berlagak dengan suami dengan bekalan susu yang agak banyak, sekarang, hati sentiasa berdebar-debar samada produktiviti susu hari ini cukup untuk esok. Sobs. Memang menyedihkan. Hati masih mahu menyusukan anak kesayangan lagi. Tak mahu dia minum susu lembu banyak2. Nanti banyak lemak tak sihat. Tak Mahu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah beberapa hari giat makan pil Fenugreek smpai suami kata saya berbau kari *sobs*, minum susu Anmum, minum air bergelen-gelen, tapi susu tidak sebanyak dulu. Tengoklah minggu depan macamana. Kalau masih begini, mungkin dah tak ada rezeki. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jom suami pergi mengopi sambil makan pencuci mulut yang lazat? Mungkin boleh menghilangkan stress dan menambahkan susu. Hihi. Boleh juga mengubat hati yang lara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-2333915466461451426?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/2333915466461451426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=2333915466461451426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/2333915466461451426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/2333915466461451426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2011/01/stress-tak-guna.html' title='Stress tak guna!'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-513985110871666099</id><published>2011-01-11T13:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T13:44:52.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aidan's First Solids</title><content type='html'>Aidan dah start excited for foods since he is 4 months. Setiap kali kami makan, dia tak jemu-jemu merenung makanan yang kami makan. Jadi sejak 4 bulan, Aidan dah mula merasa sikit-sikit makanan. Aidan dah try rasa fruits, sirap, ice cream, and even mocha. Haha. Tapi dia tak suka mocha, lalu muntah. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, my instinct still said that Aidan is yet ready. But now, saya yakin he is ready for solids. Lagipun, Aidan dah tunjuk most of the &lt;a href="http://www.wholesomebabyfood.com/readyforsolids.htm"&gt;signs&lt;/a&gt; yang dia sudah ready. Bangun malam 5 kali sebab lapar, adalah sangat obvious. Mummy pun pengsan. @~@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last Sunday, I bought rice cereal for him. Since kat rumah ada orange saja, so saya perahkan juice orange in the cereal. Bagi rasa-rasa limau gitu. Hehe. Dan saya baru tahu, memberi makan to your own baby adalah sangat mengujakan. Boleh jadi ibu yang terlebih excited sampai makanan yang pertama tercampur dengan susu ibu basi. Haha. Bad Mummy!;p &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560798260895575922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TSvsjlBKb3I/AAAAAAAAAmE/v_e3YlQ4YO0/s320/IMG_1093.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jadi nasihat kepada ibu-ibu, jangan over excited. Kalau over excited, suruh suami rasa dulu makanan bayi yang pertama. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560797933077060306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TSvsQfzI2tI/AAAAAAAAAl8/HQaIz-bnY2U/s320/IMG_1104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-513985110871666099?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/513985110871666099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=513985110871666099' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/513985110871666099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/513985110871666099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2011/01/aidans-first-solids.html' title='Aidan&apos;s First Solids'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TSvsjlBKb3I/AAAAAAAAAmE/v_e3YlQ4YO0/s72-c/IMG_1093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-8471528128793966643</id><published>2011-01-11T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T13:20:05.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Older.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TSvoOgdvk3I/AAAAAAAAAl0/pDF74BGaqdU/s1600/IMG_1106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560793500849509234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TSvoOgdvk3I/AAAAAAAAAl0/pDF74BGaqdU/s320/IMG_1106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Terima kasih tuhan untuk segala nikmat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Terima kasih untuk semua kebahagian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-8471528128793966643?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/8471528128793966643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=8471528128793966643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/8471528128793966643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/8471528128793966643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2011/01/year-older.html' title='A Year Older.'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TSvoOgdvk3I/AAAAAAAAAl0/pDF74BGaqdU/s72-c/IMG_1106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-8753637287938439868</id><published>2011-01-03T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:55:04.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One after another</title><content type='html'>Another kematian in hubby's family. We are going back to Taiping tonight. Pak Lang Pijoi meninggal dunia. Semoga rohnya ditempatkan dikalangan orang-orang yang beriman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Fatihah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-8753637287938439868?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/8753637287938439868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=8753637287938439868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/8753637287938439868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/8753637287938439868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-after-another.html' title='One after another'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-9035790628342502756</id><published>2011-01-02T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T16:06:18.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're kind to someone in trouble, you hope they will remember &amp;amp; are kind to someone else, &amp;amp; it will spread like wildfire - Islamic Thinking from &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/marlizaradzi"&gt;Marliza's Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sangat benar yang sebenar-benarnya. Orang Melayu pun selalu pesan, "Jangan jadi kacang lupakan kulit." Life is like a wheel. Kadang-kadang kat atas, kadang-kadang kat bawah. Tak kiralah orang kaya harta menggunung ke, keluarga baik-baik berketurunan raja ke, semua mesti ada masalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had quite a hard time during my childhood life. I've seen and met so many people. Ada yang baik selalu tolong orang, ada yang kurang baik, muncul waktu susah, hilang bila dah senang, dan ada yang menjengkelkan, sombong sepanjang masa. Dulu, I always asked my Mom, "Kenapa Ayah perlu tolong orang tu? Bila susah sibuk jual muka, bila dah senang hilang ntah ke mana." Tapi, Mama jawab, "Biarlah. Anak, Bini dia tak salah. Biar tuhan je yang balas." Heh. I wish I have a kind heart like my Mom. But I'm not lah kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, I still believe in Karma. Whatever that we do, mesti tuhan balas. Kalau orang buat jahat kat kita, tak semestinya tuhan balas jahat kat orang jahat tu, tapi kadang-kadang tuhan beri yang lebih baik untuk kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, buat baik berpada-pada. Jangan sampai orang pijak kepala. Kalau orang dah berbudi, jangan pulak buat-buat lupa. Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-9035790628342502756?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/9035790628342502756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=9035790628342502756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/9035790628342502756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/9035790628342502756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-reminder.html' title='Another Reminder'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-3628878693514658498</id><published>2010-12-28T20:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T21:26:22.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terakhir</title><content type='html'>Best kan kalau rasa sakit hati, tak puas hati boleh diluah face to face tanpa ada kesan sampingan yang berpanjangan. Boleh saya jerit "Lu pehal?! Jom tarik rambut!" Haha. Ni sakit hati kena simpan, tak puas hati kena cakap belakang. Bengkeklah weh. Tapi sejak dua menjak ni, memang banyak orang suka cari pasal. Tak pun saya yang suka cari pasal. Emo weh. Tak leh blah. Nak je cakap, "Menyampahlah kat kau. Get lost boleh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi emo tengok orang sibuk shopping sakan lepas dapat bonus. Ni tak sempat nak shopping, dah habis bayar itu ini. Panjang pulak listnya. Betullah kata suami, "Kita ni awak, kais sebulan makan sebulan je." Haih. Bilalah agaknya nak rasa kais sebulan, dapat 10 bulan. Boleh jugak rembat apa-apa yang patut. Heh. Beranganlah kau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahad lepas, sempat jugak buat muffin coklat berbentuk kek. Sebabnya saya tak ada acuan muffin atau bekas muffin. Tapi sedap kan awak kan? Haha. Betul punya sedap ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555723263260577426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TRnk31kFTpI/AAAAAAAAAlk/pojwhvodSQc/s320/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jom tengok Betty. Dia nak tanggalkan braces. Excited. Mudah-mudahan aura optimis Betty melekat kat saya sikit. Sekian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-3628878693514658498?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/3628878693514658498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=3628878693514658498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/3628878693514658498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/3628878693514658498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/12/terakhir.html' title='Terakhir'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TRnk31kFTpI/AAAAAAAAAlk/pojwhvodSQc/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-1703364402688802404</id><published>2010-12-22T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T23:44:56.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kedua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; "When you feel like everything seems to go against your way, just take 5 minutes to sit down and reflect on all the blessings you have in life, and the things that actually went your way. May then, the smiles will return, the sun will break out, the music will play, and you will finally be able to move forward the life that God intended for you with grace, strength, courage, and confidence. " (Almarhum Mas Afzal Masarudin, 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lalings Esah shared that in FB. I just feel it's nice and a very good reminder for me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari yang tidak berapa baik harus dibaiki dengan membuat Bread Pudding Caramel. Pelik? Tak perlulah sangat walaupun dah 3 tahun kot tak pernah pegang oven. Dahsyat sungguh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553531388102630498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TRIbX6TW3GI/AAAAAAAAAlY/c3dABKv_MsE/s320/65834_10150146693849535_733194534_8241204_3870741_n.jpg" /&gt;Nampak sedap? Bukan nampak je. Memang sedap menjilat jari. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kalau teringin, buatlah sendiri. Guna &lt;a href="http://www.myresipi.com/top/detail/3542"&gt;resepi&lt;/a&gt; ni, sure jadi. Senang gilos. Selamat mencubalah ye. Nak makan puding jap. Hehe. Tata.&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/4066105822452026998-1703364402688802404?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/1703364402688802404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=1703364402688802404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/1703364402688802404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/1703364402688802404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/12/kedua.html' title='Kedua'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TRIbX6TW3GI/AAAAAAAAAlY/c3dABKv_MsE/s72-c/65834_10150146693849535_733194534_8241204_3870741_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-8164410122224713901</id><published>2010-12-17T23:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T00:03:59.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pertama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hari-hari yang bakal mendatang sampai minggu depan adalah hari yang membahagiakan. Kenapa? Sebab saya cuti dan boleh menggoyangkan kaki di rumah. Walaupun tak berapa nak menggoyangkan kaki sebab banyak kerja-kerja rumah yang menimbun, tapi at least tak perlulah saya mengskemakan diri mematuhi segala jadual harian. Ini adalah nikmat dunia. Ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hari pertama cuti dimulakan dengan aktiviti menonton movie, Tron: Legacy. Cerita yang menarik dan best walaupun pada mulanya saya ada sedikit skeptikal dengan cerita itu. Siapa belum tengok, dipersilakanlah tengok. Confirm tak nyesal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sehabisnya movie, pergi lunch dulu sebelum mengambil anak pulang. Mula-mula rasa nak dating dua orang sepanjang hari. Tapi, niat dibatalkan sebab rasa tak best pulak. Kesian Aidan. Hehe. Jadi, ambil Aidan dan bawa Aidan jalan-jalan cuci mata di The Curve saja. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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_5551680801427937778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TQuIRlt32fI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/k2MjlCNI7I8/s320/photo%2B1.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok. Tudung buruk gila senget benget. Boo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sekarang, Aidan dan pandai jalan-jalan cuci mata. He is one excited baby bila saja pergi jalan-jalan. Mulut bising terjerit-jerit, mata melilau sana-sini, dan sangat excited. Tak macam masa baby dulu. Kejap nak susu, kejap nak tidur. Hehe. Sebab itu, hidup akan kesunyian bila jalan berdua saja sekarang ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551680418771165026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TQuH7UNY32I/AAAAAAAAAlI/B171YTj1eLk/s320/photo%2B2.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Orang yang sanggup cuti jugak sebab nak tengok wayang. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siri jalan-jalan hari pertama berakhir di JCO. Go try the Mochabella. I think it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551680041475983458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TQuHlWrNSGI/AAAAAAAAAlA/fzKNWx8Q9Zo/s320/photo%2B3.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;See. Aidan pon teringin. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-8164410122224713901?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/8164410122224713901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=8164410122224713901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/8164410122224713901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/8164410122224713901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/12/pertama.html' title='Pertama'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TQuIRlt32fI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/k2MjlCNI7I8/s72-c/photo%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-3927093645488146183</id><published>2010-12-13T21:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T09:58:58.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Aidan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hari ni Aidan buat Mama menangis. Bukan nangis sedih tapi nangis terharu. Terharu tengok anak Mama dah besar. Dah pandai macam-macam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tadi, waktu nak tidurkan Aidan, Mama baring dan peluk Aidan macam selalu. Mama tahu Aidan suka sangat bila Mama peluk Aidan. Tiba-tiba lepas Aidan habis menyusu, Aidan terus dongak pandang Mama. Mama suka sangat bila Aidan tengok Mama macam tu. Mama rasa Aidan comel, penyanyang, manja dan hensem. Aidan malu ke Mama puji Aidan? Tak apa, jangan malu. Kata &lt;a href="http://www.nurulism.com/"&gt;Mama Medina&lt;/a&gt;, puji anak memang tugas emak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok sambung balik. Lepas Aidan tengok Mama, Aidan terus cakap-cakap dengan Mama. Aidan cite pasal Aidan nak demam dan selsema harini, pasal Aidan sedih kena tinggal dengan Mama pagi tadi, pasal Aidan dah cuba nak guling-guling, tapi tak mampu. Aidan boleh mengiring je dulu. Walaupun Mama tak faham apa Aidan cakap, tapi Mama suka layan Aidan cakap. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bila Aidan dah tidur, terus Mama terfikir, nanti Aidan dah besar, Aidan nak tak lagi baring dan peluk Mama sambil cerita tentang kawan Aidan, girlfriend Aidan, kerja Aidan? Sobs. Sobs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lagi dua hari, Aidan dah 4 bulan. Kejap je Mama rasa. Tapi Abah kata, kejap macam 4 bulan lah. Bila tengok Aidan ketawa, senyum-senyum, Mama penat gile tetiap hari pun Mama sanggup. Semua untuk Aidan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550158743771008050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TQYf-LF_zDI/AAAAAAAAAk4/5Fpc-qk1ZRw/s320/aidan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy 4 months old, baby Mama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;XOXO, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Mama Aidan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-3927093645488146183?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/3927093645488146183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=3927093645488146183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/3927093645488146183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/3927093645488146183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-4-months-old-sayang.html' title='Dear Aidan'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TQYf-LF_zDI/AAAAAAAAAk4/5Fpc-qk1ZRw/s72-c/aidan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-1190038094449621962</id><published>2010-12-10T16:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T10:03:17.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T_T</title><content type='html'>Sedih. Sedih. Sedih dengan diri sendiri. Rasa nak menangis dan mengurung diri dalam bilik sepanjang hari like what I used to do when I was bad mood (and single). That's the best therapy. Tapi semenjak dah berpunya. Tak pernah berkesempatan buat macam tu. Lagi-lagi dah ada anak. Jangan harap. Takkan seharian suami tak boleh masuk bilik. Takkan anak menangis kelaparan buat-buat tak dengar. Tapi kalau dah bawa masuk anak dalam bilik, no more therapy. Kang anak pulak yang nangis, lagi haru-biru. Lagi murung, 10 hari tak abis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulan ni sangat teruk. Buat kerja pun sampai tak betul. I dont know what went wrong. Am I too tired? Hurm. I think I am. Sakit mental dan fizikal. Tapi masih waras. Tak perlu lagilah nak jumpa Psychiatrist (betul ke eja. malas nak cek!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish that I could have a day off for myself. Mahu pergi urut-urut and spa untuk menghilangkan stress dan kembalikan energy yang makin lama makin berkurangan. Sekarang tidur pun dah mimpi mengarut. Dahlah kena bangun malam, sumpah sangat restless bila bangun pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa kata, dah kawen, hidup tak jadi skema? Heh. Kan orang kata, never judge a book by it's cover. Semakin hari, hidup semakin skema adalah. Bangun pagi, berderet dah to-do lists dalam kepala. Tertinggal 1 list, memang kelam-kelibut jelah seharian. Contoh. Terlambat bangun 1 jam daripada jadual. Bangun pagi sure kelam kabut. Dengan nak sediakan susu untuk sehari, mandikan anak, kemas beg anak, kemas beg sendiri, kadang-kadang sampai terlupa bawak purse sendiri. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewah Ewah! dah ada unsur complain nampak? Sebenarnya tak niat nak complain just nak mengadu saya sedih sebab bulan ni saya banyak buat salah besar semasa kerja. I feel like damn stupid and really not me. T_T Sekian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-1190038094449621962?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/1190038094449621962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=1190038094449621962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/1190038094449621962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/1190038094449621962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/12/tt_10.html' title='T_T'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-5730022325698234465</id><published>2010-12-06T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:17:06.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Tahun Baru</title><content type='html'>Salam Maal Hijrah everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti biasa soalan bonus setiap kali awal tahun, "Apa azam baru tahun ni?"&lt;br /&gt;Hurmmm..Emmmm..Mmmmmm..ZzzzzzZzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau dulu masa budak-budak hingusan, senanglah nak jawab. Bila orang tanya "Apa azam baru?" "Saya nak belajar bersungguh-sungguh. Nak dapat 9A dalam PMR." Nak tahu tercapai ke tak, tengok je result PMR. Senang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sekarang bila dah kerja. Tak ada pulak sebarang exam, macam susah sikit nak buat azam sebab tak tahu nak ukur macamana. Kalau boleh ukur guna bonus ke apa, senanglah jugak. Ni kang dah kerja separuh mati, sekali economy merudum, bisnes jatuh, bonus seciput je. Heh. Tapi nanti, mungkin 2-3 tahun lagi saya boleh buat 1 azam, "Tahun ni saya berazam nak buat anak bersungguh-sungguh." Senang jugak saya nak tahu tercapai ke tak. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak seperti tahun-tahun sebelum ni, tahun ni saya tak baca doa awal tahun. Tahun ni saya tolong aminkan saja bersama Aidan. Dah ada suami, adalah orang nak bacakan doa ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apapun, saya masih berharap agar tahun baru yang mendatang ni, akan jadi lebih baik daripada yang sebelumnya. Dan dengan bertambahnya tahun, semoga diri semakin matang, baik, dan terbaik buat suami dan anak. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-5730022325698234465?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/5730022325698234465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=5730022325698234465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/5730022325698234465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/5730022325698234465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/12/selamat-tahun-baru.html' title='Selamat Tahun Baru'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-6124637396185105141</id><published>2010-12-04T20:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T21:16:02.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short ramble</title><content type='html'>Dulu, (read: tahun 2009) I hated my company like I swear I would resign when I'm hitched. With the super heavy work loads, weird, oldies Japan system, and pressures from resignees, who wouldn't want to resign. The only reason that made me stay was I'm getting married so I need a long holidays. But today, I notice that those heavy work loads have gone, the weird, oldies Japan system seems not too bad, and the pressures from resignees are nothing. In fact, I love my company now. How could I hate it if I have flexible time to work, I could work from home once in a while during the month and some other benefits that I'm enjoying now. So, I just realised that, I could gain more with a lil bit of patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month ago, I complained a lot when I was tired. So you can imagine that I was complaining most of the time. I felt like why in the world I have to do all the chores alone while babysit my baby and cant enjoy my favorite Monday night laugh or even Betty anymore. But at the end of the day, before I went to sleep, I kept on thinking why am I complaining a lot? Semua ibu penat. That's the fact. Kalau tak nak penat, jangan jadi ibu. But when time goes by, I just noticed that I am more happy when I dont complain. Mata memang sakit bila tengok baju bertimbun tak lipat apatah lagi nak gosok, habuk lantai yang minta disapu, tapi sekali sekala, tak salah untuk pejam mata. Afterall, I dont have to act like a super mom bila diri tu tak mampu. Yang penting, apa yang dibuat semua dengan hati yang ikhlas. That's the core lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what am I rambling here. Yang saya tahu, saya update mahu tambah itu wang. Haha. Jangan lupa klik iklan belah kanan tu ya. Terima kasih daun keladi. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-6124637396185105141?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/6124637396185105141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=6124637396185105141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/6124637396185105141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/6124637396185105141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/12/short-ramble.html' title='Short ramble'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-2344747514008457264</id><published>2010-11-27T22:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T09:06:38.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenthood</title><content type='html'>I'm always inspired by mommy writings' talking about parenting. It's always fun to read their daily experiences in handling their kids or even just merely talking about the breastfeeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a new mummy, parenting is not easy for me. I dont know this, I dont know that. Why my baby is still crying when he doesnt want milk anymore? I need guidances here and there. I read books, some baby-expert websites, and even blogs to master it. Nevertheless, most of the time, my instinct plays the big role here cause in the end, I know what's the best for my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, some people think co-sleeping with baby is the best. But for me, I prefer to put my baby in his cot. In my defense, my bed is queen size only and I need an ample space for me to have a good night rest. In fact, me and hubby can have space together after a long tiring day juggling with works and a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breastfeed my baby is the most right thing that I do though I cant afford to exclusively breastfeed him during weekdays. He needs 16-18oz from 9am to 7pm a day. And I only manage to pump twice a day which equal 10-12oz for both pumping sessions. So per day, he will have 12oz of my EBM while the rest are formula. Tak mampu aa nak pump 3 kali sehari. Mahu kerja semua terbengkalai. Huhu. Nak pump time malam tak dapatlah. Sebelum tidur, Aidan memang bantai habis-habisan sampai bila saya nk pump, susu sangat sikit. 1oz pon tak sampai. Haih. But Alhamdulillah, now during weekends or the day that I'm not working, I manage to exclusively breastfeed him already. And yet, I'm still reading and trying on how to increase the milk supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people say, "Tak bagi baby minum air ke?" or "Patut bagi baby makan umur 4 bulan" or "Membazir beli stroller/car seat cause baby sure nangis bila letak dalam tu", I just listen but that doesnt mean I agree. I breastfeed my baby and 70% of mommy's milk contains water so worry not, no dehydration issue here. My baby is just fine when we put him in the stroller or car seat since newborn and now he even enjoys it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I rambling here? What I'm trying to say is just follow your heart. As long as it comes with an unconditional lots of love, whatever you decide and do will sure is the best for your baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-2344747514008457264?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/2344747514008457264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=2344747514008457264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/2344747514008457264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/2344747514008457264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/11/parenthood.html' title='Parenthood'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-3275515650155607655</id><published>2010-11-25T19:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T19:43:57.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayang saya tak?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TO5LMNt4jFI/AAAAAAAAAkw/_GWID9X11O4/s1600/75873_461743613844_655593844_5544081_3129153_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543450864552283218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TO5LMNt4jFI/AAAAAAAAAkw/_GWID9X11O4/s320/75873_461743613844_655593844_5544081_3129153_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My good friend back then in Uni uploaded this photo tribute to my lalings Fiz and Bils who got engaged last week. So memorable and obviously me and hubby were 'angau' at that time. So I commented that hubby looked so menggatal in that photo. Haha. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543445627484329506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TO5GbYHlViI/AAAAAAAAAko/v-FkYqUyjJY/s320/ScreenShot08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last Sunday was my 1st Anniversary. Cepat kan dah setahun? Hehe So I did ask darling husband how much his love for me now? Makin banyak ke sama ke or makin kurang? He then did ask me back. Which one yang saya nak?! Heh. Nak jawapan selamatlah tu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Knowing husband, he doesnt always tell me that he loves me or what but he always shows it. Tapi biasalah perempuan, bagi betis nak peha. So once in a while I must ask him "Sayang saya tak?" He will answer, "Sayang. Banyak sangat" quickly before I sempat to ask him the 2nd question "Banyak mana?" Cet. Tak ikhlas. Heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, Happy Belated 1st Anniversary darling husband. Tak ade hadiah sekarang tak pe. Tapi yang ke 30 jangan lupa 1 set diamond jeweleries ok!;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-3275515650155607655?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/3275515650155607655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=3275515650155607655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/3275515650155607655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/3275515650155607655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/11/sayang-saya-tak.html' title='Sayang saya tak?'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TO5LMNt4jFI/AAAAAAAAAkw/_GWID9X11O4/s72-c/75873_461743613844_655593844_5544081_3129153_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-4851115842410673238</id><published>2010-11-25T11:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T13:11:38.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anak oh Anak</title><content type='html'>Semalam hari yang merunsingkan. Pagi-pagi Aidan sihat dan ceria. Menginjak tengahari dah mula merengek. Punyalah susah nak tidurkan. Kene dukung sana-sini sampai tak tahu berapa lama. Naik lenguh tangan pinggang. Nasib baiklah Aidan intan payung. Penat pun penatlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tepat je jam 1 petang, tetiba Aidan melalak (bukan menyanyi. harap maklum) kuat gila sampai saya pun nak menangis. Ingatkan mengantuk, lalu cubalah naik kereta, sebab Aidan memang suka tidur dalam kereta. Lagipun, Fiz and Mek Su datang. So hajat hati nak lunch nasi ayam warisan yang lazat berserta air kelapa yang menyegarkan. Tapi malangnya, sepanjang perjalanan Aidan menangis tak henti-henti. Tak tahu dah nak buat apa. Dah sampai pun saya tak turun, suruh diorang tapau je lunch. Aidan masih menangis lagi dengan sangat nyaringnya macam menahan sakit. Nak kata kembung, kentut dan sendawa macam biasa. So saya cuma suspect dia sakit perut memulas sebab dah 5 hari tak bey. Akhirnya, Aidan hanya berhenti menangis masa on the way balik ke rumah sebab tertidur kepenatan menangis sakan. Kasihan anak. Dan bila episod petang nak bermula, saya teruslah bagi ubat. Berhenti menangis dan terus tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543347340418503570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TO3tCURAU5I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/JRBI_7kN82I/s320/aidan%2B3%2Bmths.jpg" /&gt;Hidup kembali ceria dan seperti sediakala pagi ini. Aidan bersiap untuk 3 months vaccins and rotavirus. I told his paed on what had happened yesterday. Paed cakap sometimes, ada baby yang malas nk bey ok. Heh. Cenggitu rupanya. Tapi arini perut Aidan macam biasa. Tak ada apa-apa masalah. Haih laa budak-budak zaman sekarang. Nak bey pun malas ke? Haha. Hep Aidan ni, jangan malas-malas ok?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan is doing well. The development is normal as per 3 mths baby though he has yet to roll over. He can grab things, laughing and smilling, and making noise with his goo goo gaga. Very noisy I tell you. Banyak cakap anak aku ni. Nak jadi lawyer agaknya. Haha. He has doubled his birth weight which is sangatlah debab budak ni. He likes to watch Playhouse Disney also and sing along with Dibo. Mak dia yang sibuk nyanyi sebenarnya. Nak jadi penyanyi dulu tak lepas. Jadi penyanyi Aidan jela sudahnya. Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543346544917918274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TO3sUAy4skI/AAAAAAAAAkI/LgOY50sbrHc/s320/bumbo%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tok Wan kata, "Ni Mat Senyum tak da gigi." hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-4851115842410673238?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/4851115842410673238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=4851115842410673238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/4851115842410673238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/4851115842410673238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/11/anak-oh-anak.html' title='Anak oh Anak'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TO3tCURAU5I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/JRBI_7kN82I/s72-c/aidan%2B3%2Bmths.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-3872054097933797966</id><published>2010-11-13T21:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T21:48:14.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder why..</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish that I am an anonymous blogger who can write anything out of my mind without any restrictions or think whether my thoughts or words could hurt some people. But sometimes I do hope comments from the readers too and some other times, I wish that my thoughts could reach the right people whom I would like to dedicate indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other notes, now I really wish that I could have an Iphone cause I am falling in love with Instag.ram application. So, Aidan will have lots of nice and good photos then. Almost everyone that I know directly or indirectly use it and seriously I love love love sangat their photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I wish I have lots of money, so that I can buy a nice, cozy condo in KD. Or perhaps, an extra money to go jalan-jalan overseas. I miss to have a long-hour flight. Afterall, I havent had any vacation since married/pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people said money couldnt buy happiness. But I think without money also people couldnt find happiness. The fact is money should be used wisely in order to have the happiness. Just that manusia tak pernah puas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes with love. When there are too much loves around us, we just take it for granted. But when it suddenly leaves us, barulah nak terkial-kial menyesal or whatever. Time ni, menangis air mata darah pun tak guna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wonder, why it is so hard to just be grateful for whatever that we have in our life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-3872054097933797966?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/3872054097933797966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=3872054097933797966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/3872054097933797966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/3872054097933797966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/11/wonder.html' title='I wonder why..'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-349410090825416556</id><published>2010-11-04T12:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:38:33.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T_T</title><content type='html'>Grandma and Atuk datang melawat sempena raya deepavali. Orang yang paling excited, of koslah mama Aidan. Haha. Makin hari makin lemak ok. Bangun dah lambat sikit, balik kerja makanan dah siap hidang, baju bukan saja dah siap jemur, siap lipat sekali ok. Heaven sungguh hidup. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang, mama Aidan dah mula kagum dengan ibu-ibu yang bekerja dan ada anak yang ramai tapi tetap maintain jaga rumah bersih-bersih dan teratur saja hidup anak-beranak. Memang tabik spring. Sebabnya sekarang, rasa nak pengsan bila dah sampai rumah. Jejak saja kaki kat rumah, mulalah nak kena buat itu ini. Nak duduk hadap TV layan Chinta, mimpi ok. Huh. Baru 2 minggu dah mula complaint? Sekeh kepala nak??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak dijadikan cerita, hari Isnin lepas, Aidan kembung perut. Hati gusar kat ofis tak yah&lt;br /&gt;cerita. Closing period pon dah tak kira. Pukul 5.45ptg terus cabut. Babysitter mengadu Aidan&lt;br /&gt;nangis tak henti2. Kesian my baby. Sorry Aidan. Sumpah mama tak sentuh lagi bubur kacang hijau ok. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then balik rumah, aktiviti mengurut perut Aidan dan melayan Aidan sepenuh hati diutamakan.&lt;br /&gt;Perut mama Aidan memang dah tahap super lapar, tapi tak sanggup nak biar Aidan main sorang2 dalam keadaan tak berapa nak sihat. Pijoi macam biasa, balik lambat. Suruh Pijoi tapau food, dia malas nak singgah pulak. Nasib baik Aidan mahu tidur awal. Mungkin penat melalak dan tahan sakit di siang hari. Kasihan baby. Sobss. Jadinya, lepas Aidan tidur, barulah saya boleh mula operasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hajat hati nak masak kari ayam. Tapi Pijoi nak ayam goreng. So ayam goreng it was. Sambil kemas dapur, sambil masak dengan tidak sabar. Perut dah melalak gila ni. Lepas siap kemas dapur, dengan hati berbunga nak makan ayam goreng dengan kicap, sekali tengok isi ayam tak masak. Gua apalagi beb, melalak superlah. Memang tak leh blah. Perut lapar, penat segala, bila nak makan, ayam tak masak pulak. Mana tak meraung. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi itulah insiden yang nak kata sedih tak jugak, bongok tak jugak, kelakar pon tak. Undefined. Tapi memang sampai bila-bila akan ingatlah. Baru tahu, susah jugak jadi working mummy rupanya. And it is not fun anymore. T_T Esoknya terus nak makan KFC. Pijoi cakap boleh saya belajar goreng ayam. Heh. Not funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanti bila saya dah ada anak 4, tapi dapat maintain rumah bersih dan teratur segalanya, silalah tabik spring kat saya ok. Jangan lupa. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-349410090825416556?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/349410090825416556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=349410090825416556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/349410090825416556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/349410090825416556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/11/tt.html' title='T_T'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-9038171225909564013</id><published>2010-11-03T14:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T01:54:03.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kekasih Gelap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Lynnette is my friend and you're not, Tom!" Gaby DHW season 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday, while having dinner.&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;Hubby: What will you do if you see your friend's husband/bf cheating on her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note: We were talking about the obvious cheating like the friend's husband/bf sedang berpelukan, berpegangan tangan, etc with other girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Of course lah I will let my friend know. Jangan harap nak terlepas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: Even though you know that it will ruin their relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello. He's already ruin it apa. Daripada kawan saya terus-terusan kena tipu, WTH. Baik saya bagitahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: What if dua-dua kawan awak macam Fiza and Bili. That cheating guy and your girlfriend? (read: both are my good friends. But Fiza is my laling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note: sorry Fiz and Bils. Contoh je k. Hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Of courselah saya bagitahu Fiza. Tapi saya akan terus confront Bili dulu. No way Bili boleh tipu Fiza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: Tapi kalau Fiza yang curang, awak bagitahu Bili tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tak. Haha. Tapi saya akan confront Fiza lah dan advise dia kembali ke jalan yang benar. Takkanlah nak bergosip berdua ngn Bili. Semacam je rasa. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I will always against orang ketiga dan kecurangan though my view on kekasih gelap was not that narrow macam dulu. And no matter how hard I try to like them, I just cant. Cause I dont really understand why they cant really respect the others. Afterall, I dont have to like all people in the world cause there are plenty that dont like me too. Karma people! Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Moga-moga orang disekelilingku dan diriku dijauhkan daripada mereka dan cobaan ini. Amin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-9038171225909564013?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/9038171225909564013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=9038171225909564013' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/9038171225909564013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/9038171225909564013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/11/kekasih-gelap.html' title='Kekasih Gelap'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-784711974030151653</id><published>2010-10-26T23:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T00:17:38.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Being A Working Mummy</title><content type='html'>I never thought that being a working mummy is tough. But, it's not that bad either. I'm loving it and yet it needs a lil bit of discipline and plenty of commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 2 days since I'm working and the first day went quite well, I can say. What I did was planning the daily activities during the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Wake up at 6.30am, having bath and what not&lt;br /&gt;2) Then kemas rumah and kitchen&lt;br /&gt;3) Prepare baby's bag and milk for the whole day&lt;br /&gt;4) Having 'ME' time by having a mug of Anmum Lacta and watching the 30mins comedy for 15 mins.&lt;br /&gt;5) 7.30am, baby wakes up so time to play with him.&lt;br /&gt;6) 7.45am, mandikan baby and siapkan baby&lt;br /&gt;7) 8.00am, time for me to bersiap ke ofis.&lt;br /&gt;8) 8.15am, off we go to babysitter's&lt;br /&gt;9) 8.45am, finished breastfeed the baby and tidurkan dia. Then off me go to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 2 and a half months of babymooning, I kind of miss my office work too. Thus, not really stress happened here. But juggling with the two-month-abondoned works and pumping the milk, it's quite challenging too. The office hours become too short for me. But hey, I like the nursing room that the company provides. It's not fancy or what just convinient enough for mommies like me. Thanks company for supporting breastfeeding. Cayalah! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the time being, I went off from the office at 6pm the most. Then rushing to the babysitter and meet Aidan. Only god knows how much I've been missing him. And tell you, he misses me much too until he had a very mild fever on the first day. Demam terkejut agaknya. Nasib baik balik rumah terus sihat. Huhu. Kasihan anak! The 2nd day went well though. No more mild fever and he was so behaved. Good Boy, sayang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after I'm home, then goes all the lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Masak&lt;br /&gt;2) Breastfeed &amp;amp; tidurkan Aidan&lt;br /&gt;3) Kemas dapur&lt;br /&gt;4) Buat laundry&lt;br /&gt;5) Sterilise baby's bottles&lt;br /&gt;6) Pump susu (if any)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then only I can go to bed. But telling you the truth, I was totally flat at 10pm on the first day. Haha. Penat giler wa cakap sama lu. Nasib baik ada hubby yang understanding. Selalu tolong tidurkan Aidan and willing to massage my feet yesterday. Sakit kakilah dah lama tak jalan dari Dataran Car Park to the office. Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, dah midnight and I'm still up for Betty. Kenapa? As tomorrow, I am working from home. Wohooo. Ada chan nak bangun lambat;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-784711974030151653?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/784711974030151653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=784711974030151653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/784711974030151653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/784711974030151653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/10/of-being-working-mummy.html' title='Of Being A Working Mummy'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-3792784827314687951</id><published>2010-10-08T11:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T11:30:09.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Mama</title><content type='html'>Dulu masa kecil, selalu tak faham kenapa mama selalu marah saya bila saya buat salah. Silap haribulan, kadang-kadang biru lah kaki kene cubit. Saya selalu cakap kat mama, "Mama tak sayang Along." Tapi semakin besar dan dewasa, saya semakin faham dan tahu betapa sayangnya seorang ibu itu kepada anaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu, masa saya tengah mengandung, saya selalu cakap, "Jangan manjakan sangat anak. Kena biasakan tidur katil sendiri, kena latih itu dan ini, dan macam-macamlah lagi." Tapi sekarang, saya seperti lupa dengan kata-kata saya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu lepas, saya pulang ke rumah Damansara untuk hujung minggu. Oleh sebab, katil tidur saya bersaiz Queen saja, maka saya tidak berapa berani nak tidur bersama Aidan di atas katil. Mana tahu Aidan dihempap oleh Pijoi, nangis saya. Hehe. Jadi Aidan saya tidurkan di atas katil sendiri. Aidan nampak seronok tidur di atas katil sendiri sampai tak perlu didodoi macam selalu. Letak saja, and eventually dia akan tidur sendiri. Tapi yang peliknya, saya yang tak boleh tidur. Boleh terjaga dari pukul 2 pagi sampai pukul 5 pagi. Yang saya buat sepanjang 3 jam itu hanyalah tengok Aidan tidur. Rasa rindu sangat macam tak jumpa seminggu. Memang tak boleh duduk diam. Rasa nak ambil, peluk dia tapi saya kuatkan hati. Hari kedua, kurang sedikit perasaan tak tentu arah. Mungkin kepenatan seharian berjalan. Jadi, waktu subuh, lepas menyusukan Aidan, terus saya letak dia di katil kami. Hehe. Kesimpulannya, mana ada ibu yang tak sayang anaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu perkara tidur. Belum lagi, risau Aidan digigit nyamuk, Aidan demam, Aidan cirit-birit, etc. Punyalah risau, tuhan je yang tahu. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahad ni, sudah mahu pulang ke KL. Ada sedikit campur-baur perasaan saya. Excited, nervous, sedih. All in one lah. Sedih nak pisahkan Aidan dengan Grandma and Tok Ayah dan pastinya saya mesti rindu nak tengok Tok Ayah dan Grandma main-main dengan Aidan. Nervous untuk jadi seorang ibu dan isteri tanpa bantuan orang lain. Excited nak jumpa kawan-kawan dan hidup hanya kami bertiga dalam satu rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, cukup-cukup. Moga-moga saya mampu pikul tanggungjawab ini dengan baik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-3792784827314687951?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/3792784827314687951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=3792784827314687951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/3792784827314687951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/3792784827314687951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/10/drama-mama.html' title='Drama Mama'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-6008415376076042512</id><published>2010-10-05T12:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T13:15:42.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th Week</title><content type='html'>Time flies super fast. Sekarang dah 7 weeks since Aidan's birth day. During this time, I learnt a lot and still learning of being a new mummy. Yup, the top priority now is the baby. Almost everything that I do must think of the baby first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biasanya, bangun pagi, baby yang kejut. Hehe. Kalau nasib baik, pukul 8 pagi baru Aidan kejut. Kalau kurang baik pukul 6 lebih dah kena kejut. Then, kena breastfeed Aidan dulu. Dah kenyang, baru boleh main-main. At 8am baru mandikan Aidan. Lepas dah wangi, continue playing with him, then baru boleh tidurkan dia. After he is sleeping, barulah si ibu boleh mandi, sarapan, kemas rumah sikit, dan masak sepantas kilat. In between all this, sempat jugalah berfb-ing or blog hopping. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau mahu keluar sekarang, tidak lagi boleh berlenggang kangkung, 5 minit dah siap. Anak mestilah didahulukan. Bermula dengan segala persiapan barang-barang anak (diapers, baju, etc) dan susu, di akhiri dengan menyiapkan anak handsome2. Dah siap segala kaitan dengan anak, barulah boleh menyiapkan diri yang mengambil masa hanya 5 minit. Oh tapi sekarang sudah tambah 10 minit. Mana boleh baby je handsome, Mummy pun nak cantik dan beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makan pun sekarang kena fikir anak. Tak boleh makan food yang terlalu pedas, nanti anak cirit birit. Atau benda yang boleh buat anak kembung perut atau panas. Tapi bab-bab makan ni, susah sikit untuk mengawal nafsu. Jadi mahu ajar anak tidak terlalu manja dengan food. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else in week 7? &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524425486732071794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TKqzteTHk3I/AAAAAAAAAjw/Horbu7swIhU/s320/aidan+1st+laugh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aidan can smile and laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watching my son growing up in front of me is the greatest moment ever in my life. Thank you Allah for the happiness that you grant for me;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-6008415376076042512?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/6008415376076042512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=6008415376076042512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/6008415376076042512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/6008415376076042512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/10/7th-week.html' title='7th Week'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TKqzteTHk3I/AAAAAAAAAjw/Horbu7swIhU/s72-c/aidan+1st+laugh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-7901221449948619887</id><published>2010-09-30T05:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T05:26:23.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie at 4.30am</title><content type='html'>Anak is goo goo gaga in front of the TV. It is almost 5.30am dan dia dah bangun since 4.30am. Itulah dia akibat siang tido berlebihan. Pagi2 ajak main pulak. Heh. Jadinya, mama is layan internet, anak is bising2 tengok TV. So, today's lesson is tengok TV AXN ye. Wahaha. Esok kalau bangun lagi pukul 4.30pagi, kita belajar main FB pulak. Ngeh Ngeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy yesterday. For the 1st time after about 3 weeks, saya berjaya breastfeed anak exclusively. Surprisingly, susu is banyak semula. Alhamdulillah. Berhasil segala usaha. Minum Anmum Lacta + soya + makan banyak. Huhu. Mintak-mintaklah berterusan. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh noes. Anak is making kueh. Got to go now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-7901221449948619887?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/7901221449948619887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=7901221449948619887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7901221449948619887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7901221449948619887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/09/zombie-at-430am.html' title='Zombie at 4.30am'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-1395810316762690162</id><published>2010-09-28T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:07:26.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random on Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I love Tuesday night. I will always give up Buletin Utama for The Ugly Betty season 4. Siapa tak nak tengok the optimist, kind-hearted Betty kan? Kemudian sambung dengan drama siri Asmara. And can someone tell me who's this Melati dalam drama Asmara ni? Jangan paksa dan terlalu mendesak boleh? Bagilah Asmara a bit space. Rimas tahu tak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is watching TMTM tonight (without me). Teribbly sad. Wish that someone will accompany me watching my fav musical theather one day. *Fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note, I'm going to spend the weekend in KL. Home sweet home bebeh! though just for a weekend. Huhu. Cant wait to be home and of course to be with my boo! Rindu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh have I told you guys that I can fit my jeans back? Woot Woot. Terubat sikit hati. Hehe. Thanks to breastfeeding (I guess) and I'm loving it. And I'm still learning and brushing up my knowledge and skills on breastfeed. Thank you susuibu.com for the knowledge and support. :) Mudah-mudahan I can continue breastfeed my baby (though not exclusively) till he turns two. InsyaAllah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-1395810316762690162?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/1395810316762690162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=1395810316762690162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/1395810316762690162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/1395810316762690162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/09/random-on-tuesday.html' title='Random on Tuesday'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-5788130157637575417</id><published>2010-09-24T23:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T23:52:14.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tak Boleh Tidur.</title><content type='html'>Excited tunggu suami pulang sampai tak boleh nak tidur. Rasa macam dah lama tak jumpa. Padahal baru 5 hari. Rindu hokey. Sekarang baru faham kenapa Mama selalu nangis2 bila hantar ayah ke airport. Dulu gelakkan saja. Sekarang, hamik ko. Rasakanlah!! Orang single-mingle sure tak paham. Nantilah, tunggu kamu kahwin dulu ya. Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak sabar tunggu hari esok. Mahu pergi kenduri kahwin di Simpang Renggam. Sebenarnya, bukan tak sabar mahu tengok pengantin. Tapi tak sabar nak dress up kan Aidan comel2. Aidan kan ada baju baru. Kih Kih. Sindrom mak-mak memang camni ke? Ingat Aidan tu barbie doll ke? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esok mesti ambil gambar. Harus bukan wajib. Kalau wajib, hangat2 taik ayam, berdosa namanya. Seronok tengok gambar baby orang, baby sendiri haprak. Malas ok. Malas. Lagipun muka Aidan dah terpahat di hati. Rasa gambar macam kurang perlu. Eceh. Alasan orang malas. Hehe. Aunties, Uncles, nanti Aidan balik KL tolong snapkan banyak gambar2 comel, okeh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-5788130157637575417?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/5788130157637575417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=5788130157637575417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/5788130157637575417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/5788130157637575417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/09/tak-boleh-tidur.html' title='Tak Boleh Tidur.'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-6836948267406270555</id><published>2010-09-22T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T22:48:24.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy-enjoy saja!</title><content type='html'>Esok dah hari ke 39. Cepat sungguh masa berlalu. Rasa macam baru sakit-sakit, terkedek-kedek berjalan ke labour room. Laju sungguh masa berjalan. Dan lagi 30 hari, dah mula masuk ofis. Benci benci benci. Lagi benci bila fikir kena tinggal bayi comel ni kat baby sitter. Pandai ke baby sitter tu nak tidurkan bayi comel? Rindu tak bayi comel kat mama? Nguuu. Tak mau fikir. Benci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perasan tak ada perubahan di sini? Oh. Saya memang dah selim. Cuma seluar jeans dan seluar-seluar yang sewaktu dengannya, langsung tak muat. Sedih ok. Jeling kat perut, lagi bertambah sedih. Tak cukup iman, boleh histeria. Heh. Tapi bukan perubahan yang itu saya maksudkan. Ehem ehem. Cantikkan blog saya sekarang? Bertambah ceria, bertambah kreatif. Nasib baik ada cik abang yang hebat dan macho. Kalau tak, sampai mati saya tengok burung hantu je. Huhu. Maseh ye yang. Nanti dah bosan, kite tukar yang lain pulak. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklah. Sila menjamu mata ya. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-6836948267406270555?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/6836948267406270555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=6836948267406270555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/6836948267406270555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/6836948267406270555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/09/enjoy-enjoy-saja.html' title='Enjoy-enjoy saja!'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-7574346910269274171</id><published>2010-09-21T08:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T10:22:26.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menjelang Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hari Raya Aidilfitri 2010. I had a blast one. Nothing can beat the happiness of this time raya as I wasnt only celebrate with my dearest man but also my darling chubby boy and of course my dear family. Alhamdullilah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519182798190110322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TJgTg1iRZnI/AAAAAAAAAiE/lL6uW2FRia0/s320/rata.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Happiness. Blessed. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much on raya updates. Macam biasalah. Pergi beraya melawat sanak saudara, makan kuih, ketupat rendang and luckily I am on pantang yang-yang yuk for almost 1 month. So apalagi, semua food saya bantai. Cuma sambal kacang je rasa sikit, sebab takut gatal. Kurang nikmat okeh! Tapi, socks and bengkung still pakai. Sedikit selekeh di situ. Pasrah. Heh. So note to self: Next time no more pantang during raya. OK? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having my chubby boy during raya is fun though a bit kelam kelibut bila nak pergi beraya. Sekarang, kalau nak keluar, at least ambil masa 1 jam. Kemas beg Aidan pun dah lama. Macam kemas baju nak balik kampung. Huhu. Banyak betul barang nak dibawa. Dah siap bag, kena dress up kan baby Aidan dulu. Siapkan susu pulak. Dah siap semua yang berkaitan dengan baby, then only baru mama boleh bersiap. Heh. But afterall, I like it walaupun sedikit leceh and kelam kelibut. Biasalah, new mummy kan. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519173821411755410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TJgLWUbiBZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Ip5lcVxha1g/s320/raya.jpg" /&gt; My two darlings. Muaahhs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aidan 1st baju melayu, bought at Jusco. 1st time nampak, mummy terus excited. Tak sangka ada juga baju melayu for baby. 1st thought, baju ni sure besar giler for him cause it is for 4-8mths old baby. Tapi excited nak raya punya pasal, beli sajelah. But surprisingly, bila dah pakai, eh muatlah pulak though it is slightly big and panjang. Hehe. Ok, anak Mama dah besar rupanya. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan has travelled a lot too. From JB to Batu Pahat to Singapore. Yes people, Aidan dah ada passport. Hehe. Semangat tak? And lucky baby Aidan, Aidan siap sempat shopping at Orchad Rd, Tok Ayah and Grandma belanja. Heh. Mama is jeles ok. ;p Aidan is a rich baby with kisses, loves and of cos, the green packets in the house lah. Hehe.&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;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519170637018202034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TJgIc9o8f7I/AAAAAAAAAhs/a_eYWL-uWxQ/s320/aidan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last but not least, Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Maaf Zahir Batin. ;)&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/4066105822452026998-7574346910269274171?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/7574346910269274171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=7574346910269274171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7574346910269274171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7574346910269274171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/09/menjelang-hari-raya.html' title='Menjelang Hari Raya'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TJgTg1iRZnI/AAAAAAAAAiE/lL6uW2FRia0/s72-c/rata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-7186849591132307874</id><published>2010-09-02T12:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T13:21:31.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BoO HOo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yo. Wazzup y'all? &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;Lama juga tak berupdate blog ni. Nak cakap tak de masa, adalah juga. Tapi masa banyak membelek anak, membelek fb, membelek suami. Eh. Tak. Tak. Suami dah tak ada di sini. Meninggalkan isteri dan anak kesepian. Tsk. Tsk. Setiap kali suami nak balik KL, isteri mesti berjejehan air mata. Call her cengeng or gembeng. Tak kesah. Mesti nangis juga. Bila isteri dah nangis, anak sure ikut nangis. Tapi anak nangis nak susu bukan sedih ditinggalkan bapa. &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_5512180780622756290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TH8zNxbBOcI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Z_iLSErRQxQ/s320/47179_429751028925_694008925_4813362_3045039_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boo Mummy Cengeng. Boo Hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harini, rindu terubat sikit bila daddy dedicate lagu Maher Zain ni kat Mummy. Sampai tertidur Aidan dengar. Merdu sungguh. Haha. Mummy lagi sikit nak tetidur jugak. Tapi liriknya best. Terbuai2 jiwa perasaan Mummy. Thanks Daddy. I love you too! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For The Rest Of My Life ~Maher Zain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I praise Allah for sending me you my love&lt;br /&gt;You found me home and sail with me&lt;br /&gt;And I`m here with you&lt;br /&gt;Now let me let you know&lt;br /&gt;You`ve opened my heart&lt;br /&gt;I was always thinking that love was wrong&lt;br /&gt;But everything was changed when you came along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And theres a couple words I want to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;I`ll be with you&lt;br /&gt;I`ll stay by your side honest and true&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of my time&lt;br /&gt;I`ll be loving you.loving you&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;Thru days and night&lt;br /&gt;I`ll thank Allah for open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever I...I`ll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that deep in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel so blessed when I think of you&lt;br /&gt;And I ask Allah to bless all we do&lt;br /&gt;You`re my wife and my friend and my strength&lt;br /&gt;And I pray we`re together eternally&lt;br /&gt;Now I find myself so strong&lt;br /&gt;Everything changed when you came along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that deep in my heart now that you`re here&lt;br /&gt;Infront of me I strongly feel love&lt;br /&gt;And I have no doubt&lt;br /&gt;And I`m singing loud that I`ll love you eternally &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that deep in my heart..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa cerita pantang? Tak best wal terseksa. Like seriously. Padahal, Mummy is berpantang yang yang yok! haha. Sekarang no more ikan haruan plis. Rasa nak muntah dah tiap kali pandang ikan haruan. I hate yuh! Dah makan pati ikan haruan, tapi Aidan doesnt like it. Mummy makan terus Aidan cirit birit and sakit perut. Then Aidan buli Mummy terus. Tsk. Tsk. So Mummy dah stop makan and Aidan has no reason to bully Mummy again. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi walaupun Mummy berpantang yang yang yuk, jangan sekali2 melawan cakap orang tua2. Stoking kena pakai 24/7, benda2 sejuk (ubi kayu, tembikai, pulut, etc) janganlah sekali2 cuba untuk makan. Silap sikit, perut boleh kembung atau bentan. Mummy dah try. Serik wa cakap sama lu. Huhu. Tapi jalan2 di shopping mall is ok. Eksesais namanya. Aidan is loving it too. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklah. Mummy wants to have her lunch and buat begedil for today's menu. Nak masak soto bebeh. Yummeh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-7186849591132307874?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/7186849591132307874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=7186849591132307874' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7186849591132307874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7186849591132307874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/09/boo-hoo.html' title='BoO HOo!!!'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TH8zNxbBOcI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Z_iLSErRQxQ/s72-c/47179_429751028925_694008925_4813362_3045039_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-5780473301468977495</id><published>2010-08-23T12:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T13:03:40.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari-hari biasa</title><content type='html'>Sabtu. 21hb Ogos 2010. Hari ke tujuh kelahiran. Maka.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508465546099080530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/THIAOqS2vVI/AAAAAAAAAhI/CWnK4ngwKek/s320/Aidan+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aidan bam bam dah botaks! hehe. Aidan suka benar dibotakkan. Sampai tersenyum2. Terasa comellah tu. ;p&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;Harini baru hari ke 9 saya berpantang. Terseksa sungguhlah. Lebih2 lagi sekarang ni bulan puasa. Haih. Makanan lazat2 punyalah banyak. Tapi saya hanya mampu tengok. Tiap2 hari kena hadap ikan haruan. Sampai nak makan nasi pon dah naik malas. Haha. Dugaan ramadhan sungguhlah. Seksaan berpantang lebih teruk daripada bersalin. Siapa punya idealah pantang2 bagai ni. Sabar jelah.&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;On the other note, hubby dah balik KL and I really miss my man. I miss my home and I miss OU also. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oklah, dah tiba waktu untuk permaisuri beradu sementara Aidan bam bam tengah syok di alam mimpi. Sebelum tu, some photos just for dearest aunties yang tak sabar nak jumpe Aidan bam bam. ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508464712096544674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/THH_eHZJ96I/AAAAAAAAAg4/JpzuHbuc-NQ/s320/Aidan+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508464229220281506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/THH_CAie7KI/AAAAAAAAAgw/vDNfZATLp_g/s320/Aidan+1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&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/4066105822452026998-5780473301468977495?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/5780473301468977495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=5780473301468977495' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/5780473301468977495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/5780473301468977495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/08/hari-hari-biasa.html' title='Hari-hari biasa'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/THIAOqS2vVI/AAAAAAAAAhI/CWnK4ngwKek/s72-c/Aidan+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-4693593726911613208</id><published>2010-08-19T14:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T16:17:50.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birth Story : Aidan Damian</title><content type='html'>People around us always told that giving birth is the scariest experience a woman would have. Towards the end of the pregnancy, I was always nervous and scared too. But then, after experiencing it first-handedly, though it is not as smooth as I thought, giving birth is not that scary. Well, the pain tu, memanglah sakit yang hanya tuhan saja yang tahu tapi it is still managable. Seriously! Let me tell you my 1st experience of giving birth though it may bore you. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started to feel the mild contractions when all of us bukak puase at 7.30pm on Saturday. Since it was just a mild contractions and I always got the false alarm, I ignored the pain. Then, around 8pm, the contractions were a bit frequent, continued once every 10 mins. By then I already knew that the time has come. At 10.30pm, we went to the hospital and I was admitted. Contractions still there tapi menurut nurse, jalan masih belum buka. So, I hang in there between the false alarm and the true contractions. Saya mahu saja pulang ke rumah, tapi nurse tak bagi. Huhu. Hubby said, "Kalo false alarm awak, macamane? Memalukan. Haha" Ok. Saya pasrah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.30am, Sunday: Saya terjaga and the contractions started again. Tapi kalini lebih sakit berbanding malam tadi. Masa nak ke toilet, I saw blood stains already. So, it was confirmed not a false alarm. I cudnt sleep since then. I walked around the labour room to ease the pain. Menurut nurse, the contractions dah masuk 2nd stage dan sebab tu dah semakin sakit. Tapi, saya masih boleh bertahan. I didnt take any pain killer at that time and still can bergambar2 bersama hubby dan bergelak ketawa dan bertxting with all my gfs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.30am: Hubby wasnt at the labour room as he went to the room that I have booked untuk mandi and lepak with his brother for a while. And surprisingly, my gynae went in to check my condition. He wasnt happy with the baby position at that time. The contractions were at 2-3mins but the baby's head still wasn't engaged well. Jalan pun baru buka 3 cm. Biasanya, untuk contractions 2-3mins, jalan dah buka at least by 6cm. He was worried that the baby is too big that I couldnt manage to push him out normally. So the gynae cuba untuk pecahkan air ketuban. Dalam keadaan mamai and hubby wasnt there, the gynae did pecahkan air ketuban. Sangat sakit sampai saya menangis. Tuhan saja yang tahu. Then the gynae told me, in 4 hours, kalau jalan tak buka jugak, I need to go for c-sect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right after the gynae went out, I quickly called hubby. I was crying like a baby to ease my pain. Dan selepas air ketuban pecah, sakit contractions is about selang seminit dan hanya tuhan saja yang tahu betapa sakitnya. I was shivering untuk menahan sakit every time I felt the contractions. But then, I didnt ask for any drugs to ease the pain sampai nurse yang jaga saya kasihan dan suruh saya sedut gas. At first, saya menolak coz saya baca that laughing gas tak adalah berkesan sangat. Tapi since the nurse dh 3-4 kali pujuk saya suruh sedut, saya cubalah jugak 2-3 kali. Dan memang betul pun. Tak adalah berkesan. Makin pening adalah. So saya stop. Cuba bertahan sampai doctor datang at 2.30pm. Luckily, I have a very supportive hubby that always be my side that time. Sampai ngantuk2 dia tunggu kat tepi katil coz everytime saya rasa sakit saya akan genggam tangan dia kuat2 to ease the pain. And it works bebeh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.30pm: The gynae came in to check my condition again. Surprisingly, jalan baru buka 4 cm tapi saya dah rasa sangat lemah and shivering everytime saya rasa the contractions pain. The gynae advise to go for C-sect but he still gave me the option for normal delivery if I could wait for 5-6 hours lagi. MasyaAllah. I cried. I told hubby that I wont have the energy anymore if I wait for another 5-6 hours. Itu pun nasib, kalau jalan dah buka 10cm. Kalau tak, I have to wait again. So after several discussions, we agreed for the C-sect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.00pm: I was the in the OT. There are lots of nurses and doctors in there. I think about 10 if not mistaken. And I was given several drugs and I believed one of it is of course Epidural sebab nak bius half of the body saja. Everything was fast in the OT macam dalam citer ER pulak rasanya. Semua kelam kabut. I was relieved from the pain once I was given the Epidural. Then, I heard my gynae's voice. So hati sudah sangat berdebar memikirkan, bilalah die nak potong perut saya. And saya juga terbayang kalau2 the Epidural is not effective enough. But then, in 10 mins, the gynae told me, baby dah keluar and I heard his voice, crying continously. During that, the gynae siap terkejut sebab the baby is so big, about 8 pounds dia kata. Dan memang betul, after the weight scaling, the baby weigh is 3.83kg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was crying soundlessly after hearing his voice. Seriously, I felt so relieved. My baby is healthy and chubby. Saya sempat cium dia, before he went out from the OT. The gynae also told me, luckily I go for C-sect, sebab if I tried untuk normal delivery pun tak guna since the baby takkan boleh muat nak keluar. And he scared, shoulder bone baby boleh patah kalau tak muat. Fuhh. I was relieved then sampai saya terus tertidur time doctor sibuk jahit menjahit perut balik. Hihi. Punyalah penat sampai tidur tak sedar yang everything dah siap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that was the end of the birth story. Sakit lepas kene bedah, macam biasalah. I cant bangun or even bersandar for almost a day. Nak mengiring tak boleh. So sangatlah berusaha time the 1st breastfeeding session. Hehe. And that's another story. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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_5507020499332260994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TGzd93l-ZII/AAAAAAAAAgg/ggd7wjvwR-8/s320/41230_423838878925_694008925_4667146_5575020_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Date of Birth: 15 August 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time: 3.34pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gestational: 39 weeks and 3 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to the world, Aidan Damian and to hubby, thank you so much for everything that you have given and done for me;) Mummy loves you both so much! Muahhhs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-4693593726911613208?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/4693593726911613208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=4693593726911613208' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/4693593726911613208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/4693593726911613208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/08/birth-story-aidan-damian.html' title='The Birth Story : Aidan Damian'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TGzd93l-ZII/AAAAAAAAAgg/ggd7wjvwR-8/s72-c/41230_423838878925_694008925_4667146_5575020_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-7149367098097044792</id><published>2010-08-13T11:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T11:33:45.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balik Kampung..Hati Riang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TGS6veCsIeI/AAAAAAAAAgY/eWIzOK4cod8/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504729969234551266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TGS6veCsIeI/AAAAAAAAAgY/eWIzOK4cod8/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tahu tak itu apa? Bukan seekor alien pet atau labah2 atau obor2. Kalau nak tahu, itulah air kacip fatimah yang original punya. Orang kata, air kacip fatimah ni macam air selusuh untuk menyenangkan proses bersalin. Jadi saya cubalah. Pakcik saya beli masa die pergi umrah. Tapi betapa terseksanya minum air ini. Bau dia. Perrrghhh. Masyaallah. Tuhan je yang tahu. Huhu. Pijoi pon tak sanggup nak bau. Tapi selalu paksa saya minum. Malam tadi je saya ngelat tak minum. Haha. Keberkesanan? Nanti saya cekidout. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harini nak balik kampung! Wohooo. Dua bulan dah saya tak balik JB. Eksaited gile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504729621323049266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TGS6bN-H6TI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Y_ZgNlvNppQ/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504729432194121122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TGS6QNaRfaI/AAAAAAAAAgI/HLszBOOc1lc/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tengok banyakkan barang baby boy? Macam nak pindah rumah. Ni pon dh hantar separuh ke JB. Tak sangka boleh jadi sebanyak ni. Huhu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cepatnya masa berlalu. Baby boy dah 39 weeks and 1 day. Macam tak percaya saya dah bawa budak kecik ni ke mana2 for 9 months. Macam tak percaya yang lepas ni, saya ada budak kecik untuk digomol setiap hari. Tak percayalah. Haha. Rasa macam mahu melahirkan seorang adik bukan anak. Tapi hati sangatlah tidak sabar mahu melihat sendiri budak kecik yang dah diangkut 9 bulan dengan jayanya. Doa2kanlah budak kecik mahu keluar weekend ni jadi abah baby boy boleh teman saya. Sedih pulak rasanya bila nak hidup berjauhan dengan suami. Perasaan macam nak kena pergi outstation berbulan2. (T_T)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apapun, doakan semuanya baik dan selamat ya rakan2 yang baik hati. Selamat berpuasa ;)&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/4066105822452026998-7149367098097044792?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/7149367098097044792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=7149367098097044792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7149367098097044792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7149367098097044792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/08/balik-kampunghati-riang.html' title='Balik Kampung..Hati Riang'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TGS6veCsIeI/AAAAAAAAAgY/eWIzOK4cod8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-1286616182247095040</id><published>2010-08-05T23:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T11:39:50.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Size Does Matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; One happy mommy after got her Chicken Mandy at Al-Rawsha. Love you sayang:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502136361604770898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TFuD3os2bFI/AAAAAAAAAf4/3KYYGP-GVlo/s320/blog3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lil boy inside me at 38 weeks. Big, round, and cute. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, size really does matter isnt it?;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502136128382949298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TFuDqD4b17I/AAAAAAAAAfw/m5CRBMmNmWE/s320/blog3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TFracP2mxHI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/oe9M8H_0YIQ/s1600/blog4.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-1286616182247095040?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/1286616182247095040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=1286616182247095040' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/1286616182247095040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/1286616182247095040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/08/size-does-matter.html' title='Size Does Matter'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TFuD3os2bFI/AAAAAAAAAf4/3KYYGP-GVlo/s72-c/blog3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-2612463832372991593</id><published>2010-08-02T15:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T17:26:16.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another story</title><content type='html'>Dulu saya ingat mengidam itu adalah nafsu semata. Nafsu yang sebenarnya boleh dikawal. Tapi sejak saya ternampak that Chicken Mandy photo yang Wawa uploaded in the FB like last month, seriously I cant stop thinking about it until now. And yes, until now I havent got the chance to taste it. Though I keep on reminding the hubby to bring me there, but most of the time, mesti ada saja hal. He was busylah, we were up for something else lah, until last week, when my other pregnant lunchmate told me she had it for breakfast, I was like so envy. Why on earth I still havent got the chance to have it but she can have it even for breakfast? And when I told hubby, I wanted it so badly, but still hubby said he was so busy that day, I was crying. I was surprised too like what the heck I'm crying in the office because the hubby told me he was busy and cant bring me to Al-Rawsha? But the frustration wasnt stop there and continued in the morning when I told hubby how frustrated I am, and without notice, my tears dropped again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, knowing the hubby, he is not the type of hubby that will follow everything that I want. No excuse even though I am carrying his son. He expressed his frustration towards me as well and said I'm just being so mengada. He said, "there are people who dont have food to eat but you, you are just crying because you cant have that chicken mandy." Obviously, I was a bit sad then and merajuk for 5 mins. But after further thoughts, yes I agree. Maybe I am just being so childish for that. So the case is closed. But I still crave for that minus the crying part. Hehe. Now, I still keep on thinking that maybe mengidam is just my own lust! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the weekend was spent very well at Taiping though at first I had scary thought of being delivered the baby at Taiping. Haha. But then, bila dah sampai, sangat seronok bila pulang bukan berdua sahaja. Adik-beradik Pijoi semua ada kecuali Kakak dan Ayip. Kami buat bbq 2 days in a row for lunch. Hehe. Idea Pijoi. And not bad for his 1st attempt of his own recipe to marinate the Chicken and lamb for the 1st day and the fish for the 2nd day. Yummy! Saya asyik makan, makan, dan makan. Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before went back home yesterday, saya berkesempatan untuk meminta maaf to Ibu Pijoi and asked her to pray for me and the baby. To be surprised, she didnt only give me the kisses as usual but a kiss for the baby too. Yes, she kissed my belly too and told baby boy to be nice to me. Hehe. I was so touched till I felt like crying but I didnt. Malulah saya kalau nangis. Huhu. But hopefully, baby boy feels the loves from his Mak Tok too.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-2612463832372991593?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/2612463832372991593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=2612463832372991593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/2612463832372991593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/2612463832372991593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/08/another-story.html' title='Another story'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-2730858614584457120</id><published>2010-07-27T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T21:56:11.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>Sejak akhir-akhir ni, memang sukalah sakit perut memulas. Tak paham kenapa. Bila lapar, memulas, nak be*ak, memulas, ada angin memulas, dan macam-macam lah lagi. Memang tak paham. Tapi si ibu mengandung tidak lagi freak out rasa nak bersalin ke apa. Dah semakin rilek. Menanti dengan penuh kesabaran. Eceh. Tapi bersyukurlah jugak sebab setakat ini tak ada pulak heart burn, kaki pun tak bengkak, cuma gemuk sikit, pinggang tu kadang-kadang je sakit. Alhamdulillah untuk kesihatan yang baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paling seronok, semalam check up, baby boy dah 2.7kg. huhu. Cepatnya besar. Last month baru 2kg je. Patutlah mummy pun cepat membesar. Baby boy nak suruh mummy teman dia membesar rupanya. Haha. Daddy pulak yang ngade-ngade nak mengurus. Dia kata nak cuba sama berat dengan ibu mengandung. Huh. Membencikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. Nak ucap tahniah kat bapak baby boy sebab dah officially promoted jadi senior. Tapi yang sedihnya, tengah off peak pun dah mula nak balik lambat. Nanti during peak macamana? Nampak gayanya, mummy tengok muka baby boy, baby boy tengok muka mummy sajelah. Sobss. Sobss. Seperti ibu dan anak yang terabai. Huhu. Anyway, ibu mengandung juga dimurahkan rezeki. Gaji naik sampai menggembirakan. Comel sungguhlah company saya. Jadi dengan seronoknya, dapatlah ibu mengandung melengkapkan semua barang baby boy. Sekarang dah boleh bersalin dengan tenang dan aman damai. Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebut pasal bersalin, sejak akhir-akhir ni, terasa yang amat nak bersalin di KL. Rasa macam lebih menggembirakan. Terbayang lepas bersalin, kawan-kawan semua datang melawat. Jadi kuranglah rasa kesakitan. Tapi kalau di JB, siapa nak lawat? Nurse dan gynae sajalah. Sobss. Malas nak fikir. Baby boy, please decide. Arahan pertama mummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-2730858614584457120?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/2730858614584457120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=2730858614584457120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/2730858614584457120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/2730858614584457120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/07/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-3850307241858961304</id><published>2010-07-24T09:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T06:53:32.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Lilypie Pregnancy tickers" src="http://lbdf.lilypie.com/9S2Bp8.png" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This week marks the 36th week of my pregnancy. Oh how time flies so fast. It's almost full term and the baby is ready to meet his daddy and mommy anytime soon. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thinking of the pregnancy journey will be ended soon, it makes me sad at the same time. I know I'm going to miss the whole my 1st pregnancy journey. Miss all the good and exciting feelings. Ahh, you knowlah how excited this mommy-to-be is on what to expect everyday, always wondering how she would look in a month time, to notice the 1st baby's movements, etc, etc. Ahhhh..that is called bliss. Surely, it's the best moment in my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm pregnant as early as 3 weeks after my wedding since I had a mild nausea especially right after brushing my teeth in the morning. Though I didnt really sure about it but I know there was something wrong with me. Did I tell you that I was scared as well at that time? Who doesnt anyway especially when you just got married. Well, I really didnt expect it would be that super fast. Huhu. But afterall, the hubby eagerness and excitedness to have a baby makes me feel confident that I'm also ready for any future possibility. Chewah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the first 4 months of the pregnancy journey was not good for me. Seriously it is physically and mentally challenged. I doubted whether I'm ready for this when I was having all those morning sickness thingy and physical changes. I still remembered how I hate food but I need food most of the time to fill my tummy. Else, sakit perut. I cant eat almost everything especially those oily ones, thus I hate KFC so much. My fav food was milk and fruits until one day I vomitted the milk, so goodbye to the fresh milk after that. Haha. I also hate times when I was full. I felt like vomitting but I tried to not too, I cant lying down so I slept sit up straight till morning, my belly felt like bloated though I was hungry, dizziness for 24/7 and bla bla. Sometimes, I felt like it was a super bad nightmare. Urghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything was like super hard when the hubby went outstation for 3 weeks. Gosh. But, how did I tackle this? I talked to the baby to calm me down, always looked at the baby's scan to forget the sickness, and of course pray to Allah to give me the strength to go through it. And Alhamdulillah, believe it or not everything is just fine. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most of the preggers have told, second trimester is the best pregnancy journey ever. It is so true bebeh. The morning sickness is suddenly gone, I love foods, foods and foods. I can already cook my meal and that is the best meal ever. And the hormone makes me a super happy mommy-to-be. Yes. Since pregnant, I was like super happy though I might crying to certain things sometimes. And certainly, I feel the love everywhere. Oh, did I tell you that I like to see myself in the mirror cause I feel preety and beautiful? Perasan giler. But that's what I did. Kah kah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early of 3rd trimester was ok until the middle of the 3rd trimester when I started to feel a lil bit unwell and useless sometimes. I cant do much chores and much walking anymore since I'm easily get tired. Especially when I'm an anemic. But the baby's kickings and movements are priceless as compared to any discomforts that I have. I feel blessed, loved, and so happy till I am surely know that I'm going to miss it. Seriously now I cant wait to hold and kiss the lil heart but at the same time I want to be a pregger. Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who scared to be pregnant, please dont be cause it is the best moment in a women's life;) Minus the delivery lah cause I'm yet to know. Let me check it out, how scary it is. Haha. &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_5497474279432914962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TErzuvNyCBI/AAAAAAAAAfI/UjJ0TDenCpk/s320/36weeks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: To hubby, thank you so much for your support and help throughout the whole journey. Without you it would be much difficult and wont be this wonderful. And the awesome friends, you guys are rocks! Colour my life as gorgeous as the rainbow. Hundred zillions thanks and loves from the mommy and baby for everything. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-3850307241858961304?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/3850307241858961304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=3850307241858961304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/3850307241858961304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/3850307241858961304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-story.html' title='My Story'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TErzuvNyCBI/AAAAAAAAAfI/UjJ0TDenCpk/s72-c/36weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-2891480505816732282</id><published>2010-07-16T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:12:15.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anak aku lagi comellah.</title><content type='html'>I like this one Baby's stuff website called Lollytot in FB few months ago. This Lollytot organised the 2010 Cutest Little One Contest. And today, I stumbled into the winner for the month photo and believe it or not, siap ade sesi &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?sk=h#!/posted.php?id=237235437039&amp;amp;share_id=137688102919841&amp;amp;comments=1s137688102919841"&gt;kutuk mengutuk &lt;/a&gt;sebab gambar2 anak diorang kalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494520508072384338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TEB1SnbA11I/AAAAAAAAAfA/YV58h7Ggl5k/s320/ScreenShot068.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Kah kah kah. Anak kalah, mak bapak yang emo. Macam budak2. Hadiah tak seberapa, emo je lebih. Lawak gile. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nasihat saya, lainkali sebelum submit photo, edit photoshop dulu letak muka model baby. Barulah boleh menang. haha. Kasihannya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-2891480505816732282?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/2891480505816732282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=2891480505816732282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/2891480505816732282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/2891480505816732282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/07/anak-aku-lagi-comellah.html' title='Anak aku lagi comellah.'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TEB1SnbA11I/AAAAAAAAAfA/YV58h7Ggl5k/s72-c/ScreenShot068.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-8921411692958635088</id><published>2010-07-12T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:24:43.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>False Alarm!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ahad adalah weekend yang aneh. Bangun pagi jam 6.30 pagi mula terasa sakit perut. Sakit perut yang sedikit aneh bagi saya. Cuba untuk lupa, saya jalan sana sini di dalam rumah. Dah penat. Sambung tidur. Sedar-sedar sudah jam 9.30 pagi. Wohoo. Lama gile tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bangun tidur, ingatkan sudah hilang sakit perut. Tapi sangkaan meleset sama sekali. Masih sakit. Tapi mula ragu-ragu. Mungkin lapar sebab malam Sabtu makan tersangat banyak di Flamming Steamboat. Jadi bangun terus buat sarapan. Makan sedikit dan terus mengemas. Bukan kemas rumah tapi kemas hospital bag. Haha. Hati mula risau sebab baju baby belum lagi berbasuh. Tapi saya kemas dulu hospital bag saya. Belum siap 100% tapi 70% adalah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Perut masih sakit. Hati jadi makin risau. Tak tau itu sakit contractions atau bukan. Terus call mama tanya macamana sakit nak bersalin, tapi mama pun tak reti nak explain. Jadi, saya terus tidur semula sampai tengah hari. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bangun tidur masih tidak sihat. Tapi gagahkan diri kemas dapur dan membasuh baju budak kecik. Huhu. Letih juga ya walaupun cuma celup2 saja. Kah kah. Dasar ibu lembik. Jadi akhirnya, Yeay! Baju budak kecik sudah siap basuh dan lipat sekarang. Suka suka suka!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493426448495059666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TDySP95IotI/AAAAAAAAAe4/xf8tFkCwy78/s320/DSCN0572.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Two Bags @70% completion. 1 for Mommy and 1 for Baby. Daddy punya kemas sendiri.;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Budak kecik sudah 34 minggu and I am waddling right now. Terasa kaki sangat lemah untuk menampung keberatan budak kecik dan lemak-lemak yang menempel di badan dengan jayanya. The gynae has already explained to me the signals of actual labour which is basically almost the same with what I have read all this while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So here are the 3 major signals:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Keluar darah seperti haid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Air ketuban pecah. Air ketuban is almost the same as air kencing tapi bila air ketuban pecah kita tak boleh tahan untuk stop it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Contractions in a constant rate. Doc said sakit contractions macam kejang perut tapi kejap ada kejap tak ada. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bila 1 of the signals is shown, normally it takes 10 hours to deliver the baby. Doc kata kalau nak balik kampung untuk bersalin pun sempat. Haha. Having said that, if budak kecik is a bit excited untuk keluar before 39 weeks, I choose PMC KL at Bangsar untuk deliver the baby. And if he is a bit patient, JSH would be the one. So let's see how. Both the gynaes are men, Dr Idris and Dr Hafetz. But they are equally good for the time being. Recommended.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-8921411692958635088?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/8921411692958635088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=8921411692958635088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/8921411692958635088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/8921411692958635088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/07/false-alarm.html' title='False Alarm!!'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TDySP95IotI/AAAAAAAAAe4/xf8tFkCwy78/s72-c/DSCN0572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-1338439541522196434</id><published>2010-07-08T21:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T22:40:59.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>507</title><content type='html'>Selamat Petang Semua..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari kita berceloteh sambil makan cempedak goreng. Yummeh. I tell you. Hehe. Rasa macam tak cukup beli cempedak sebijik. Heh. Tapi cempedak masih mahal. RM5 sekg di Taiping. Kalau di KL, tak tahulah berapa agaknya. Nasib baik sedap dan manis. Jadi, berbaloi-baloi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough pasal cempedak. Mari kita cerita tentang barangan bayi. Boleh dikatakan hampir cukup semuanya. Stroller, car seat, baby cot, checked. Bought in Singapore for the great bargain. Baby bath tub sudah pun dirasmikan oleh si abah baby. Barut baby, ordered and paid. Tak sabar menuggu parcel lagi 3 hari. Receiving blanket, changing mat, bottle warmer, blanket, etc juga sudah tersedia. First Year baby swaddle, mobile mattress, set penjagaan kesihatan bayi First Year, diapers bag, bantal busuk, First Year baby bottles set, etc juga sudah ada, pemberian rakan-rakan yang baik hati sewaktu Baby Shower. Terima kasih sekali lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, tinggal beberapa barang kecil dan 1 barang besar yang mahal masih belum di beli. Baby's toiletries, wet wipes, minyak telon, lotion, semua belum dibeli. Masih terasa terlalu awal untuk membeli barang2 kecil. Padahal tinggal saja lagi 6 minggu. Kah kah. Dan 1 barangan besar yang mahal dan masih tertangguh ialah the breastpump. And Medela Swing is in the first list now. Sebenarnya tengah menunggu fulus akhir bulan ini. Or ada sesiapa yang mahu menghadiahkan Medela Swing untuk saya? Hehe. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491544980731743266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TDXjEISYTCI/AAAAAAAAAew/f8iALNYUKug/s320/lamaze+rattles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toys? Nanti dululah. Tapi kemungkinan besar akan terbeli Lamaze Gardenbug Foot Finder and Wrist Rattle set sebab si ibu mengandung memang teringin dari awal. Lebih kurang macam mengidamlah. Kah kah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinggal lagi 6 minggu dari sekarang. Perasaan? Sedikit gentar, terlalu banyak excited, mengah, berat, letih, dan terkedek-kedek. Tidur semakin tidak lena. Bila perut sudah berat dan penuh dengan bayi comel ini, semua position tidak selesa. Mujur tinggal sebulan setengah saja lagi. Tapi scan 2 minggu lepas bayi comel sudah mula turun ke bawah cuma belum engaged. Adakah ini normal? Aduhai, risaunya hati saya sampai sekarang. Sabar ya anak comel. Jangan terlalu excited. Santai-santai dulu di dalam perut Mama ya ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnin, 5 Julai, genap 3 tahun kami bersama. Mahu cerita kenangan lama yang indah isnin lepas tapi kami dikejutkan pula dengan kematian nenek Pijoi. Jadi, kami bergegas pulang ke Taiping petang itu. Al-fatihah untuk Tok. Semoga roh Tok ditempatkan di kalangan orang yang beriman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491537586951595490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TDXcVwT0peI/AAAAAAAAAeY/sHUw6C6S84c/s320/23-10-07_1327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dan kenangan indah itu, nanti sajalah saya cerita. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491541064792294818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TDXfgMRqRaI/AAAAAAAAAeo/cEO0UextxQw/s320/me%26pijoi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love you Bebeh. Thank you for the wonderful 3 years..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-1338439541522196434?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/1338439541522196434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=1338439541522196434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/1338439541522196434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/1338439541522196434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/07/507.html' title='507'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TDXjEISYTCI/AAAAAAAAAew/f8iALNYUKug/s72-c/lamaze+rattles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-8250560309847890142</id><published>2010-06-27T22:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T00:01:00.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meroyanlah Pulak</title><content type='html'>Semalam hari murung. Seharian mahu menangis je. Siap tak boleh tidur 1 malam. Semua hal negara nak difikir. Lagi tension bila tengah2 malam sibuk pulak nak membelek diri sepenuhnya. Siap angkut cermin lagi nak tengok rupa perut macamana. Lepas tu makin stress bila tetiba nampak stretch marks. Pandai eh ko sembunyi. Mentang2 aku tak leh nak nampak. Heh. Ingatkan dah terlepas dari stretch marks sebab Bio Oil. Rupanya tak. Huuuu. Sedih. Sedih. Tapi tak apalah baby, mama gembira je tengok baby dah makin besar dan makin berat. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebut pasal baby, sekarang ni dah ramai pulak yang concern perut saya nampak besar. Haih. Tak paham ok. Besar cakap pelik, kecik cakap tak normal. Stress aku. Logiklah, baby aku pun nak membesar gak. Lagipun saat2 akhir ni memang tumbesaran baby cepat sikit. Berat pun akan bertambah banyak. Jadi tak perlu heranlah. Everything is fine. InsyaAllah. Ada 8 minggu lagi. Hooo Yeahhh!! Tak sabarnya!;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama saya semakin excited. Siap dah plan apa nak buat bila dia kena ambil ayah di Changi Airport nanti, nak mandikan baby kat mana, nak kena makan jamu apa, dan macam2lah. Dia siap doa2, saya bersalin lepas ayah saya balik 16/8 nanti sebab dia takut macamana nak handle and drive me to the hospital. Eh. Eh. Siapa yang nak bersalin sekarang ni. Konpius. haha. Ayah pun dua kali lima. Siap dah tempah tukang masak untuk akikah sampai orang ingat saya dah selamat bersalin. Haha. Tapi sangat bahagialah bila tengok atuk dan nenek juga crazy about the baby. Bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh hari ini hari gembira juga walaupun sakit2 kaki jalan dekat the curve. Ibu mengandung setiap hari dah bersedihan tengok satu2 baju dah tak leh nak pakai. Nak beli baju mengandung macam rugi dan ermm..tak lawa pulak tu. hihi Sebenarnya hati dah terkenan kat kemeja goggles ni tapi kat OU and the curve tak ada pulak. Nak pegi The Gardens malas. Nasib akulah. Siapa suruh malaskan. Tapi nasib baik jalan2 terjumpa blouse comel dekat booth the Curve. Comel tu comellah sebab saya suka kan. Jadi hati tersangat gembira. So dah tak murung and setel semua masalah negara. How easy to please me kan kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487483227935806162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TCd07AAHEtI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/t2fxYskMRWc/s320/Image0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bapak baby meroyan teringin nak mandi dalam bathtub. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bathtub ni punya pasal terpaksa tawaf Ikea dua kali. Heh. Nasib baik saya ada private masseur. Hihi. I love you sayang!! ;D&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/4066105822452026998-8250560309847890142?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/8250560309847890142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=8250560309847890142' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/8250560309847890142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/8250560309847890142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/06/meroyanlah-pulak.html' title='Meroyanlah Pulak'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TCd07AAHEtI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/t2fxYskMRWc/s72-c/Image0104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-3729070891278695716</id><published>2010-06-15T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:43:47.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perutku boroi ada baby lah!</title><content type='html'>Harini pagi-pagi lagi sudah ada kejadian yang berlaku. Kejadian berlaku sekitar jam 8.30 pagi sewaktu saya mahu naik lift ke ofis. Seperti biasa, saya berjalan agak lambat selepas duduk di dalam kereta. Sebabnya, budak pipi layut ni suka sangat bertenggek di sebelah kanan. Jadi effect kekebasan kaki selepas duduk sangatlah terasa. Kemudian, saya selisih jalan dengan seorang makcik yang tak dikenali, yang dari tadi tersenyum2 melihat saya. Siap ikut tu sampai lift. Tiba-tiba sedang saya tunggu lift, makcik tak dikenali menyapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makcik : Kenapa jalan lambat sangat dik, mengandung ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya : (muka terkejut. Huh. Apekah? Tak nampak ke perut aku dah boroi ni?). Haah. Saya mengandung. (saya jawab dengan senyuman kurang ikhlas tapi lemah lembut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makcik : Ooo (muka masih tidak puas hati). Berapa bulan dah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya : (Eh eh makcik ni) 7 bulan cik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makcik : Ooo dah dekat dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya : Haah. Nak bersalin dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih. Nasib baik kau ialah makcik. Jadi aku anggap sajalah dia inersen. Tapi dalam hati panas je weh. Takkanlah perut aku boroi camni tak ada isi kot. Aduss. Susahlah orang-orang ni. Kang aku gemuk, kata "eh gemuknya kau time mengadung". Ni aku kurus (perasan kurus jap) ingat perut aku boroi sesaja pulak?! Isk isk. Siap ada tu orang yang risau-risau tanya baby aku normal ke tak sebab perut aku kecik katanya. Huh stress tahu tak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah jugak saya gurau-gurau dengan Pijoi, kononnya ada lelaki hensem mahu ngorat saya. Saja mahu counter back sebab dia perasan ramai peminat. Tapi tahu apa dia jawab, "Eleh, siapalah nak kat pompuan perut buncit cam awak! hahahhahahaha (disertakan dengan gelak jahat)" Nguuuu. Sampai hati!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-3729070891278695716?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/3729070891278695716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=3729070891278695716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/3729070891278695716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/3729070891278695716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/06/perutku-boroi-ada-baby-lah.html' title='Perutku boroi ada baby lah!'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-3909883408359086467</id><published>2010-06-11T18:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:31:24.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is not Khan..</title><content type='html'>Hello uncles. Hello aunties. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TBIOmmKqNnI/AAAAAAAAAd4/OSrD04Xyksc/s1600/baby+boy+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481459752706389618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TBIOmmKqNnI/AAAAAAAAAd4/OSrD04Xyksc/s320/baby+boy+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aint I cute? Mommy called me budak pipi layut. And she said I look just like daddy because of that pipi. Mommy thinks my nose is a bit penyek and big like daddy's too and daddy thinks my lips are sexy just like him. He added I will be a good kisser though mommy said dont be too perasan. So I'm confused then. Will check it out later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh btw, my name is Khan. Eh no no. Itu tajuk cerita hindustan kata mommy. Actually, I am not sure yet what my name is cause mommy said it's so hard to find a nice name for a very cute, chubby lil boy like me. But worry not, she will find one before I'm out there to see the world. Trust you mommy. But make sure it is awesome and cool eh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am 30 weeks old today. Meaning that, there will be another 10 weeks to go before I can be in mommy &amp;amp; daddy's arms. I am so excited cause I know many cute girls &amp;amp; beautiful ladies (especially the aunties) that will love me too. Wohoo!! Cant wait to get lots of hugs &amp;amp; kisses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok gotta go now. Wanna go out with mommy to eat mommy's fav ikan bakar and Lai Chi Kang ya'all. Yummmehhh!! Oh btw, this is another cool shot of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481468121277450562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TBIWNtheyUI/AAAAAAAAAeA/6WMoT_nqIVk/s320/baby+boy+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Tata.&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/4066105822452026998-3909883408359086467?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/3909883408359086467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=3909883408359086467' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/3909883408359086467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/3909883408359086467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/06/yuhuu-bebeh.html' title='My name is not Khan..'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TBIOmmKqNnI/AAAAAAAAAd4/OSrD04Xyksc/s72-c/baby+boy+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-7448989047689286240</id><published>2010-06-06T21:32:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T22:45:31.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Surprise Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"Friendship is precious, not only in the shade, but in the sunshine of life"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TAuxHWLJiyI/AAAAAAAAAdY/bLENGq3VIho/s1600/fb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479668111395883810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TAuxHWLJiyI/AAAAAAAAAdY/bLENGq3VIho/s320/fb3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me &amp;amp; Baby Boy @ 29weeks &amp;amp; 2 days &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How should I start this entry? Well, I should say I am the happiest, luckiest mommy-to-be! Guess what. My bestest friends back in Canter Uni, threw me an awesome, surprise baby shower. Oh my. Oh my. Nothing I could say. Hugs &amp;amp; kisses &amp;amp; zillion thanks to all my bestest friends :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479657237258387522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TAunOY2vQEI/AAAAAAAAAco/FDaelhl9w1E/s320/fb1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At first, I thought kami akan keluar makan bersama since Fiza &amp;amp; Ofa is here. Since Hubby juga bersepakat dengan mereka, jadi saya pun percayalah. Cuma adalah sedikit kepelikan bin ajaib sebab all of sudden kena pergi ambil Fiza &amp;amp; Ofa di rumah Alia. Selalunya, of koslah encik Bils akan mengangkut mereka. Tapi, entah kenapa, saya ikutkan saja. Mungkin ada sebab2 tertentu. Sampai2 di rumah Alia, jumpa auntie kejap. Then auntie ajak masuk. Lagipun Fiz &amp;amp; Ofa masih bersiap katanya. Few mins later, then Alia panggil cakap nak tunjuk something to me. Ok Fine. I followed. Then, bila saja saya buka langsir pintu, "SURPRISE!!!!" Terkejut aku sekejap dengan jeritan diorang. Haha. Nasib baik belum cukup 40 minggu. Kalau tak mungkin boleh terberanak. Huhu. Nevertheless, I was like sooooo happy and glad to see most of them. Lama kot tak jumpa though masing2 duduk kat KL. So so so happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, sesi pegang2 perut by the girls. But kasihan mereka, baby sedang tidur. Anakku sekarang, kalau dh tido, memang jarang dah nak gerak sangat ya. Lagilah before gerak ke rumah Alia, dia baru saja bangun dan menari2 dengan gembira. Jadi usaha membangunkan dia tidak berjaya. Huhu. Sorilah auntie2 ye. Maybe next time or bila baby dah keluar. Silalah gomol2 dia;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TAuxnU-HiiI/AAAAAAAAAdg/sb2J0oJpoYM/s1600/baby+shower+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479668660828604962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TAuxnU-HiiI/AAAAAAAAAdg/sb2J0oJpoYM/s320/baby+shower+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479662385779716210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TAur6El4MHI/AAAAAAAAAcw/VMaUQlaTRSk/s320/baby+shower+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Food was seriously sedap especially the lasagna. The homemade dadih by Alia &amp;amp; Ofa pun yummeh!! Oh I like all the foods please. Makan sampai perut makin boroi. Hehe. Then, sambil makan we were still talking and gossipping for non-stop till the end. Tapi in the middle, we had the pressie time. Me likey! Thanks guys for all the lovely pressies;) and Baby Boy, please say thank you to your aunties and uncles please. Belum keluar sudah banyak kasih sayang. See, you're so lucky my d&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TAuu6B1gNHI/AAAAAAAAAdA/5Ca6A3HWJe0/s1600/fb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479665683574830194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TAuu6B1gNHI/AAAAAAAAAdA/5Ca6A3HWJe0/s320/fb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ear lil boy:)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479664180359632514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TAutih7EloI/AAAAAAAAAc4/BaJdCg2B4bc/s320/baby+shower+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then, the helium gas session was the best lah! Seriously, it reminds me of the good-old-days back in Chch. Full of laughter and funny voices. Haha. Terbaek&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TAuwn4-gQ9I/AAAAAAAAAdI/pd-_FmoxmyU/s1600/baby+shower+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479667570982274002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TAuwn4-gQ9I/AAAAAAAAAdI/pd-_FmoxmyU/s320/baby+shower+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lah! Gelak sampai sakit2 perut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gelak punya gelak, we didnt realise dah pukul 12 malam. So everyone was heading back home including me. And that was the end of my baby shower party. I was extremely happy and until now I am still smiling. Thank you so much korang. Doakan kami berdua ya;) Nanti boleh kita makan2 and catching up lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479669993726126946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TAuy06Zpq2I/AAAAAAAAAdw/b_5Ar0tjBR4/s320/fb6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&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/4066105822452026998-7448989047689286240?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/7448989047689286240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=7448989047689286240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7448989047689286240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7448989047689286240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/06/surprise-baby-shower.html' title='The Surprise Baby Shower'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TAuxHWLJiyI/AAAAAAAAAdY/bLENGq3VIho/s72-c/fb3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-279754225125131414</id><published>2010-05-31T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T22:23:09.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ps: I Love You..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TAPF-P7hYVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/do96tqmz2MU/s1600/gamba+kawen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477439245031399762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TAPF-P7hYVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/do96tqmz2MU/s320/gamba+kawen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful girls all over the world&lt;br /&gt;I could be chasing but my time would be wasted&lt;br /&gt;They got nothin' on you baby&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' on you baby&lt;br /&gt;They might say hi and I might say hey&lt;br /&gt;But you shouldn't worry about what they say&lt;br /&gt;Cause they got nothin' on you baby&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' on you baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hubby's new fav song. He keeps on singing several times to me with hugs and kisses. I am so flattered that way. ;) That also means he doesnt want me to worry so much and cemburu buta. Yes, I am always cemburu buta with him lately and sometimes it did make me cry. But dont blame me, the history makes me a good paranoia. Thanks to the 1st love but am sure know that now is the time for me to be wiser in handling the emotions. And the most important, I know hubby loves me so much as well as the lil boy. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-279754225125131414?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/279754225125131414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=279754225125131414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/279754225125131414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/279754225125131414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/05/ps-i-love-you.html' title='Ps: I Love You..'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/TAPF-P7hYVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/do96tqmz2MU/s72-c/gamba+kawen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-1047660686974866588</id><published>2010-05-25T21:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:14:52.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Oh what a day! I had a not-very-good-day today. When morning comes not with smiling, the whole day would turn out worst. Anyway, I left my purse yesterday in my workstation drawer. For the 1st time ever, I left it. Then, this morning, I told my husband that I want to drive my car. And off he went to client's in Shah Alam with his white, gorgeous Myvi. But remember, this preggy mommy always forget on litte things lately? How can she drive her car without the security card which she keeps safely in her purse anyway? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I didnt panic like usual, so I called few colleagues whom can offer me a ride today. Well a not-so-good-day doesnt mean that I have to be unlucky the whole day. My colleague who stays at the same apartment with me, who is also usually reached office by 8am, still hasnt go to the office yet today. Miracle but Pheww! Settle one big problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the late afternoon, hubby called me for the spare key as he would like to fetch me from office. The Myvi is safely parked outside with a good spot. So cant kacau already. But then, my car went wrong when the alarm was singing loudly once hubby used the spare key. Nice one beteh. So instead of going back at 6.30pm and planning to have dinner at Popeye, I ended up went back at 8.30pm with my colleague and eat Megi Kari. Plus hubby is keep blaming me of not leaving the primary key at home. Why lah! So crying is the best medicine for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so frustrated with myself lately. I am not only weak and big, but so clumsy, forgetful on most of the things, and emotional too. Oh my! What a pathetic preggy woman I am right now. Normalkah or it is just me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-1047660686974866588?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/1047660686974866588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=1047660686974866588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/1047660686974866588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/1047660686974866588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/05/bad-day.html' title='A Bad Day'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-7571615677303609727</id><published>2010-05-22T22:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T23:20:37.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Emo yang Sengal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hari ini hari emo. Sikit-sikit nak nangis. Pagi tadi, kemas rumah. Cuma sapu sampah dan mop dapur je. Tapi rasa penat sangat sampai sesak nafas. Lepas tu terus2 je nak nangis. Lagi sedih bila Pijoi tak bagi basuh bilik air, tapi dia tak basuh2 lagi. Frust sungguh tengok bilik air kotor. Tapi lagi frust bila rasa diri hopeless tak mampu dah nak buat kerja. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tengahari pergi Ikea untuk lunch. Suami tak bagi masak. Kesian kat ibu mengandung dah kepenatan. Hehe. Lagipun teringin nak makan spaghetti meatball and chicken wings. Yummeh! Lepas kekenyangan, jalan2 bazir duit. Hajat nak beli daun hidup yang hijau. Rumah sekangkang kera, daun hijau sajalah yang boleh ditanam. Penat juga rupanya jalan kat Ikea sekarang ni. Tu pon tak pergi window shopping kat showroom. Direct terus cari pokok2 hijau. Orang agak ramai tapi tak lah seramai mana. Sebab dah kepenatan, saya tak mahu teman Pijoi beratur bayar pokok hijau. Konon nak cari tempat duduk. Tapi tetiba, saya ternampak biskut enak yang saya selalu pow boss saya. Jadi tanpa berlengah lagi, terkedek-kedek saya pergi membeli biskut enak. Rupanya, Pijoi kejap saja sudah siap bayar. Siap dah turun ke tempat parking. Dengan kegelabahan sebab tak perasan Pijoi, maka saya pon terus turun nak ke tempat parking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pijoi dah keep on calling, tanya saya kat mana. Dengan penuh yakin, saya cakap saya nak pergi parking kereta. Saya pusing-pusing tempat parking kereta tu dekat 10 kali kot. Dalam hati yakin, tadi parking dekat dengan entrance, tapi kecewa tak nampak batang hidung kereta. Pijoi asyik call cakap dia kat entrance. Saya makin stress jalan ulang-alik dari parking lot and entrance. Sampai rasa nak nangis sebab dah penat sangat. Jadi saya duduk kejap dekat dengan entrance. Tiba-tiba saya terperasan, eh eh, sejak bila ada tangga pergi bawah ni? Dem dem dem. Saya dah dapat agak dah kenapa saya tak jumpa2 kereta or Pijoi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dengan kaki yang longlai, saya turun tangga. Tak sampai seminit, saya dah nampak Pijoi. Jadi apalagi, terus melalaklah saya. Haha. Serius rasa macam budak kecik yang hilang kat pasar malam dan kemudian jumpa balik dengan parents. Haha. Sengalnya. Sengalnya. Tak tahu kenapa boleh jadi sesengal ini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jadi pengajarannya, lepas ni jangan sibuk mencari makanan sorang2. Sekian. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474111586420980546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/S_fzfBl4-0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/wGCyfeL7EM8/s320/pokok+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Introducing, pokok hijau kami yang pertama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-7571615677303609727?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/7571615677303609727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=7571615677303609727' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7571615677303609727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7571615677303609727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/05/hari-emo-yang-sengal.html' title='Hari Emo yang Sengal'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/S_fzfBl4-0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/wGCyfeL7EM8/s72-c/pokok+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-4652070700926970104</id><published>2010-05-17T21:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:04:01.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Budak Kecik @ 26 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hi semua. Rajin pulak saya beberapa hari ni nak update blog. Nanti bila dah datang aura malas, memang berkurunlah tak update langsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini sudah 26 minggu 4 hari usia budak kecik dalam perut. Makin hari semakin berat. Makin aktif. Suka tengok budak kecik tendang-tendang, tumbuk-tumbuk, gerakan freestyle dan semua aksilah. Mesti perut saya gerak-gerak dan benjol-benjol. Paling budak kecik ni suka ialah menyondol perut ibu di bahagian kanan. Sangat comel dan kelakarlah budak kecik ini. Eh.Eh. Macam tau-tau pula ibu mengandung sedang cerita tentang budak kecik. Dari tadi menari-nari sakan. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi semenjak saya boleh rasa pergerakan budak kecik 10 minggu yang lalu, kadang-kadang saya paranoid bila budak kecik lambat bangun atau tidak berapa nak gerak. Contohnya, sekarang ni, budak kecik selalu bangun lebih kurang pukul 8 pagi, tapi bila pukul 8 pagi, budak kecik tak gerak-gerak, mulalah saya nak runsing semacam. Rasa macam nak terus pergi klinik untuk menjenguk budak kecik. Dan kalau boleh, mahu terus tukar profession jadi doktor supaya saya boleh menjenguk budak kecik setiap jam. Huh. Memang saiko ibu mengandung ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi memang sekarang sudah tidak sabar-sabar mahu mengendong budak kecik. Hilang semua rasa takut nak bersalin. Yang ada cuma rasa teruja dan imaginasi budak kecik yang sedang menggeliat nak bangun tidur. Isk. Comelnya. Suka sangatlah tengok bayi yang menggeliat. Cair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinggal lagi 1 minggu dan 3 hari untuk tamat 2nd trimester. Dan tinggal 14 minggu lagi untuk saya menggomol budak kecik. Tak sabar. Tak sabarnya, ya Allah! Kawan-kawan yang baik hati, doakan kami ya. And lil hero, let's do it together sayang.;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472238614224934690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/S_FMBscNlyI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/eoUxYAgQrEU/s320/family+n+me+n+pijoi+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Kasut budak kecik yang saya paling suka. Kepala Hippo boleh bunyi-bunyi. Comelkan? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-4652070700926970104?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/4652070700926970104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=4652070700926970104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/4652070700926970104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/4652070700926970104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/05/budak-kecik-26-weeks.html' title='Budak Kecik @ 26 weeks'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/S_FMBscNlyI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/eoUxYAgQrEU/s72-c/family+n+me+n+pijoi+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-6773186916924960047</id><published>2010-05-16T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:08:13.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>Subhanallah. Panasnya. Dah pasang 2 kipas dengan kelajuan maksima pun masih panas. Haih. Bilalah nak dapat aircond satu. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Petang tadi adalah petang mengimbas nostalgia. Suami sibuk membongkar folder2 lama, mengenang zaman muda-mudi yang menyeronokkan. Yes, I agree with that too. Zaman muda-mudi universiti adalah zaman yang paling menyeronokkan dalam hidup. Lebih2 lagi bila jauh diperantauan. Lebih mencabar dan memorable. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471860567819145442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/S-_0Mf1T0OI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Fbgvtcq1-vk/s320/PICT2483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gambar ialah binatang-binatang origami yang 'kawan' buatkan untuk saya 3 tahun lepas. Saya hanya berstatus "Seribu burung kertas" di YM 2-3 hari sebelum itu. Kemudian, 'kawan' itu terus hadiahkan saya binatang-binatang kertas ini. Ada 3 ekor burung semuanya berserta seekor tupai. Tapi sudah cukup untuk membuai perasaan saya ketika itu. Indahnya. Indahnya. Dan siapa sangka, 'kawan' ini adalah teman hidup saya buat selamanya. Ps: Love you more!;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sebelum menamatkan sesi mengenang nostalgia lama, saya sempat juga membaca semula bait2 indah yang suami ilhamkan semasa kami masih baru berkawan. Ini entry pertama suami selepas 2 tahun. Dan ini entry pertama yang saya baca pada malam hari jadi suami yang ke 23 tahun. Itu pun suami yang sibuk beritahu saya. Haha. Tapi ini puisi yang paling saya suka sampai bila-bila. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;maafkan aku kerna tak memuji&lt;br /&gt;bukannya aku tak memerhati&lt;br /&gt;hanya ku simpan saja di dalam hati&lt;br /&gt;ku panjatkan syukur dan puji pada Ilahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maafkan aku jika tak memberi&lt;br /&gt;bukannya aku tak mahu berkongsi&lt;br /&gt;hanya ku pendam kedap di sini&lt;br /&gt;menanti masa dan hari yang pasti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maafkan aku andai tak mengerti&lt;br /&gt;bukannya buta dan bukan juga tuli&lt;br /&gt;hanya ku harap dapat terus berdiri&lt;br /&gt;moga dapat ku papar seri di hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sepuluh jari ku susun teratur&lt;br /&gt;memohon ampun andai terlanjur&lt;br /&gt;pinta ku mudah tidak bersiur&lt;br /&gt;impikan yang cerah tidak yang kabur. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-6773186916924960047?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/6773186916924960047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=6773186916924960047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/6773186916924960047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/6773186916924960047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/05/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/S-_0Mf1T0OI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Fbgvtcq1-vk/s72-c/PICT2483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-5901085138109939812</id><published>2010-05-14T22:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T20:54:25.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love..Love..Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes, being pregnant is kind of funny for me. I can crave for something even though I just read someone's fb status yang kadang2 tiada kaitan at all with food. Contohnya seperti di bawah.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471131529875849202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/S-1dI52wf_I/AAAAAAAAAbg/etaer5f40jw/s320/fb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tapi for sure, mengidam ni saya rasa more to nafsu dan hasutan syaitan. Sebabnya, selalu teringin itu ini, tapi bila tak dapat, esoknya kadang2 dah tak heran sangat. Tapi kadang2 teringin lagi, sampai dapat baru puas. Tak dapat yg betul, yang tiruan pon jadilah. Huhu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And yesterday, I made a homemade candle light dinner for the dearest husband. Just a simple one but for sure one of the memorable moments. I can still remember hubby's wide smile when he reached home. So precious ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471135519123146786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/S-1gxG9biCI/AAAAAAAAAbo/IXJ6QqN0w1I/s320/family+n+me+n+pijoi+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lamb shoulder steak, fries and coleslaw with a heartshape tomato. I can feel the love beybeh!! ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471138044183474050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/S-1jEFiub4I/AAAAAAAAAcA/IKZA26ayHaI/s320/family+n+me+n+pijoi+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Birthday Boy and me and a homemade birthday card with lots of love;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-5901085138109939812?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/5901085138109939812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=5901085138109939812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/5901085138109939812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/5901085138109939812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/05/lovelovelove.html' title='Love..Love..Love...'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/S-1dI52wf_I/AAAAAAAAAbg/etaer5f40jw/s72-c/fb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-5637409427001639142</id><published>2010-05-13T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T10:17:36.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/S-tgRkzkVEI/AAAAAAAAAbY/N_PtIp-S1AM/s1600/satu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470572027425608770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/S-tgRkzkVEI/AAAAAAAAAbY/N_PtIp-S1AM/s320/satu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're wonderfully sexy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're also mine all mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're my gorgeous husband,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My eternal love through thick and thin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY 26th BIRTHDAY My Love;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-5637409427001639142?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/5637409427001639142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=5637409427001639142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/5637409427001639142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/5637409427001639142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/05/me-amour.html' title='Me Amour'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/S-tgRkzkVEI/AAAAAAAAAbY/N_PtIp-S1AM/s72-c/satu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-8345752062786107016</id><published>2010-05-06T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T23:20:34.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakdown</title><content type='html'>I was crying non-stop like a baby in my dear hubby's arms for a few minutes. I was tired, frustrated, stressed and anything-negative-emotions all were mixed up at the same time. For god sake, this pregnant lady can no longer cope with any working stress and long working hours. It was 9.30pm when I walked out from the office. Urghhh! Thank god, dear husband understands me and hold me tightly which made me so safe and comfortable. Plus, he cooked for me the nuggets and fries as requested. I feel so content when I'm full. Thus, happy;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, the big boss told me that I'm always look so happy lately. Well, it is so obvious anyway. I feel more healthier compared to my 1st trimester, I can eat more and a lot till I am known as mommy monster nowadays *haha*, no more dizziness though sometimes I still have morning sickness and backpain and whatever related pain on my lower part. But afterall, I am still blissfully happy when I can feel the baby is actively kicking and poking me all day long. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Allah, for all this happiness that I've got;) Cant wait to see my dear lil boy tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-8345752062786107016?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/8345752062786107016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=8345752062786107016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/8345752062786107016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/8345752062786107016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/05/breakdown.html' title='Breakdown'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-687556186415354101</id><published>2010-04-27T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:39:36.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kehidupan Seharian Wa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sekarang wa rasa macam nak makan orang. Tak..tak..wa tak ngidam nak makan orang, tapi wa lapar gilos. Padahal seharian wa lantak nasi goreng kampung dari breakfast, lunch, dan tea time. Memang tak cukup. Kebetulan laki wa pulak lambat. Lagilah wa geram macam nak makan orang. Tapi wa tak mau makan laki wa sebab laki wa comel sangat. Especially bab pipi. Wa suka nak gigit je. Wawawaawaa.. Sabar2. Ibu mengandung kena banyak sabar sebab wa dah tahu habuan wa malam ni ialah Thai Seafood from Pizza Hut dan garlic bread homemade by laki wa. Tu pasal wa tak leh makan laki wa. Lu mana pandai buat garlic bread. Ngeh2. Wa gurau2 der. Tak leh gurau duk surau.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pagi tadi wa cuak gilos. Tetiba kawan wa sound dah buat E-filing belum. Dah lah wa lupa password wa. Mana ingat password setahun dulu. Wa call IRB tak angkat. Email tak jawab. Tapi nasib wa baik. Nasib baik wa ingat private answer wa. So setel. Pastu cam biase, wa ingat nak tipu kaw2 punye tahun ni kasi zero payment. Wa malas bayar tax. Sekali isi punya isi, wa tgk tax wa is overpaid. Gilalah. Wa terkejut badak kejap. Wa oter balik suma benda. Dua tiga kali jugak lah wa buat nak adjust2 penipuan. Tapi still ada tax overpaid. Eh wa ni cam tak suka plak leh dapat tax return. Bengong. So last2 wa tak tipu langsung. Wa kasi jujur sejujurnya. Lagipun tulah diri wa sebenarnya. Suci dan bersih. Tapi tengok2 memang tax overpaid rupanya. Wahahhaa. Wa memang gembira tahap cipan aa. Walaupun seciput je, at least wa leh bangga call IRB mintak duit wa. Boleh eksen. Wahahha. Memang gile ibu mengandung ni.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok lah der2 sume. Wa nak chow. Baby wa dah meradang kelaparan. Kasi eksesais jalan2 cari makan. Esok2 wa cite pasal arnab mama wa yang comel. Comel gile der. Geram sampai nak makan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Astalavista Bebeh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-687556186415354101?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/687556186415354101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=687556186415354101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/687556186415354101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/687556186415354101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/04/kehidupan-seharian-wa.html' title='Kehidupan Seharian Wa'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-4795700296293862971</id><published>2010-04-05T22:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T23:00:37.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Half of the Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/S7n1xahol6I/AAAAAAAAAbA/WYGdn8-1q-4/s1600/DSCN0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456662652818855842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/S7n1xahol6I/AAAAAAAAAbA/WYGdn8-1q-4/s320/DSCN0320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sudah separuh jalan. Masih ada 20 minggu lagi harus diharung sebelum gembira mengendong bayi comel. Tak sabar. Tak sabar. Tapi bila memikirkan saat2 kelahiran, ada sedikit gerun di situ. Nantilah fikir. Bak kata Esah, 'Cross the bridge when u come to it'. Sekarang belum mahu melintas, mahu makan2 saja. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itu bukan gambar terkini. Gambar sewaktu 17 minggu. Tapi bayi comel sudah nampak besar dengan jelaskan? Dari bentuk kacang masa 10 minggu sudah besar hampir sempurna pada 17 minggu. Subhanallah. Tak sabar nak melihat bayi comel 21 minggu Isnin depan. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ibu mengandung pun sudah semakin besar. Makan pun semakin banyak. Kadang2 dinner pun boleh 2 kali round. Haha. Sangat seronok ya makan dan makan. Gemuk? Malas nak fikir. Nanti2 sajalah. Cross the bridge when u come to it kan. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Persiapan bayi, masih blur. Tak tahu nak start dari mana. Tapi ada jugalah saya membeli beberapa helai rompers comel untuk bayi comel. Mama bising saya sudah membeli. Masih terlalu awal katanya. Hehe. Maaflah. Tak dapat menahan diri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456665758363530434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/S7n4mLlLtMI/AAAAAAAAAbI/IXMPbGI2HVY/s320/DSCN0367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comelkan? Kamu boleh tahan ke melihat benda2 comel begini? Rompers Hungry dibeli sewaktu saya sedang Hungry. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456666235523084786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/S7n5B9I4sfI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/oKFd2tXSMv0/s320/DSCN0370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Semalam, seharian emosional. Hampir setiap masa mahu menangis. Saya rindu Mama sangat2. Heh. Tak malu. Sudah mahu menjadi ibu tapi masih menangis rindukan ibu. Tak kira. Rindu juga. Kata ibu pijoi, "Rindulah, selagi masih ada." Tskk..Tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok mahu sambung menangis. Selamat Malam.&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/4066105822452026998-4795700296293862971?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/4795700296293862971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=4795700296293862971' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/4795700296293862971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/4795700296293862971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-half-of-journey.html' title='Happy Half of the Journey'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/S7n1xahol6I/AAAAAAAAAbA/WYGdn8-1q-4/s72-c/DSCN0320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-4749064964412712478</id><published>2010-03-22T14:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:32:28.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hujan yang turun, Bagaikan mutiara..</title><content type='html'>Semalam hari tak produktif. Seharian tidur. Bangun di siang hari hanya untuk makan. Heh. Memang dasar pemalas! Pijoi memang menyampah sungguh dengan kemalasan saya ye. Tapi sayang punya pasal, dia kata no hal. I still lap u bebeh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangun tidur nasi goreng dah terhidang. Ibu mertua ku yang penyayang yang masak. Dahlah kat rumah aku, breakfast pun dia buat. Huhu. Memanglah dasar!! Tengahari, lauk dah siap. Malam kelmarin tapau lauk kenduri rumah cousin Pijoi. Nasib baik okeh. Sebab tu seharian saya bermalas-malasan aka tido. Nikmat sampai pening2 kepala. Gila dasat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambah pulak hujan di kala petang sampai malam. Nyaman sungguh. Malam, Pijoi mengidam burger. Lagi mudah kerja saya. Jadi teruslah membeli burger abang mamak. Masa membeli masih hujan agak tidak renyai. Sebab parking penuh, maka saya suruh Pijoi pulang. Pijoi risau2 tak ada payung dalam kereta. Alah. Rumah sekangkang kera. Jadi saya nekad mahu pulang dalam hujan yang tidak renyai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba2, jeng jeng jeng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya nampak kelibat Pijoi datang bersama payung. Hehe. Selepas selesai membeli dan bergosip pasal Mazidul tv3 tu rupanya duduk apartment depan apartment kami serta mesti dia belum kahwin dan etc, kami pulang berkongsi payung. Terasa macam tengah berlakon cerita Korea, tak pun Hindustan, sharing2 payung. Romantik yuh! Ngeh ngeh. Cuma keadaan tak berapa nak sejuk, jadi tak ada pulak adegan Pijoi pakaikan saya jaket. Ok, itu lebey2. Tapi I seronok plis, beromantika sebegitu. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh itu je nak cerita sebenarnya. Har har. Selamat bekerja!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-4749064964412712478?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/4749064964412712478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=4749064964412712478' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/4749064964412712478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/4749064964412712478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/03/hujan-yang-turun-bagaikan-mutiara.html' title='Hujan yang turun, Bagaikan mutiara..'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-3877866977676927469</id><published>2010-03-13T08:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T10:13:12.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soto and Baby</title><content type='html'>Yesterday is one of the best days in my life. I didnt go to work accompanying hubby and my best friend here at my home. We didnt do anything, lots of gossips and of course, cookings. I havent done any big cookings for such a long time since pregnant so I consider cook for 5 people is a big cooking. How lazy I am now. Seriously. The symptoms should be blamed for that. Macam biasalah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started cook Soto around 4 pm after bought the ingredients and what not. Then, at 5, I left Ezat and Fiza at home while me and hubby went for the 2nd checkup. I've made appointment at 5 pm but the gynae came late an hour later. But luckily 15mins after that was my turn already. I was a bit anxious and nervous right before the checkup. Why? First, I was going to see my baby who is getting bigger and active day by day. Always, kicks and punches me. Sometimes those tiny kicks and punches make me laugh like it's so funny. I'm so happy I guess. Hehe. Second, I would like to know whether the baby is a he or a she. I always dream and think that the baby is a she. So to confirm that, I was a bit anxious then. But, a few hours before, the hubby told me, "I think if the baby is a boy, it will turn out to be cute too. I will bring him to the mosque and will wear him a jubah with kopiah." Wow. I like the idea too. Soo cute. Ok2. Then I dont really mind whether it's a boy or girl as long as the baby is healthy. But still, I adore baby girls shoes and dresses. Too cute lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my turn was begun. The gynae asked me few questions to start with and some basic check ups to make sure I'm healthy. I gained 2 kgs btw. Hoho. But that's an ideal weight to gain 2 kgs every months from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the to-meet-the-baby time. Jeng Jeng Jeng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, the baby is way much much bigger than the first scan which is 7 weeks ago. Almost fill up my belly. Huhu. I could see clearly the head, the face, those tiny hands and feet, owh and the bones too. Ok, this too emotional expression when the scan is just a 2D scan. Hehe. And guess what, the baby is so active like the hands and feets are always here and there. But luckily, the baby doesnt suck the thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few measurements and checkings, then the he or she time is coming. Jeng Jeng Jeng..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gynae warned me, usually, the best view is at 5 months but if I'm lucky enough, I could see now. Ok, I know but just let this anxious mommy knows whether can see or not. So, with just a few seconds, then the doctor said, "Ok, ni peha dia, ni pun peha dia, kita tengok tengah, nampak apa?? Jeng Jeng.. Be-bird dia." Ok doctor tak delah secool itu nak cakap jeng jeng. Haha. Ya Allah, super comel that Be-Bird I tell you. Tercacak kecik je. And guess what, he was like terkangkang while the kaki is always here and there. Keh keh keh. I was like to laugh and cry at the same time. Sangat terharu, joyful and wow. Gosh, I'm having a baby boy. I know it's not really confirmed yet till next month but at least it's a big possible that he is a boy. Hehe. Afterall, I love you so much and the daddy too;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish. Enough said for the baby story. The way back home was terrible with hujan lebat and traffic jam of course and took me 1 and a half hour to reach home. By the time, we arrived, the Soto was cooked already and it is super yummy. Sangat lapar plis. But kesian Ezat and Fiza masak berdua. Huhu. I love you two!! Thanks guys. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day was end with a happy eating and chit chat moment. What a wonderful day!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-3877866977676927469?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/3877866977676927469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=3877866977676927469' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/3877866977676927469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/3877866977676927469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/03/soto-and-baby.html' title='Soto and Baby'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-1224774101694265401</id><published>2010-03-09T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:15:18.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rojak Buah</title><content type='html'>I want to eat Rojak Buah like right now. Not tomorrow or the after tomorrow or after-after that. Urghh I hate the feeling of craving. Coz I may end up dissapointed or frustrated if I dont have it. Hubby is tired and I'm tired too. Betis ku sengal2 seharian. Only if Gulamee has delivery service. Sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-1224774101694265401?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/1224774101694265401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=1224774101694265401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/1224774101694265401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/1224774101694265401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/03/rojak-buah.html' title='Rojak Buah'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-4004610848999672180</id><published>2010-03-08T22:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:07:36.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Azam: Mahu Rajin!</title><content type='html'>Malasnya..malasnya nak tulis blog. Tapi kadar kemalasan yang lain seperti memasak, mengemas rumah, dan berjalan sudah semakin pulih. Bagus2. Improvement! Kemalasan kemas rumah terpulih lepas tengok Dalil Cinta Sabtu lepas. Insaf kejap. Dah laa minah MYEG nak ngorat suami saya melalui telefon. Time keje pun menyempat nak ngorat. Cissss. Kurang asam betul. Saya doakan minah MYEG tu tak cun langsung supaya senang hati ibu mengandung ni. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahad adalah hari yang sangat produktif. Bangun2 tidur, terus semangat2 nak kemas rumah. Especially bilik terbiar yang dah macam stor. Dengan bantuan suami yang penyayang ni (eceh) bilik tersebut menjadi bilik yang aman bersih dan mendamaikan. Mungkin lepas ni boleh tambah 1 almari buku yang tinggi, so sempurnalah untuk jadi bilik bacaan mungkin atau bilik belajar untuk baby. Ada ura2 nampak nak jadikan anak sendiri seorang nerd. Isk..no no. Itu tak cool namanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian, terus ke majlis kahwin Haz dan Izu. Janji dengan kawan2 pukul 12 tghari mahu gerak, tapi seperti biasa, pukul 12 = 1.30 petang. Haha. Nasib sempat sampai time semua kawan2 masih di situ. Kalau tidak, hampa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas berseronok di majlis kahwin Haz dan Izu, terus bergegas ke Nilai 3. Kononnya bertekad bulan ini mahu berjimat. Tapi rupa2nya, Nilai 3 itu best. Sempat merembat 1 karpet, 2 paintings, dan buluh2 hiasan. Memang tidak sedar diri sungguh yang diri sudah sangat rabak. Untuk rumah cun punya pasal, sangguplah! Sekarang barulah rasa seperti rumahku, syurgaku. Hehe. Dah kaya sikit nanti, pasti akan singgah lagi. Masih banyak yang harus dirembat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was very exciting day. Why? Because I can feel the baby's kicks already. Mula2 rasa cam terdiam kejap. Ala2 terpempan lah. Pastu fikir. Betul ke baby tendang? Then bila rasa lagi banyak2 kali baru confirm. Yes! Memang betullah. Ngeh ngeh. Rasa macam ada buble2 kecil kat bawah perut. Hehe. Seronok betul plis! Then baca &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/6_your-pregnancy-16-weeks_1105.bc"&gt;babycenter.com&lt;/a&gt;, memang confirm abislah. Alhamdulillah, at 16w and 2 days, I can feel already. So confirmlah jugak perut I tak banyak lemak u ols. Haha. Ok2 mummy loves you baby. Selalu2lah menari ya so that mummy knows you're happy in there;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azam weekend ni: Mahu pergi check up!! Suami, jom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-4004610848999672180?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/4004610848999672180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=4004610848999672180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/4004610848999672180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/4004610848999672180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/03/azam-mahu-rajin.html' title='Azam: Mahu Rajin!'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-8242118572959274061</id><published>2010-02-19T23:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:12:49.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle Little Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is all about making choices -GLEE-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidup memang banyak pilihan, tapi nak buat pilihan, tu yang paling susah.Walaupun hidup sekarang ni tersangat bahagia (eceh) tapi bila fikir bab nak bersalin sure stress. Lebih stress daripada fikir patut ke saya sambung belajar ke nz lepas SPM dulu or betul ke saya nak putus dengan first love berusia 7 tahun atau boleh ke saya terima cinta suami 2 tahun lepas? (semua persoalan di atas sudah terjawab bagi yang tertanya-tanya). Ingat senang ke nak pilih gynae mana yang best, hospital mana yang comfortable, kat JB ke KL? Memang susah ok. Lebih susah daripada nak jawab soalan accounting theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sekarang, dah tak stress dah. Suami dah izinkan saya deliver the baby in JB. Hehe. Comelkan suami saya?? I love you so much lah. So masalah hospital terus setel coz I definitely sure which specialist that is comfortable for me. Gynae juga setel coz there is only a lady gynae in that hospital. Itu syarat suami. Mesti perempuan. Walaupun hati mahukan my mom's gynae. Tak apalah. Suami isteri mestilah bertimbang rasa. Tak gitu? Lagipun sayakan isteri yang baik dan menurut perintah. Keh keh keh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam hari bahagia. Lepas saja suami selesai membasuh carpet busuk gila (masih ingat entry &lt;a href="http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/02/lagi-4-hari.html"&gt;muntah&lt;/a&gt;?), suami terus join saya baca Al-Quran. For the first time, he recited the surah for the baby. My heart cant stop smiling all the time. I love you so so much lagi lah for being so kind membasuh carpet busuk gila and spending time with me and the little one. Esok2 bacakan lagi eh. Saya cairlah dengar suara merdu awak. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little heart is getting bigger. And I can obviously see my belly is semakin buncit. Hehe. Tapi indah sungguhlah perasaan dapat merasa dan tengok perut buncit saya setiap hari. Lagi 2-3 minggu, mungkin dah boleh rasa my little heart menari-nari. Comelnya. Sabar ya wahai ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439983799184996402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/S360cW5NODI/AAAAAAAAAa4/WHm_Njt-Tn8/s320/13+weeks+going+on+14+weeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Twinkle twinkle little heart. How I wonder how you are.." :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari sudah larut malam. Sweet dreams people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-8242118572959274061?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/8242118572959274061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=8242118572959274061' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/8242118572959274061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/8242118572959274061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/02/twinkle-little-heart.html' title='Twinkle Little Heart'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/S360cW5NODI/AAAAAAAAAa4/WHm_Njt-Tn8/s72-c/13+weeks+going+on+14+weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-4343414805924421886</id><published>2010-02-10T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T20:53:26.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulan ini Bulan cinta</title><content type='html'>Hari ini hari gembira. Sampai suami pun tanya, apa yang happy sangat ni? Hehe. Saya pun tak tahu kenapa. Tapi saya gembiralah. Saya sihat. Boleh makan, tak pening2, tak berapa nak loya. Sekarang ini, tekak dah ubah selera. Nasi2 dah kureng. Kalau boleh setiap hari nak makan western. Paling layan spaghetti meatballs, lasagne, mushroom soup n garlic bread. Nyum2. Tapi roasted chicken, i tak layan. Agak2 muka baby boleh jadi mix tak? Okeh, perasan plis. Mix Jawa Melayu adalah! Keh Keh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa tonton GLEE? Saya suka sangatlah musical series tu. Sangat best plis. Terasa macam mahu menari lagi seperti zaman dolu2. I think GLEE is the best musical drama I have ever watched. Siapa2 berminat, buka siaran StarWorld (711) jam 9 malam hari Rabu. Pasti tak menyesal. Betul2 punya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, apa lagi. Jomlah tengok GLEE sekarang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-4343414805924421886?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/4343414805924421886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=4343414805924421886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/4343414805924421886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/4343414805924421886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/02/bulan-ini-bulan-cinta.html' title='Bulan ini Bulan cinta'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-8880553132802432303</id><published>2010-02-08T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:13:32.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagi 4 hari</title><content type='html'>Owh..oh..oh..Tidak berapa sihat dari malam tadi. Badan sangat lemah, pingang sakit, badan lenguh2 seperti tulang mahu reput, semua akibat muntah2 malam tadi. Dah lah muntah, tak sempat pula nak berlari ke toilet, jadi kamu semua paham2 sajalah. Sambil membersih, sambil nangis, terus sakit pinggang. Jadi tidur malam tadi bertemankan air mata sahaja. Sedih bukan kepalang macam baru putus cinta. Tapi tak apalah, kata orang, morning sickness itu bagus sebagai tanda the baby is responding to you. Fine, anything for you baby. Ibu sanggup asalkan kamu bergembira saja di dalam sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend sangat best bila ada teman2 yang sudi meneman. Terasa seperti bujang. Ahaks. Gosip2, kutuk2 sesama sendiri, itu memang aktiviti wajib. Jadi untuk menebus dosa2 silam, sepanjang malam tidur harus ditemani ayat2 al-quran untuk keseimbangan buat baby. Ngeh ngeh. Teori mana ntah, tapi hentam sajelah labu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa sudah tonton Adnan Sempit. Pengaruh rakan2 sebaya. Wa cakap sama lu, memang bestlah filem tu. Ingatkan typical malay movie, tapi skrip dia cukup comel. Sampai wa terikut2 emosi ibarat dalam hati wa ada taman yang indah. Der..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumaat ni Pijoi pulang. Yeay! Tapi rumah masih bersepah. Tak tahulah mampu ke tak nak mengemas. Baru bersihkan muntah, sudah sakit pinggang seharian. Kalau bersihkan rumah? Hmm..panggil maid jelah. Haha. Gaya macam duit sekepuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklah, mahu tidur. Selamat malam dunia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-8880553132802432303?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/8880553132802432303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=8880553132802432303' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/8880553132802432303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/8880553132802432303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/02/lagi-4-hari.html' title='Lagi 4 hari'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-1167003057933436361</id><published>2010-02-04T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:25:42.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orang Gilak</title><content type='html'>I just dont understand why I have too worried over so many things. Tak paham dan memang tak pernah paham. Dah macam hobi pun ada jugak. Kalau tak risau sehari, memang rasa tak bahagia agaknya hidup. Kalau saya seorang perdana menteri, definitely for sure, saya sudah menetap di Tanjung Rambutan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korang2 yang cool, can someone please teach me how to be cool?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-1167003057933436361?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/1167003057933436361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=1167003057933436361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/1167003057933436361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/1167003057933436361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/02/orang-gilak.html' title='Orang Gilak'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-1525957985235803849</id><published>2010-01-31T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:15:53.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunyiiiiii...</title><content type='html'>Saya sunyi. Betul2 sunyi. Sampai saya menangis beberapa kali. Sangat emo. Saya cuba mintak simpati Pijoi, tapi dia juga kesunyian, jadi dia pun bad mood. Dua2 bad mood, maka tak ada kesudahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend lepas weekend yang sangat best. Mama, ayah dan adik datang menjenguk. Saya sangat gembira sampai saya boleh buat benda di luar jangkaan. Tak adalah pelik sangat bendanya, tapi berjalan2 di Sogo dan Jalan TAR adalah satu perkara yang luar biasa buat saya ketika ini. Bukan mudah nak berjalan jauh dalam keadaan pening2 dan sensitif kepada bau2 busuk. Kadang2 benda wangi pun jadi busuk, contohnya pewangi kereta. Wangi macamana sekalipun sure saya rasa nak muntah. Busuk yang amat. Okeh, sambung semula. Kemudian, hari Ahad, boleh pulak saya mengharung orang ramai yang terlampau ramai di OU. Huh. Tak penah tengok orang seramai itu di OU. Tapi mujur sekejap. Jadi saya OK. Tambah2 sebelum pulang, mama dan ayah sibuk meninjau2 di Safe n Sound. Jadi, saya bertambah sihat. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seronok ok, pregnant walaupun kadang2 agak sengsara. Sepanjang weekend ni, mama dan ayah sibuk kemaskan rumah. Huhu. Bukan salah saya, saya tak suruh. Mereka yang rajin. Baju semua siap berbasuh dan berlipat. Makan tak payah cerita. Memang lazat2 belaka sebab mama masakkan makanan yang saya mahu. 2 hari saya makan tanpa henti. Tak tahu datang dari mana kuasa makan tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, bila mereka sudah pulang petang tadi, saya betul2 terasa sunyi. Nak makan pun dah tak lalu. Rasa macam mahu terbang dan pulang ke JB. Saya tak mahu duduk seorang. Kalau dulu, masa menyewa, saya lebih suka seorang daripada berdua. Heh. Rasa menyampah dengan penyewa lama. Malas nak cerita. Itu kisah tak best!! Mintak2 dia dapat housemate yang lagi tak best dari saya. Hahaha. Astaghfirullahalazim. Baby, jangan dengar cakap ibu awak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa untuk minum nestum dan tidur. Selamat bercuti orang KL! Have fun!!;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-1525957985235803849?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/1525957985235803849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=1525957985235803849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/1525957985235803849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/1525957985235803849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunyiiiiii.html' title='Sunyiiiiii...'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-4266180174213085378</id><published>2010-01-26T17:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T18:08:53.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Him</title><content type='html'>My husband is away for 3 weeks and he is busy at Kemaman, auditing a company, as usual. It's a peak period anyway, so what do I expect? But being his wife for almost 10 weeks, makes me not an independent lady anymore. Especially when I'm pregnant. He sends and picks me up at the office, he drives me to dinner or shopping or everywhere, helps me mengemas rumah and many more. I think I am too pampered till I cant bear to be apart from him even though for a day. It may sound silly to you but I do easily cry at the moment whenever I miss him. Ya tuhan, baru saja 2 hari. Sabarkanlah hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other happier note, I went for a checkup last Sat at SJMC. Nothing could be more happier other than looking at my baby. Even though, I had to wait for almost 4 hours that morning, all the tiredness or sickness almost gone when I saw the baby. I saw the baby's head, hands, feet, and the moving heartbeat. It is so tiny and cute till I feel like crying whenever I remember the vivid moment. Ada nada jakun di situ but it's my 1st time anyway looking at the baby, so fair enough laa kan? hehe. Anyway, the baby is healthy as of now and people, please doakan agar my baby sentiasa sihat, ya:) Oh ya, the baby is going to be an August baby. So I guess saya tak sempatlah nak beraya dan makan ketupat tahun ni:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-4266180174213085378?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/4266180174213085378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=4266180174213085378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/4266180174213085378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/4266180174213085378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-miss-him.html' title='I miss Him'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-4422134050452864301</id><published>2010-01-23T01:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T01:34:26.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTE for me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/S1ncgY62iAI/AAAAAAAAAaw/pd1-bMiRBgc/s1600-h/copy+windfarm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429613274775062530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/S1ncgY62iAI/AAAAAAAAAaw/pd1-bMiRBgc/s320/copy+windfarm.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hua Nui Wind Farm, New Zealand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I visited this wind farm like 3 years ago. That was the best summer trip ever. I spent the whole summer pays just for a week trip to the north island. But it was super great vacation and I did spent splendid time with my girlfriends. &lt;/p&gt;I think that photo is nice. Green and peaceful. Thus, I dont hesitate to join IBM ASEAN Smarter Planet Photo contest by submitting this photo. Doa2 kanlah saya menang the 1st prize so that I can exchange Nikon DSLR 300s camera with Quinny Zapp stroller. Keh keh. So people, please, please do vote for my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4798022&amp;amp;o=all&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=216317891749&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;id=733194534"&gt;photo&lt;/a&gt;. Tolong ya. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's already past midnight and I'm yet to sleep. Maybe I am nervous yet excited to see my baby tomorrow morning. My friend told me that the baby starts to form the hands, heartbeat, head, and legs during the 10th week of pregnancy. Tapi saya baru 9 minggu mengikut the 1st doctor that I met. So let's see tomorrow how.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I shall stop merapu and sleep now or else I will miss the appointment tomorrow. Dont forget to vote for me ya! Thanks people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/4066105822452026998-4422134050452864301?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/4422134050452864301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=4422134050452864301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/4422134050452864301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/4422134050452864301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/01/vote-for-me.html' title='VOTE for me!!'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/S1ncgY62iAI/AAAAAAAAAaw/pd1-bMiRBgc/s72-c/copy+windfarm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-7603589338852581169</id><published>2010-01-16T23:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:11:05.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Connected afterall</title><content type='html'>I am always jelous to the lawyers or any good writers. Tak kisahlah whether you're a journalist hence the talent or you're just born with it. Dan lebih2 lagi bila Miss Ex Pijoi ialah seorang lawyer, maka kad2 cinta mereka, sangatlah ermmm..you know lah. Ahh, bencilah. Saya memang jelous dengan mereka. Noktah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people, I'm connected at home afterall. Seronok plis. Dah setahun kot merana hidup seharian without internet at home. So I'm kinda excited and terus nak tulis blog. Ahaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note, I was frequently being asked "Macam mana hidup dah kahwin? Seronok ke?" Heh. I dont really have the answer for that actually, but for sure, mestilah seronok! Kalau tak, takdenye gatal sangat nak kahwin cepat kan?;p Tell you the truth people, I think the best part hidup as a married couple is when you can share almost everything with the partner. Dan yang paling saya suka ialah sharing passwords with Pijoi coz I tell you, he has lots of nonsense passwords yang sangat melucukan. Contohnya..not telling lah. Itukan password. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bencilah with the pimples nowadays. Suka sangat melekat dekat my jaw, at my back, dan tempat2 yang pelik. The hormone I guess. Haih sabar jelah. Asal jangan menempek kat muka sudahlah ye misses pimples! Benci tau!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost midnite now. Harus tidur. Kata tak mahu pimple;p So dream nice and sleep tight ya;)&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Kalau saya rajin, nanti2 mahu cerita tentang the Lil Project Runaway pulak. Itu kalau rajinlah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-7603589338852581169?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/7603589338852581169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=7603589338852581169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7603589338852581169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7603589338852581169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/01/connected-afterall.html' title='Connected afterall'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-5628134989614336670</id><published>2010-01-11T13:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:44:07.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for the Quarter of Centuries</title><content type='html'>I am already quarter of centuries yesterday. And that was the best birthday ever in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no. I dont get any expensive gifts or a candle light dinner. It was perfect just because of the best wishes from the loved one right to my ears when I just woke up in the morning. It sounds so lovely eventhough just merely a simple "Happy Birthday". Then, I got my requested Lontong for breakfast with a lil surprise of secret recipe cakes. Oh, and the thoughts and the warm wishes from dear friends, really made my day. It was just so perfect? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whatever it is, I am so blessed with what I have right now. A job that pays me well, the other half that always be with me, dear friends whom never failed to make me smile and the little one that grows in me, it's too much happiness to complaint, isn't it? And of course, I feel so contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Allah for the great quarter of centuries that you allow me. Alhamdullillah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-5628134989614336670?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/5628134989614336670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=5628134989614336670' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/5628134989614336670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/5628134989614336670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you-for-quarter-of-centuries.html' title='Thank you for the Quarter of Centuries'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-5170799007455286555</id><published>2009-12-17T16:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:48:01.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitched</title><content type='html'>I shouldnt be here, at the office right now. Everyone else are having fun berteam- building at Dewan Bakti TTDI. I joined for a while, but the games are not that fun as compared to surfing internet. So, explained above. Other than that, I dont have much friends here. As for me, they are just colleagues and meant for work, not for having fun. Saya memang membosankan. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all know, I'm happily hitched now. You can call me Puan Yuli already. Hehe. Not to be surprised, married life is much more membahagiakan. Or maybe I'm still in honeymooning mood, so everything is so membahagiakan? I'm not sure. Wait till I spend 5 more years, then I'll let you know. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416124026222498594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/SynwGyJzUyI/AAAAAAAAAao/BWm7IAnLJC8/s320/pegang+tgn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What so surprised me to be a wife is, I am so rajin now. I am known for pemalas to lipat baju. I dont like to basuh pinggan. I hate to menyapu sampah. But now, I am programmed already. Balik kerja, memasak if tak makan luar. Sambil masak, sambil basuh pinggan. Lepas makan, kemas dapur. Then, tengok TV sambil lipat baju. I dont know where I got those kerajinan, but I still hate to menyapu and I'm hopeless with broom. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding. Yes, I love it tooo bits. It was the best moment in my life. Like a dream come true. I dont know how to describe but it was so wonderful. I wont talk about wedding yet, not till I got the photos from the photographer. Penantian yang sangat menjengkelkan. May god gives me more patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 5 and should wait for Pijoi to fetch me already. Have a nice, long weekends everyone! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-5170799007455286555?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/5170799007455286555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=5170799007455286555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/5170799007455286555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/5170799007455286555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2009/12/hitched.html' title='Hitched'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/SynwGyJzUyI/AAAAAAAAAao/BWm7IAnLJC8/s72-c/pegang+tgn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-4892361247552946580</id><published>2009-11-20T01:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T01:23:45.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya dan Mama</title><content type='html'>Orang kata saya manja. Dulu saya tak faham. Kenapa saya dicop manja sedangkan saya mampu untuk hidup berdikari walau dicampak ke mana pun (hutan tak termasuk dalam list. Sekian.). Tapi sekarang saya sudah faham. Orang kata saya manja sebab saya terlalu rapat dan manja dengan Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu saya tak pernah sedar, telefon Mama setiap hari adalah pelik bagi mereka. Saya juga tak sedar, di saat2 akhir sebelum kahwin, saya masih mengheret Mama ke sana ke mari untuk buat keputusan. Saya sangat tidak sedar sehingga kakak Spa menegur saya tadi. Jadi sekarang, saya rasa sedih. Esok, tanggungjawab saya sudah lebih kepada suami. Bukan lagi Mama. Esok, keputusan di tangan suami. Bukan Mama. Dan mungkin esok dan hari seterusnya, satu persatu aktiviti saya dan Mama akan semakin berkurangan. Selepas 24 tahun, esok adalah segalanya. Kesedihan dan kegembiraan yang bercampur-aduk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Saya terasa poyo sekarang tapi saya memang sedih. Dan sekarang saya sudah tahu apa yang paling saya takutkan selama ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahu menangis puas2 sebelum majlis boleh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-4892361247552946580?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/4892361247552946580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=4892361247552946580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/4892361247552946580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/4892361247552946580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2009/11/saya-dan-mama.html' title='Saya dan Mama'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-2360257353665265295</id><published>2009-11-17T18:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:32:15.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empat</title><content type='html'>Uhukk Uhukk Uhukkk..&lt;br /&gt;Saya demam. Pijoi kata demam gelabah. Cet. Tapi nervous lah jugak kan. Tipulah kalau tak nervous langsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi empat hari U ols. Tapi still masih dalam mood "Betul ke aku nak kahwin?" Dulu saya ingat bila nak kahwin ada satu perasaan yang luar biasa. Tapi setakat ni perasaan luar biasa tu tak ada lagi. Belum ada atau memang tak ada, saya kurang pasti. Mungkin perasaan luar biasa itu hanyalah satu khayalan semata-mata. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esok pelamin dah start nak pasang. Baju reception pun nak try fitting esok. Nervous jugak ni since tak tengok lagi baju tu macamana. Khamis nak pergi Spa. Jumaat mahu pakai inai sudah dan nak siapkan gubahan hantaran. Oh enchek photographer juga sampai Jumaat untuk meninjau-ninjau tempat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambil Fizz hari Jumaat and Alia &amp;amp; mom pun sampai Jumaat. Fiqa and Jihan juga. While the rest sampai hari Sabtu termasuk Enchek Pijoi. Yeay!!!! I cant wait. Wehhuuuuuu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korang.............Aku nak kahwin dah!!!!!!! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-2360257353665265295?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/2360257353665265295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=2360257353665265295' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/2360257353665265295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/2360257353665265295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2009/11/empat.html' title='Empat'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-7144048317844251080</id><published>2009-11-11T10:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:53:23.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak out!</title><content type='html'>I dont really understand why I can easily freak out for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, in the middle of handling an issue, I received an invitation for a compulsory training which need a replacement if one cant attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While still thinking on the issue, I was busy IM-ing people, including my boss. Multi-tasking lah kononnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Boss, I'm freaking out. My MAMLC bla bla bla bla and I have to go to the ALC training this coming Thurs and Fri. I havent teach friend yet for backup tasks.&lt;br /&gt;Boss : Why you dont tell me earlier?&lt;br /&gt;Me : I just got the email this morning. I'm stressed already!&lt;br /&gt;Boss : Dont worry about the training I can send email to the managers. Just fwd me the invitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to fwd the invitation, then I just noticed that the training is actually on 14 and 15 DEC. Not in Nov. WTH. I was freaking out for no reason and malu with the boss juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Cop boss. The training is on Dec lah, bukan Nov. Hihi. Please slap my face! Haha&lt;br /&gt;Boss : Hahaha gilalah you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired already. So many things to settle before the break, so many wedding stuffs to think about, and I can easily cry at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;Tired!!!!! Cepatlah cuti, cepatlah kahwin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-7144048317844251080?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/7144048317844251080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=7144048317844251080' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7144048317844251080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7144048317844251080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2009/11/freak-out.html' title='Freak out!'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-809710324935786744</id><published>2009-11-06T11:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:51:50.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely!!</title><content type='html'>And now, I have time to blog already. At last! After 2 hectic, pre and actual closing weeks, now I would say, I'm free. Well not free as really free, but at least I have time to qada' all the blogs that I missed to read as well as photos to be stalked;p And tell you people, my wedding leave is going to start very2 soon which is exactly on Saturday the 14th till 8th of December. That is really a very long break kan? And I cant wait. Wohooo!! I just totally ignored everyone in the office who seemed so surprise when I declared my 27 days leave, including my boss. But, who cares rite! Ngee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the wedding prep, Alhamdullillah, everything is on track. That's all I can say. Tak mahu membosankan kamu dengan the details. But for the invitation cards, I am really sorry for those who received it late or havent received yet. It's really my bad. Setem habis and I dont have much time to go to the post office. Huhu. But InsyaAllah, everyone will receive it before the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok next topic, what you will do to shut people up? That was the Fly.FM morning chat this morning. Got 1 person said, just slap her/his face. Perghh, kejam kan? Terasa aku! haha. And some just said that they pretend to listen to the ipod or mp3 and ignored the talkative friend. Kurang hajar. Nasib baik saya tak kena macam tu lagi. Tapi nak buat macamana kan, i was born to talk a lot. haha. Dont you understand? So please, dont slap me friends. Ngee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go now. Have to finish some stuffs before leaving next week. I know I'm going to have a really great weekend this week so wish you to have a great one too;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have my own wedding ticker now! Itu pun nak excited. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400828805033520514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/SvOZLvC4bYI/AAAAAAAAAag/G5_B3UYlM2A/s320/wedding+ticker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-809710324935786744?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/809710324935786744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=809710324935786744' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/809710324935786744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/809710324935786744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2009/11/lovely.html' title='Lovely!!'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/SvOZLvC4bYI/AAAAAAAAAag/G5_B3UYlM2A/s72-c/wedding+ticker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-2074615829055822966</id><published>2009-10-19T14:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:52:42.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>Last night, while Pijoi was driving on a highway and me was trying not to sleep, teman Pijoi driving,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Awak, saya rindulah nak ada good housemates macam kat Penang, Christchurch,etc.  &lt;br /&gt;        I dont have any since moved to KL.&lt;br /&gt;Pijoi: Ala, kejap lagi awak ada saya. Lagi best.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ceh. Itu lain.&lt;br /&gt;Pijoi: Dah lah tu, tak payah nak berangan. Awak dah nak kahwin. Sayalah housemate awak nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, my single life will be ended very soon. Only left a month to go. It is so weird that I feel scared every single day nowadays, but the thing is I dont know what am I scared about.  *sigh* Is it normal? No?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-2074615829055822966?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/2074615829055822966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=2074615829055822966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/2074615829055822966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/2074615829055822966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-6429648732429069728</id><published>2009-10-07T14:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:28:41.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lil update for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Most of the time I will call strangers, sales girl/man, waiter/waitress as Abang or Kakak.It's because that most of the time, I feel that I'm still young at least 5 years younger. Haha. Sometimes, I almost forgot that I'm getting married soon means I'm not that young. But, most of the time also, people think I'm still a young student. Meaning, bukanlah saya syok sendiri kan? Ngee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another point that will keep bugging me most of the time is when strangers compliment me as lawa, cantik, or comel.Anyway, the story is like this. Yesterday, Pijoi colleague's told him, "Tunang kau lawa la". When Pijoi told me that, I straightly said, she must be pointed out the wrong person. But Pijoi said, "Isk, tak lah. Awak lawa je." Heh. So what keeps bugging me is the question of "patut ke aku perasan?" Haha. Sebabnya, when Pijoi's friends told him that he's cute or handsome, I will directly think that "Eleh, saja je nak ambil hati awak". Ok the point is bila an average girl like me gets a compliment, adalah sedikit jakun. Itu je. Ngeh ngeh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nowadays, I have no mood anymore to talk about wedding preparation. It's not that I'm not excited anymore. Just maybe I'm a lil bit tired with my work. But so far, everything is so good. Just a bit nervous with nikah and reception dress yang tak siap lagi. Redha sajalah apa nak jadi. Oh ya, in case later you're wondering who the hell is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Liana and Hafizul"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; inviting you to the wedding reception, it's actually the 'cantik' yours truly and her fiance with a bit glamourous nickname. Haha. Wait for the card ya. Will be delivered soon!;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I miss this baby Adam already..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389746021912376194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/Ssw5c2mpc4I/AAAAAAAAAaY/xp1TGWL2ivQ/s320/adam.jpg" border="0" /&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/4066105822452026998-6429648732429069728?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/6429648732429069728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=6429648732429069728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/6429648732429069728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/6429648732429069728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2009/10/lil-update-for-day.html' title='A lil update for the day'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/Ssw5c2mpc4I/AAAAAAAAAaY/xp1TGWL2ivQ/s72-c/adam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-7774831974197999073</id><published>2009-09-25T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:23:14.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANU</title><content type='html'>Usual daily conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Awak 'anu' kan benda ni?&lt;br /&gt;Pijoi: Ape 'anu2'? 'Anu' ape?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alaa..'anu' kan lah. Bukak kan botol ni.&lt;br /&gt;Pijoi: Haa..bukak. Bukan 'anu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah: Kenal tak si sipolan tu?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Siapa?&lt;br /&gt;Ayah: Alaa, 'anu' nya si Mat tu?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ooo dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds dodgy kan? Ngeh ngeh. Tahu apa makna ANU? Haa meh sini orang Johor nak bagitau. ANU ni kiranya special words untuk orang Johor lah selain penggunaan 'ek ek'. Boleh ganti semua words yang ada. Memang universal habislah. Depends on the situation and sentence kot. Kalau orang Johor confirm faham. Kalau tak faham, murtadlah tu. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-7774831974197999073?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/7774831974197999073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=7774831974197999073' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7774831974197999073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/7774831974197999073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2009/09/anu.html' title='ANU'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-1033752066092666560</id><published>2009-09-22T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:40:26.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...And believe me, if there's such a thing as a new life, I dont want to be with anyone else except for you..&lt;/strong&gt; - Pijoi (six months anniversary)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384297202939039474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/Srjdx2JPjvI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XZqfiKBZ70Y/s320/1_385559010l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A year ago, I was booked booked by this handsome guy. Yes, 4 Syawal was the not-so-big day. And for god sake, currently, I miss him badly. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-1033752066092666560?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/1033752066092666560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=1033752066092666560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/1033752066092666560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/1033752066092666560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya-love.html' title='Raya Love'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/Srjdx2JPjvI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XZqfiKBZ70Y/s72-c/1_385559010l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-299414214783073879</id><published>2009-09-16T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:06:15.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ye Ye Dah Nak Raya!!!</title><content type='html'>I have a bad behaviour/attitude. I may dislike anyone or strangers by looking at the first sight. Once I dislike, I may have no mood to talk or even smile to that person. Kalau senyum pun mungkin tidak ikhlas. Heh. I am that bad. I tried to change, but the perasaan menyampah is too strong and I cant help it. Eleh, macam the victim pun heran!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya is getting closer. And I'm suffering of finishing all my recons before I leave. To be worst, this month ada 4 people will resign and no replacement yet. So we (the team) have to backup. Sangat menyampah dan sakit hati. Lebih2 lagi when the person who is going to resign selalu MC plus doesnt have mood to do the OJT. Saja nak buat lambat2. WTF! Like I have nothing to do other than OJT with that person pulak. Subhanallah. Sabarkanlah hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pendaftar Nikah: Question 1 - Ok&lt;br /&gt;                               Question 2 - Ok&lt;br /&gt;                               Question 3 - Sebutkan rukun2 nikah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: 1-Wali. 2-....&lt;br /&gt;Pendaftar Nikah: Ikut turutan.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Errr..Err...1- Pengantin Perempuan?&lt;br /&gt;Pendaftar Nikah: Salah. Lelaki.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Perempuan. Ijab Kabul.&lt;br /&gt;Pendafatar Nikah: Salah.  Lelaki, Perempuan, Wali, Saksi, Akad. Ulang balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tettt. Padan muka. Lain rukun yang saya baca, lain pulak yang ditanya. Nasib baik interview lulus. huhu. But anyway, I'm ready to get married now. The application is approved and the Kadi has been booked. So it's confirmed that my nikah will be on 21 November, after Maghrib. Ok, I'm nervous already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week conversation with Mama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Mama kasi bibik set bilik tidur and L-shape sofa kat rumah lama yang awak tak nak tu.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok. Bagi jela. Sedekah. Daripada berabuk, terbiar kat sana.&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Guess what. Bibik is so happy. Her husband cakap sofa mahal ni, nanti balik Jakarta boleh bawak balik.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? Sofa buruk tu Bibik nak bawak balik? (Huuu. Nak nangis dengar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak nak! Bibik bersyukur gila. Heh. Jadi aku memang tak tahu nak bersyukur! Tapi fikir2 balik, at least, raya tahun ni, rumah bibik dah ada sofa. Ngeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-299414214783073879?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/299414214783073879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=299414214783073879' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/299414214783073879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/299414214783073879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2009/09/ye-ye-dah-nak-raya.html' title='Ye Ye Dah Nak Raya!!!'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-765301298741638724</id><published>2009-09-04T13:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:34:24.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahu cantik seperti Butterfly</title><content type='html'>This few days, asyik dengar lagu "Butterfly Fly Away" by Milley Cirus. Masih boleh layan. Belum muak lagi. Sampai fb status pun nak jadi cantik macam rama-rama. Please blame &lt;a href="http://www.miss-aleeya.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alianess&lt;/a&gt; for this;p Ngeh Ngeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377475819419334754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/SqChxES9-GI/AAAAAAAAAaI/wVpSUJxi2u8/s320/fbb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rama-rama cantik, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ikan keli panjang,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yuli cantik, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pijoi sayang..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cool Pantun!! I like!! Comment paling best daripada my colleague. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa lagi yang patut saya update? Oh, we are currently hunting for furnitures. Now, I know already the feeling of mak2 and bapak2 hunting for furnitures during hari raya. Seronok ok. Rasa nak beli semua benda. Tapi kau yuli banyak duit sangat ke? Jadi tengok2 saja. Haha. Adalah jugak sepam beberapa barang dapur. Kuali, periuk, pisau, sudip, sudu, and chopping board dah ada ye kawan2 (for those yang nak tahu;p) Haha. Tapi still belum boleh masak. Gas tak beli lagi. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt one thing for sure dalam membeli-belah barang2 bersama ni. Consideration, it is. Walaupun banyak kali lah juga bertekak mana satu nak beli, sampai merajuk2, salah seorang perlulah mengalah. Dulu beli barang masing2, ikut citarasa sendiri, duit sendiri, tak ada siapa bising. Tapi sekarang, duit bersama, barang bersama, haruslah citarasa berdua. Susah juga ok. Baru saya tahu. Bayangkan nak beli chopping board pun kene argue jap, nak beli yang plastik ke kayu. That chronic ya people! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terakhir, satu soalan bonus, antara meja nak letak kunci dan langsir, mana satu patut beli dulu? Haha. Jawab jangan tak jawab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-765301298741638724?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/765301298741638724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=765301298741638724' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/765301298741638724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/765301298741638724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2009/09/mahu-cantik-seperti-butterfly.html' title='Mahu cantik seperti Butterfly'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/SqChxES9-GI/AAAAAAAAAaI/wVpSUJxi2u8/s72-c/fbb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-4613064425208345576</id><published>2009-08-21T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:01:41.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>Semalam hari yang malang. Dompet Pijoi tercicir di tepi jalan. Habis licin semua duit. Sampaikan duit kenang-kenangan nzd10 dan ringgit lama rm10 pun lesap. Memang tak kasi can.Kalau malang itu berbau busuk seperti kentut kan senang. Mesti dompet Pijoi tak tercicir sebab Pijoi memang pantang kalau pasal kentut. Haha. Dugaan sungguh bulan ini. Subhanallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelmarin I had 1 to 1 dating with my boss. Mula2 just talk about my career path dan tetiba melencong pula kepada my frustration working in the company. Dengan kebendulan yang tuhan anugerahkan kepada saya, maka dengan jujurnya saya luahkan apa yang patut.  Tak sangka pula hari ini, bos saya boleh menyuarakan complain saya kepada big-big boss. Huhu. Kata kawan saya, "femes emes la u!" Dem! Sure saya kena banned lepas ni. Kutuk company sendiri tak beragak. Haha. Nasiblah labu. Kata orang terlajak kereta boleh gostan, terlajak kata, terimalah padahnya.Cuak tu cuaklah jugak, tapi bila fikir, objektif utama saya kerja nak menyara hidup, bukan nak jadi robot. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa suka drama Nur Kasih macam saya? Saya marathon 9 episod sampai bengkak2 mata. Kalah cerita hindustan ok. Tak tahulah sebab saya tengah sensitif atau saya memang emo. Haha. Uda kata saya memang suka cerita ala2 novel macam tu. Tapi betullah. Siapa boleh tahan kalau ada hero macho macam Adam tu. Terus terasa macam Nur Aminah. Sampai ofismate panggil saya Nur Aminah pun saya boleh toleh. Haha. Taksub bebenar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esok dah puasa. Jadi saya nak ambil kesempatan mohon ampun dan maaf daripada semua jika ada terlanjur kata, tergosip, dan macam2 lagi ter lah. Maaf ya. Selamat berpuasa semua!;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-4613064425208345576?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/4613064425208345576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=4613064425208345576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/4613064425208345576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/4613064425208345576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2009/08/salam-ramadhan.html' title='Salam Ramadhan'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-5803758877796336186</id><published>2009-08-10T14:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:04:29.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lazy on monday blues</title><content type='html'>Merrill Douglass said "Time is life. To waste your time is to waste your life." Today, I feel like I have thousands of free time to be wasted. It is not clever to not to enjoy it kan? Haha. The truth is I'm lazy. Monday blues people. Like always. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh tak percaya that FB is not that hebat. I thought I can easily send messages to all my friends with just one click. But as the above statement, FB needs hundreds of clicking to send messages to all my friends. Luckily, I managed to do it. Itu pun lepas kena bebel with Pijoi which told me to stop whining and just do it. Haha. Amik ko!;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is on track, I could see. I am blisfully happy though a bit tiring of the non-stop weekend-travelling for the past 1.5 months. But afterall it is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My DIY bunga pahar is 100% done. Yeay! Sungguh lega selepas beberapa bulan buat benda ni. And I just love of whateva it looks like cause I am satisfied with my hardwork (tho 50% is my mom's;p). Haha. Self proclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doorgifts and goodie bags is 40-45% done with the mission to be completed during Hari Raya. Luckily, I have bff yang rajin, baik hati, cute, cun, etc yang selalu menolong. Maseh Lings;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368234939056635570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/Sn_NPCVPvrI/AAAAAAAAAZw/L8Z2Iick0uc/s320/doorgift.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And lastly, kad dah siap everyone!! Wohooo! Aku nak kahwin dah!;p Walaupun sebenarnya ada sedikit kecacatan pada layout undangan sebab saya tak pergi check, tapi tak mengapalah. Redha sajalah. Dah siap dah pun kan. So note to other bride-to-be, check every single details of your wedding card. Bukan ejaan saja ye;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368239954267535698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/Sn_Ry9cs-VI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/DBHNPLL7bRs/s320/Image0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here, me &amp;amp; Pijoi would be honoured if you guys could send me the mailing address for the invitation card. I did send personal messages to some of you but takut2 ada mana2 yang missing, so jangan segan to give me or Pijoi your address ok;) Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;a href="mailto:nuryuliana@yahoo.com"&gt;nuryuliana@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pijoi: &lt;a href="mailto:crowded_cell@yahoo.com"&gt;crowded_cell@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-5803758877796336186?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/5803758877796336186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=5803758877796336186' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/5803758877796336186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/5803758877796336186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-lazy-on-monday-blues.html' title='I&apos;m lazy on monday blues'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/Sn_NPCVPvrI/AAAAAAAAAZw/L8Z2Iick0uc/s72-c/doorgift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066105822452026998.post-2883014091611019811</id><published>2009-08-07T11:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:57:24.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Cake</title><content type='html'>Saya selalu mengimpikan kek kahwin saya bertingkat2, besar, dan cantik seperti kek Martha Stewart. Tapi itu impian jela. Kenyataannya, mana mampu weh. Haha. Kang ada yang makan pasir lepas kahwin sebab nak kek gah punya pasal;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walaupun, saya teringin nak kek fondant yang sangat cool dan comel tapi disebabkan saya ini seorang yang praktikal dan tahu kek fondant atau icing atau dummy cake itu tidak sedap dan dummy cake of course tak boleh makan, maka criteria utama kek saya mestilah kek buttercream. Saya suka gila ye tuan2 dan puan2 kek besday yang setengah kilo harganya belasan ringgit kot. Ntah dah lama tak beli. Dulu rm10 je. Mungkin dah naik harga. Tapi saya tahu kek itu tersangatlah tak cantik dan comot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, I was accidentally bumped into this &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ratukek"&gt;creative lady &lt;/a&gt;with her cakes and cuppies. Dalam website sajelah tapi. MasyaAllah. Sangat perfect dan cantik dan creative. I love all her works. And to be surprised, she just uses buttercream for all her cakes deco. But it turns out so beautiful. I could imagine that she is another Bree Desperate Housewives in reality. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, she stays in Seremban thus wont able to bake a wedding cake for me. And how on earth I could fine someone like her in JB? Anyone ada suggestion? Oh ya, harga mestilah affordable ye;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My all time favourite - Simple yet nice, buttercream cake by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ratukek"&gt;RatuKek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367065298972688978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/SnuldBeXwlI/AAAAAAAAAZo/K6uHiWtCAbA/s320/3756544613_3537fae984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066105822452026998-2883014091611019811?l=notacintaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/feeds/2883014091611019811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066105822452026998&amp;postID=2883014091611019811' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/2883014091611019811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066105822452026998/posts/default/2883014091611019811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notacintaku.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-cake.html' title='Wedding Cake'/><author><name>~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/R-TWB1tB6rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yIFAmPSUSJY/S220/i+need+youcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W7KjMYLsZI/SnuldBeXwlI/AAAAAAAAAZo/K6uHiWtCAbA/s72-c/3756544613_3537fae984.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
