<?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-11248746</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:51:44.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blackmourning</title><subtitle type='html'>NOTHING DIES, BUT SOMETHING MOURNS</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>178</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-1355406560727422585</id><published>2012-02-09T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T14:17:52.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slipper.....y mind!</title><content type='html'>So not comfy today...I have stopped, no, more like suspended the idea of wearing heels for now. Not because I'm getting old, but practicality. Until the upgrading work in my school is totally completed, it makes no sense to me if&amp;nbsp; I were in high heels. i don't want my heels peeled or scratched, or get stucked in between the construction planks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been wearing strappy sandals and it kinda grow on me...Love the feeling of being able to walk fast without having to worry about misstepping or tripping....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butttttt....once or twice, I would forget that I'm wearing my rubber flip-flops, or slippers and just drove off to work. Only when I'm already in school will I realize that I still have my slippers on instead of my sandals.&amp;nbsp;Fortunately, I&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;a couple of high heels&amp;nbsp;in my office....so&amp;nbsp;I don't worry much should&amp;nbsp;it happen again and again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, coz the sandals have grown on me, I just hate to wear them high heels and the only pair of flats I have&amp;nbsp;with me is a black suede ankle wrap sandals...which will look ridiculous with my baju kurung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak tak nak, I had to put on the high heels and I feel like taikkk...it shows on my face, NOT taik but the feeling of taikness...Sengal okies, kaki naik sengal pakai high heels but had to endure coz if I were to put on my slippers, then I would look like some makcik going to pasar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...another 4 hrs more to go before I can zoom back home...Slip of my mind laaaa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-1355406560727422585?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/1355406560727422585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=1355406560727422585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/1355406560727422585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/1355406560727422585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2012/02/slippery-mind.html' title='Slipper.....y mind!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-5378771157495147250</id><published>2012-01-26T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:26:51.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Not a very busy day today but I am practically dragging myself from one class to another (actually with at least an hour break to every class)...&lt;br /&gt;So why am I walking with a heavy heart??? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I'm missing someone...but I don't know who.&lt;br /&gt;Depressing entry, yes, but I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel I need to feel depress...make sense tak?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-5378771157495147250?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/5378771157495147250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=5378771157495147250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5378771157495147250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5378771157495147250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-1372667841046086503</id><published>2011-09-28T11:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T11:02:33.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been trying to lose a little weight since beginning of 2010...however, everything that I tried never work! So, I gave up wearing my kebayas, my fitting baju mini-kurung because I don't want to look like a fool. &lt;br /&gt;I don't understand, never will understand how some people just don't look in the mirror before they leave their homes...You ever come across anyone, especially girls&amp;nbsp;that look like the Michellin figure??? Obviously, the clothes she's wearing is way too small for her...but because she thinks she looks hot n sexy...hmmph...yup, all eyes will turn on you but you can bet it's not appreciative looks they are giving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niways, Hubby has been asking why I have stashed those clothes away, not giving even a second glance...I had to tell him that I don't look good in them coz I'm fat! What's worst, when your students commented that you have put on weight and some even went overboard as to ask me whether I'm pregnant. Tidaaaaaak!!!! Sumpah aku tak nak gemuk-gemuk, walaupun ada yang kata "Biarlah gemuk asalkan sihat..." Maybe you are okay with that or maybe you don't have a laser-mouth hubby like mine...Knowing my Hubby, he will not stop chiding me until I do something about my weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, kebetulan fasting month was just round the corner, plus I have been going back n forth to the hospital visiting my mom-in-law, and did not have proper break fasting meals...PLUS endless workloads, I have shed more than I intend to...How do I know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the auntie (coffee vendor) in the sch canteen, she said without blinking, "Cheecher, you when you first time come this school, you very pretty...now you so thin, not nice like old..." BOLEHHH???!! Tanya aku soalan yang mintak kena penampar...aku just nodded and inside my heart I swore that I will not buy her coffee again (konon). So, tak puas hati I asked around and got some feedbacks (forced) on my looks...MOST feedbacks..."You've lost so much weight, making you look haggard"...now, haggard ok la but OLD??? Accepted and spent the whole evening at home trying on my stashed (hidden) clothes....I can fit into them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy? Yes, but now the clothes are a little loose, no shape at all....AND the worst of the worst, comment by Hubby, "You are too thin, kering sangat...tak cantik!" Apa kau naaaaak????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing weight can be a big loss if you lose too much....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-1372667841046086503?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/1372667841046086503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=1372667841046086503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/1372667841046086503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/1372667841046086503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2011/09/weight-loss.html' title='Weight Loss'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-3048158908408329685</id><published>2011-09-27T10:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T10:47:13.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VHv5ktlIwh0/ToEimbDlm3I/AAAAAAAABNk/61h6IV0QSh4/s1600/house2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VHv5ktlIwh0/ToEimbDlm3I/AAAAAAAABNk/61h6IV0QSh4/s320/house2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Open Sesame&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ As promised, here is my new home in Bukit Indah, JB...Been here for 3 weeks and I'm&amp;nbsp;enjoying myself very, very, very much...&lt;br /&gt;Okies,&amp;nbsp;to be frank, we have yet to decorate the&amp;nbsp;house coz rite now we are still getting our concept rite.&lt;br /&gt;I would luv&amp;nbsp;modern-contemp look but&amp;nbsp;Hubby is set on modern.&lt;br /&gt;Niways, I think we will settle for modern-contemp coz I'm still the boss! Yessaahhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies, great neighbor and friendly, esp the aunties (mahjong queens)...they&amp;nbsp;never fail to say hello or pop by juz to give us some snacks...free kan, so&amp;nbsp;I accept lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0hGDavXOujo/ToEiqkxbVmI/AAAAAAAABNo/C-6otc5fYYc/s1600/house5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0hGDavXOujo/ToEiqkxbVmI/AAAAAAAABNo/C-6otc5fYYc/s320/house5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Btw, frens have been asking how do&amp;nbsp;I go to work every morning...some thot that I had to endure the traffic congestion BUT the truth is there is none. Traffic flow is smooth, not heavy as compared to Spore and the time I take to travel from home to my work place is just 40mins drive. How's that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing through both checkpoints is also a breeze, no problem!!!&lt;br /&gt;After all that backaching and mindboggling work, to get home to a relaxing environment is a bliss...feels like I'm in 7th heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Best part is, I get to spend more time with Hubby and we get to do all the things that we love...eat,eat,eat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking abt food, JB is food haven...you can never go hungry even late at nite...There's always a "warung" or food stall by the road to feed the hungry crowd. And of coz, value for money...Now, I just want to go home to my home sweet home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-3048158908408329685?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/3048158908408329685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=3048158908408329685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3048158908408329685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3048158908408329685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2011/09/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VHv5ktlIwh0/ToEimbDlm3I/AAAAAAAABNk/61h6IV0QSh4/s72-c/house2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-9104145445669251814</id><published>2011-09-15T12:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T12:26:48.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Home, New Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Hope it's not too late to wish my Muslim brothers and sisters..."SELAMAT HARI RAYA!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;This year, the Hari Raya celebration is not too great...reason? Busy at work with prelims and mock-exams... and that can only mean MORE marking of papers and answer scripts! On top of that, I have to get the result analysis and reports SOON! How to get ready for Hari Raya???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Plus, this year Hubby decides that I don't have to cook for break fasting...he will be taking me out for our break fasting meals every day...meaning I have to leave work latest by 5pm so that I can pick him up at 6pm to have our break fast meals together.&amp;nbsp;I like the sound of that...no one else, just the two of us! Happy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Of course, after break fasting we will do our shopping for Hari Raya and most of our times are spent in Johor Bahru (JB), Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't know how to explain, but there is something about JB that attracts me (&amp;amp; thousands other Singaporeans) to endure the traffic congestion while driving across the causeway...the atmosphere is just different although we are neighbours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In fact, Hubby and I spent almost every nite in JB, we simply love the good food and other knick-knacks they had to offer...Oooh..and that brings me to the reason why we have moved to JB...but that will be another time coz I am sleepy and this head is pounding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, a bit random today but I really need my coffee before the bell goes...Tata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-9104145445669251814?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/9104145445669251814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=9104145445669251814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/9104145445669251814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/9104145445669251814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-home-new-hope.html' title='New Home, New Hope'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Jurong West, Singapore</georss:featurename><georss:point>1.336434280186183 103.70166778564453</georss:point><georss:box>1.304685780186183 103.66218578564452 1.368182780186183 103.74114978564454</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-7288010853287386267</id><published>2011-08-05T13:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T14:04:09.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 little pigs...</title><content type='html'>3 things I dislike: disruption, hypocrites &amp;amp; moneyless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not the MOST organized person in the world, but when I have planned something, I want it to happen. I don't get people who like to change things at the very last minute. Susah sangat ke kau nak bagitau awal2? Atau kalau bagitau awal, sume orang gerenti cabooootttt...&lt;br /&gt;When my plan is disrupted, my very first reaction is I would snap and start cursing. Not to anyone in particular, just to let off steam. Ya la, kalau yang disrupt to emak mertua ke bapak kau sendiri ke, takkan nak maki hamun diorang sampai tak ingat dunia kan? Tapi I don't like people who is selfish and thinks that the world revolves around them only. They think they are the most important person and everything that happens to them is so crucial and need to be attended to immediately. Banyak la kau punya lanch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, hypocrites are just a group of stupid freakazoids. Apa maknanya kau bermuka-muka ni? I have always despised this group of freaks. Normally, when faced with these freaks I would sneer and throw some sarcasm, but they are too stupid to know that. Sheesshhh...next step is just to ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, aku tau ada yang akan cakap duit tu tidak menjamin kebahagiaan hidup. True, but in the first place, how to continue living without money? So, kalau nak teruskan hidup pun kau tak mampu, macam mana nak dapat kebahagiaan dalam hidup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daaahh...bulan posa ni tambahkan dosa aku je...fikir-fikirkan la....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-7288010853287386267?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/7288010853287386267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=7288010853287386267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/7288010853287386267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/7288010853287386267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2011/08/another-loooooong-day.html' title='3 little pigs...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-8283977552192322132</id><published>2011-08-04T10:48:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T15:41:41.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaack....</title><content type='html'>I've been bad...I have been neglecting my blog for more than a year. But, it doesn't mean I dah jadi kacang lupakan kulit, okies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niway, the good thing about taking time off from my blog is there are sooooooo many things to share, some good, some bad, some not so good, some not so bad...Overall, colorful la...&lt;br /&gt;Where do I begin? This year, I'm stuck with my own 3 kids in my school coz they chose to study where I'm teaching...Mostly, peeps would ask me, "Wah, Your children no freedom eh?"... Ya ke? Apa, you peeps think I'm Zionist????&lt;br /&gt;My reply to that is "I'm the one with no freedom. They hound me all the time, from money to stationeries to wat-wat-wat..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't deny that I do feel good having my kids around me all the time. Any mothers would want to have this chance of being with her kids all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cUtOKcRb0vw/TjoeDgwh5aI/AAAAAAAABMs/0BCX3uoFieI/s1600/nureen-dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636850929289520546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cUtOKcRb0vw/TjoeDgwh5aI/AAAAAAAABMs/0BCX3uoFieI/s320/nureen-dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In fact, I feel safe knowing EVERYTHING that my kids do and EVERYONE whom my kids hang out with. Yang sebenarnya senang aku nak monitor apa diorang buat....takde chance nak bohong or tipu sebab semua aktiviti sekolah aku yang tahu dulu....hihihi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel blessed for my kids really lived up to my expectations...not a single complaint from any teachers instead compliments adalah mencurah-curah...(they'd better not say bad things abt my kids)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eldest daughter is 16 yrs old and she's in the Malay Dance Club (no choice, sbb mak dia yang menjadi pioneer kelab itu), she will be sitting for her GCE 'O' Level Exams end of this year. Ni lagi satu hal, dia yang nak ambik exam, aku yang menggelupur. Apasal semua perasaan seram-ngeri-takut-nervous blablabla selalunya mothers yang experienced, how about the dads? Not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is 15 yrs old, he is in Karate Club. He's known by teachers as the sweetest boy in school...awww, like mother like son... Okay, dekni berat mulut with strangers, tapi kalau kat rumah suara dah macam tertelan mikrofon! Macam aku jugak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--cQB-wY2uFA/TjpBYHzbHdI/AAAAAAAABNQ/3jA0zRp0dY4/s1600/karate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636889766274997714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--cQB-wY2uFA/TjpBYHzbHdI/AAAAAAAABNQ/3jA0zRp0dY4/s320/karate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8vw7qyVPncI/TjpAPfaDBoI/AAAAAAAABNA/voKnX2nEvU0/s1600/hadri1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636888518480561794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8vw7qyVPncI/TjpAPfaDBoI/AAAAAAAABNA/voKnX2nEvU0/s320/hadri1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ujPPXmAX0u8/TjpFBJnvXZI/AAAAAAAABNc/WK-nKM_P1EE/s1600/iffa-cross-ctry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636893769672383890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ujPPXmAX0u8/TjpFBJnvXZI/AAAAAAAABNc/WK-nKM_P1EE/s320/iffa-cross-ctry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yang ni, my 13 yrs old daughter. She is my carbon copy (eeeiii, obitnye), clone is more like it. She surprised me with her hidden talent. I was surprised that she is very sporty and super fit la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, she clinched both titles for 800m &amp;amp; 1500m 'C' Div Girls, as well as Champion for 'C' Div Girls X-Country.&lt;br /&gt;Now, dekni sikap dia macam aku, garang and 'bochap'...not that I don't care about anything, but more like "Don't-care-about-what-others-think-as-long-as-I-know-I'm-right" attitude. Ceh, macam paham je... Fave phrase : Don't Know, Don't Care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yang lagi 2 tu, they are still in primary schools but their kemahiran bahasa and komunikasi adalah tahap super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better stop now, kalau tak 10 page pon tak habis. Tataaaa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-8283977552192322132?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/8283977552192322132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=8283977552192322132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/8283977552192322132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/8283977552192322132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2011/08/mia-again.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaack....'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cUtOKcRb0vw/TjoeDgwh5aI/AAAAAAAABMs/0BCX3uoFieI/s72-c/nureen-dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-5247116743098467038</id><published>2010-06-20T14:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T15:13:09.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrecked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been quite a while since my last update...nothing much except one major accident i was involved in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whose fault? Not mine! I was driving along PIE on a Friday morning (14 May), and i mean really early morning. Was cruising @ 90km/h on d 1st lane wen d car infront of me stopped. Naturally, i stopped my car n wen d car moved off, i saw a foam block was blockg d way. I shifted gear n was abt to move off wen i saw thru my rearview mirror, a red car was speeding towards me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/TB2-UsX7qmI/AAAAAAAABLc/tVoG1E14xX4/s1600/14-05-10_071319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484749183925332578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/TB2-UsX7qmI/AAAAAAAABLc/tVoG1E14xX4/s320/14-05-10_071319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484749694416898674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/TB2-yaGmynI/AAAAAAAABLk/VSQ8U5D5pC8/s320/14-05-10_071351.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Next sec, it slammed my car into d centre divider. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484749720787838562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/TB2-z8V7ZmI/AAAAAAAABL8/f_WeKwLr8Qs/s320/14-05-10_071405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484749712704463282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/TB2-zeOs4bI/AAAAAAAABL0/7KSdsRoxQmc/s320/14-05-10_071153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484749701143546434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/TB2-yzKXSkI/AAAAAAAABLs/1PAowsCXHTo/s320/14-05-10_071245.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Frankly, i had braced myself knowing tat it wld plough into me hard...well, everytg inside my car was strewn abt (felt like a tornado had just hit me)...even my glove compartment was banged open n all its contents was thrown out...D guys frm d car ahead of me stopped to help, n tried to help me out of my wrecked car...asked me if im injured (how wld u noe u r injured wen u juz got hit?!) Told em im fine, juz tat i need 2 get my shoes on...(wldnt want 2 b barefooted wen d cops come, wld i?)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Niway, after a while d traffic cops n ambulance came, took my statement n i called my bedmate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assured him tat im fine, then called my sch to inform em i cldnt come in for work, had to go for check up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God, im not seriously injured but im traumatized by d incident...till now i cant bring myself to go beyond 70km/h, and im keeping to d 3rd lane (slow mo...) all d way... wen will i overcome tis fear??? Guess my car is not d only thing tat is wrecked.... Mummy..! I'm wrecked!&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/11248746-5247116743098467038?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/5247116743098467038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=5247116743098467038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5247116743098467038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5247116743098467038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2010/06/wrecked.html' title='Wrecked!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/TB2-UsX7qmI/AAAAAAAABLc/tVoG1E14xX4/s72-c/14-05-10_071319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-3283292821954945271</id><published>2010-01-12T09:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T09:22:47.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Alive!</title><content type='html'>Whoa! Feel like a zillion yrs since i pen down anytg. Niway, my hope 4 tis yr is start rite...&lt;br /&gt;Rite attitude, rite mind, rite?&lt;br /&gt;Wat strikes me most abt most peeps wen startg a new yr is 2 make a resolution. Wonder y i hav neva been bitten by tat bug...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...maybe nothg is set, nothg 2 be resolved...&lt;br /&gt;Niway, tis yr i hav 2 start rite coz im moving up a step in my career. Glad tat i was given tat chance 2 build up on my strengths...&lt;br /&gt;I guess i hav tat leadership quality in me, come on...as a mother of 5 'vunderful' kids, of coz i gotta lead em, rite?&lt;br /&gt;But, like i said, d opportunity couldn't hav come @ d rite time when im mentally strong, physically fit, emotionally stable...Thx 2 my super-hubby who alwez give me a knock on my head wenever i get big-headed...&lt;br /&gt;Wats more, i hav supportive grp of frens who r cooperative n willing 2 give me d extra push i needed wen im unsure of making d rite decision...&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, im determined 2 start rite, hopefully i wont get lost coz i noe, n my hubby noes, how ugly n messy it can be wen im lost.&lt;br /&gt;And d most important thing is for me 2 stay alive n be lively as i can be...im staying alive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-3283292821954945271?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/3283292821954945271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=3283292821954945271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3283292821954945271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3283292821954945271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2010/01/staying-alive.html' title='Staying Alive!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-3021548741215103029</id><published>2009-08-12T07:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T07:40:31.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still dreaming...</title><content type='html'>Tat's rite. Im still dreamg. Not tat im living in my fantasy world, but im actually sleepg while awake...Make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't rmbr wen i really had a gd nite sleep...actually i only had  gd deep sleep wen it was juz me, myself n I...tat's like ages ago. Since d 5 musketeers rolled into tis world, ive given up on sleep...mostly i take naps in between chores &amp;amp; work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noe its not gd but it helps get me goin. Okies, niway, i was drivg home last nite frm work (smc meetg alwez stretch to ard 4 hrs), ard 7pm hoping tat d traffic is gd, wen i saw a vision in front of me...i dunno how 2 explain it but i was mersmerized by it. In a split sec, it was gone n suddenly tis bloody car appeard in front of me n put on d brakes. I panicked, jammed hard on d brakes but my car kept sliding forward n i knew in my heart tat im gonna kiz d car hard. Then, i heard my hubby's voice tellg me 2 apply d double-brakg. I moved into action n miz kissing d car's a**.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked n shivering all over, cant control myself, cant even move my legs. Horns were blaring n it jolted me back to reality. I pulled over 2 d shoulder n calmed myself. I dunno wat else 2 do n as if on auto, i called my hubby. Somehow i didnt say anytg abt d near-miz, juz hearg my hubby's voice soothed my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm n collected, i drove home wit d windows down n d music on hi-vol. Alhamdulillah, got home safely after a 60km/h crawl, cant bring myself 2 zoom across d ECP. I fell flat on my face at home n i drifted into my dreamy world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, i had a pleasant dream n everytg tat happen seemed like another dream (or nitemare?)...I wish i will alwez hav sweet dreams from now on........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-3021548741215103029?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/3021548741215103029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=3021548741215103029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3021548741215103029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3021548741215103029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-dreaming.html' title='Still dreaming...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-1189158865162100970</id><published>2009-07-30T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:23:09.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoke too soon...</title><content type='html'>Juz hate myself rite now... shld learn wen to keep my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe tat it was only 2 wks b4 wen i had a tiff wit hubby. Today we r not speakg again.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like we r scheduled for bickering fortnightly. YYYY?????&lt;br /&gt;Too much in my head, or maybe too absorbed in work. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Wat i do noe is tat im driftg away frm everyone else...all i do is work.&lt;br /&gt;Cant blame anyone but myself. Was i moving 2 fast?&lt;br /&gt;Im on a roll n i cant slow down now...moving up is neva easy, but im not giving up.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for tat, else i'll neva be where i am now...&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Promised 2 neva say goodbye...im having 2nd thots now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-1189158865162100970?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/1189158865162100970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=1189158865162100970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/1189158865162100970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/1189158865162100970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2009/07/spoke-too-soon.html' title='Spoke too soon...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-2651540705535283391</id><published>2009-05-13T12:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T13:03:14.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know Urself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SgpUN9xcF_I/AAAAAAAAA8o/51JFmMeGczw/s1600-h/app_full_proxy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335169307470731250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SgpUN9xcF_I/AAAAAAAAA8o/51JFmMeGczw/s400/app_full_proxy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SgpTi_TwcUI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Z5QUySFP-uk/s1600-h/app_full_proxy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're trustworthy and loyal. You tend to be very passionate and dangerous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost wild at times. You really know how to have fun. You're sexy and mysterious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent personality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're playful, but secretive. You're very emotional and temperamental sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You meet new people easily and very social in a group. You're fearless and independent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can hold your own. You stand out in a crowd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essentially you're very smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm...i dunno how true tis is...but i like the last bit...&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/11248746-2651540705535283391?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/2651540705535283391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=2651540705535283391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2651540705535283391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2651540705535283391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2009/05/know-urself.html' title='Know Urself'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SgpUN9xcF_I/AAAAAAAAA8o/51JFmMeGczw/s72-c/app_full_proxy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-3896165567801493951</id><published>2009-05-13T10:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:21:53.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Oh Where???</title><content type='html'>I dun understd...cld it b tat gd times dun last or gd things will alwez cme 2 an end.&lt;br /&gt;Remember tat li'l fast food chain??? I said li'l coz it hadn't come close 2 McD.&lt;br /&gt;Used 2 go 2 tis li't rest @ d central (back wen i was stayg in Clementi).&lt;br /&gt;I hav alwez been fascinated by d big n heavy mug full of root beer float...n i fancy d fish burger 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SgpEiUOTAEI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/MZ7E7BfIyBA/s1600-h/A&amp;amp;W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335152064908689474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SgpEiUOTAEI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/MZ7E7BfIyBA/s400/A%26W.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Niway, i was @ work, goin bonkers by all d scripts i hav 2 grade (exam fever again!), suddenly i had a craving 4 A&amp;amp;W's meal. I asked ard (literally goin round n round in d staff rm), if anyone know of d nearest A&amp;amp;W rest. No one knew, but some one suggested sumwhere in CBD area...i was delighted n called my hubby...i wan him 2 take me there tat nite (we r alwez on d hunt for food).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby said ok, so i kept my tummy empty n dream abt tat bubbly, creamy float. Cut d story short, we went in search 4 it but it was nowhere 2 b found!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so upset n frustrated...y la u hav 2 tear d place down!!! Sheesh, i dunno where else 2 look, i was veri veri upset n hubby brought me 2 BK instead...he tried 2 rationalise tat their burgers are awesome...but nothing beats A&amp;amp;W meal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still craving 4 tat...where oh where can u be???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-3896165567801493951?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/3896165567801493951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=3896165567801493951&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3896165567801493951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3896165567801493951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-oh-where.html' title='Where Oh Where???'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SgpEiUOTAEI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/MZ7E7BfIyBA/s72-c/A%26W.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-7754574905936480779</id><published>2009-05-12T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:40:38.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet!</title><content type='html'>Sweet Mama..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, found d time 2 pen sumtg...mama's day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SgkKTCFaZQI/AAAAAAAAA8I/WSKezDCr71Y/s1600-h/Picture+282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334806555690427650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SgkKTCFaZQI/AAAAAAAAA8I/WSKezDCr71Y/s320/Picture+282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Actually, more of ma-kids day. Turned out my kids had a celebration coz they get everytg their hearts desire. I hav no heart 2 say no 2 em. Cld it be it was my way of compensating all those times i cldnt be wit em??? Or was it my way of justifying my MIA most of d time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SgkKTJsSOTI/AAAAAAAAA8A/eueZBkgaCBs/s1600-h/Picture+273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334806557732518194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SgkKTJsSOTI/AAAAAAAAA8A/eueZBkgaCBs/s320/Picture+273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But as a mom, i simply cld not turn their needs/wants away...it's juz not rite. I hav vowed 2 gif d best 2 my kids, no matter how hard it's gonna be 4 me n hubby, i wan 2 gif everytg 2 em...so i gif n gif n gif...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SgkKS4YizYI/AAAAAAAAA74/mc1psf51BAI/s1600-h/Picture+271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334806553086315906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SgkKS4YizYI/AAAAAAAAA74/mc1psf51BAI/s320/Picture+271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some peeps wld say i wld spoil em...so be it! They r my kids, i hav my rites n d choice is mine! Wat comes may, all i noe is i will get sweet returns...choc-smudged kisses....SWEET!&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/11248746-7754574905936480779?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/7754574905936480779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=7754574905936480779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/7754574905936480779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/7754574905936480779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet.html' title='Sweet!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SgkKTCFaZQI/AAAAAAAAA8I/WSKezDCr71Y/s72-c/Picture+282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-1430108785685461131</id><published>2009-04-16T09:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:03:12.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here!</title><content type='html'>Still alive n kickg... hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;2 many things have happened n 2 li'l time 2 spare...&lt;br /&gt;Promised myself i will update wit more entries in a short a while.&lt;br /&gt;Sme gd news, n sme not so gd news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-1430108785685461131?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/1430108785685461131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=1430108785685461131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/1430108785685461131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/1430108785685461131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-here.html' title='Still Here!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-2995436044478764460</id><published>2009-03-12T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:12:14.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost soul</title><content type='html'>Wat day issit today?&lt;br /&gt;Sumthg is very wrong wit me...all i noe is tat im living one day at a time, not a care abt whether its weekend, or mid-week or even start of d week...&lt;br /&gt;i juz keep on going on auto-mode...until one nite, while snuggling up 2 him in front of d tele, my man uttered these words, &lt;em&gt;"i feel like i dun hav a wife..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH! Tat stopped me in my tracks.&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned, speechless, which is very very rare for me coz i wld normally retaliate wit a quip...(must be i was tired n drained, not a single energy left in me...yes, tat's d reason!)&lt;br /&gt;I sat up straight n looked him in d eyes, daring him 2 say more. Normally wen i do tat, he wld pull me close n everytg wld b okay...but tat nite he repeated those words twice wit a blank face. Felt like a gush of wind slapped my face, should hav said sumthg or question his statement, but all i did was i walked away...turned out d lites n threw myself on d bed, not wantg 2 think abt wat he said.&lt;br /&gt;I had a nitemare...very gruesome n scary n weird.&lt;br /&gt;I was in a &lt;strong&gt;black hole&lt;/strong&gt; (thx 2 my one of my student who asked me abt tat in class)...walkg abt aimlessly, lookg for no one in particular...it was dark n eerie, not a single soul 2 be seen...&lt;br /&gt;And then, saw a figure callg out 2 me...came closer n realised tat it was my reflection in d mirror. But i had no face...im no one...im a lost soul.&lt;br /&gt;Or issit real???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-2995436044478764460?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/2995436044478764460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=2995436044478764460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2995436044478764460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2995436044478764460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost-soul.html' title='Lost soul'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-9199154739400735741</id><published>2009-02-18T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:57:52.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now or Neva...</title><content type='html'>Im fed-up. Not depressed, coz if i am then i wld need medication 2 relieve my depression.&lt;br /&gt;In my case, im juz fed-up.&lt;br /&gt;Hav u eva had ur needs unmet?? Then u get all moody n frustrated n u pouted frm coast 2 coast (as if by doin tat ur luck will change?!)...n then expectg sumone 2 cheer u up n get u an alternative which usually is as close as d esplanade 2 d malay village...&lt;br /&gt;N then, wen u finally realize tat u hav no choice but 2 live wit tat, u accepted it gradually n life goes on as if u hav neva heard of great wall of China.&lt;br /&gt;Y issit tat we learn 2 accept shortfalls???&lt;br /&gt;I neva thot tat i can compromise coz i noe myself very well...&lt;br /&gt;Neva settle 4 2nd best...!!!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's sumthg in d air tat's poisoning my mind n blurring my vision n clouding my brain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARLG, I WAN MY JPG NOW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-9199154739400735741?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/9199154739400735741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=9199154739400735741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/9199154739400735741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/9199154739400735741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-or-neva.html' title='Now or Neva...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-1977633556605685727</id><published>2009-02-11T11:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:20:54.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really OLD School</title><content type='html'>Wen was d last time i put on a full-u? Many, many yrs ago...&lt;br /&gt;But tis yr during CNY celebrtn in sch, we - trs had 2 be students again...&lt;br /&gt;A wholesome skit i wld say, funny - (d way we try 2 sound like teenagers again), hilarious - (d way we dressed like em...).&lt;br /&gt;Niway, had a gd time coz it was all impromptu...no scripts juz jabber on, getg d cue frm one another...a gd bunch of comedians wit gd sense of humor...&lt;br /&gt;Beware! Dun say i didnt warn u...View @ ur own risk...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301386384367040530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SZJO1CFKOBI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/xI4AUPxbuIw/s320/314_202723_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301385245327736642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SZJNyu1Bv0I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/wLsTC42zLdY/s320/315_163158_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301385238114081378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SZJNyT9KGmI/AAAAAAAAA7A/ApcuOlEEcbY/s320/315_163213_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301385242793616738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SZJNylY2JWI/AAAAAAAAA7I/CRGoyy26m_c/s320/314_202615_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301386386088133506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SZJO1IfgA4I/AAAAAAAAA7g/rwA_WuI69bo/s320/314_202855_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was chosen 2 play d "BIMBO".... "Y!?" i asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reply : "tat's so easy 4 u, u dun hav 2 act...u r juz playg urself..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wat was tat supposed 2 mean???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ZIP IT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-1977633556605685727?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/1977633556605685727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=1977633556605685727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/1977633556605685727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/1977633556605685727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2009/02/really-old-school.html' title='Really OLD School'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SZJO1CFKOBI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/xI4AUPxbuIw/s72-c/314_202723_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-7266248572464321890</id><published>2009-02-09T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:54:45.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ma, Your Ma, Wat Ma...</title><content type='html'>My Ma says "...hot"&lt;br /&gt;Your Ma says "...spicy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ma says "...sugar"&lt;br /&gt;Your Ma says "...honey"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ma says "...lime"&lt;br /&gt;Your Ma says "...lemon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ma says "...milk"&lt;br /&gt;Your Ma says "...cream"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ma says "...orange"&lt;br /&gt;Your Ma says "...tangerine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say "My Ma..."&lt;br /&gt;I say "Wat Maaa..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau peh suka la...I wan 2 go home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-7266248572464321890?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/7266248572464321890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=7266248572464321890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/7266248572464321890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/7266248572464321890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-ma-your-ma-wat-ma.html' title='My Ma, Your Ma, Wat Ma...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-7316377440226572878</id><published>2009-01-21T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:01:23.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need my sleep...</title><content type='html'>See tat??? Tat's y i need my sleep....&lt;br /&gt;Not juz sleep sleep but deep deep sleep. Cant seem 2 eliminate tat punched-in-d-eyes look. I look like i juz got out of a 30-round boxing match...im so into black - my fav color but 2 hav 2 large black patch for eyes is a no-no... n hubby not 2 hepi abt em...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SXap0TO9bSI/AAAAAAAAA6c/RSlkHENnJEg/s1600-h/Picture+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293605128001908002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SXap0TO9bSI/AAAAAAAAA6c/RSlkHENnJEg/s320/Picture+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cant rmbr wen d last time i really had a gd sleep, time kecik2 skola gaknye...or maybe b4 d 5 mini-mes popped out into tis world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is no longer a luxury 4 me, its essential tat i must sleep at least 8-hrs...yea-yea i noe it sound cliche...but its a fact tat i can neva deny. I dun wanna go ard lookg like a ragged doll...my hubby gonna kill me...he's been nagging at me to do somethg abt it...but wat la...mana ader time?! Rambut ni pon tak gi treatment lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls let me hav my sleep...sori darlg, i hav 2 pass on our midnite rendezvous...juz till i recover...boo-hoo...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-7316377440226572878?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/7316377440226572878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=7316377440226572878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/7316377440226572878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/7316377440226572878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2009/01/need-my-sleep.html' title='Need my sleep...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SXap0TO9bSI/AAAAAAAAA6c/RSlkHENnJEg/s72-c/Picture+146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-2665482954071467900</id><published>2009-01-21T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:27:05.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Alive...</title><content type='html'>Can't believe tat Jan is almost over. D year started wit a bang n i was caught in d swirl n suddenly i found myself running ard tryg 2 get things done at double speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where shld i start? Okies, tis yr im d form tr of 3T1. Lovable lots, need to be controlled tho. Anyways, i wasnt quite sure wat 2 expect frm tat class. Last yr, a lot of -ve comments frm my kakis, abt wat n who they r....but i was quite surprised 2 noe tat they r actually very pleasant n quite disciplined...hmmm...i guess i dun hav 2 b a ring master no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i feel very connected 2 my class, i cant quite put my finger on it....juz tat i feel so attached 2 em n i juz wan 2 protect n take care of em....make sure nothing bad ever happen 2 em. But then again, if i wont let anytg happen 2 em, nothing will eva happen 2 em...eventually they wld learn nothing....jeez...i dun undrstd y i hav a soft spot 4 NT students...i juz noe tat they r not bad kids, juz need sumone 2 care 4 em n show em tat they r loved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies, for my 3T1 kitties...i hope u will not gif me a mega-migraine coz personally i juz adore u peeps...Cheerios 2 a vunderful year ahead....!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-2665482954071467900?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/2665482954071467900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=2665482954071467900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2665482954071467900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2665482954071467900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2009/01/still-alive.html' title='Still Alive...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-6797787665855634270</id><published>2009-01-13T09:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:39:34.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beep..Beep...!</title><content type='html'>Hate tat sound...i wanna sleeeeeeeep...&lt;br /&gt;Countg til June...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-6797787665855634270?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/6797787665855634270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=6797787665855634270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/6797787665855634270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/6797787665855634270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2009/01/beepbeep.html' title='Beep..Beep...!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-3289563802751141514</id><published>2008-12-17T12:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:19:23.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neva was lost...</title><content type='html'>Wheeeee.....!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, so very d long time no see my bro...once was lost...&lt;br /&gt;Hepi 2 see him again n we did a lot of gossiping, n sharing of stories, yada-yada-yada....&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun day coz we went cruising in my car 2 nowhere, juz drove ard n ard n ard...&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i miz him n my other "kakis" when we used 2 get together all d time n spent our time (more like waste our time) hanging out n went ard town aimlessly, juz having fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SUh7eFGa8GI/AAAAAAAAA54/3KPstBLT8ck/s1600-h/Picture+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280606319787307106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SUh7eFGa8GI/AAAAAAAAA54/3KPstBLT8ck/s320/Picture+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280606323355145346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SUh7eSZD1II/AAAAAAAAA6A/ap_AuSR6RyA/s320/Picture+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my bro aka sparring partner aka pelawan bicara (???) ...Rambut kau legend la bro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun go missing again, rmbr our pact???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then, c ya ard...2 me ur neva was lost...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-3289563802751141514?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/3289563802751141514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=3289563802751141514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3289563802751141514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3289563802751141514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/12/neva-was-lost.html' title='Neva was lost...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SUh7eFGa8GI/AAAAAAAAA54/3KPstBLT8ck/s72-c/Picture+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-7811194704349160661</id><published>2008-12-09T19:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:48:27.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count on Me!</title><content type='html'>To my 1+2 daughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U R NOT ALONE!&lt;br /&gt;i'm here n i'm all ears....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-7811194704349160661?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/7811194704349160661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=7811194704349160661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/7811194704349160661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/7811194704349160661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/12/count-on-me.html' title='Count on Me!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-3337995639366141213</id><published>2008-12-01T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:21:44.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GET LOST!</title><content type='html'>Get Lost la...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku benci n mual n jijik tengok muka KAU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahlah kau ni STUPID, CHEAP n INSIGNIFICANT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u r reading tis coz i noe u very d KEPO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak perlu kan kau dlm hidup kami!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET LOST!!!! kau n mak kau...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-3337995639366141213?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-3546402819669942431</id><published>2008-12-01T12:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:50:11.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legal Sex</title><content type='html'>Bumped into sumone frm my past recently. Actually, no one impt, juz a kenalan...&lt;br /&gt;Niway, tis person was bragging abt wat she has been up to, how her life is complete now she's a mrs...yada-yada-yada...&lt;br /&gt;I was quite amazed at how she spun her stories tat i thot 'hmmm...maybe god's been nice to her. Gd for her!"&lt;br /&gt;But then, another fren bumped into me, (tatau kenapa ari tu asyik langgar org je...) we screamed n giggled n hugged n screamed again...u notice how tis kinda thing has tis effect on u...one person scream n u will follow suit...sengal betol la~~&lt;br /&gt;Okies, tis fren started rambling n we went for a cuppa kat kopitiam...recession woit, no fancy coffees pls...We started talkg n suddenly we started to mengumpat abt tis fren i bumped earlier on...&lt;br /&gt;True, she got married but apparently she got married to her cousin's ex-hubby...APA KELAS!? How d heck she got into tat sticky situation, no one knows...but it seems (not gossiping but confirmed) she was d other woman!!! Sengal la woi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camne...cakap camne bole jadi camni ni...i am very d konfius...takot dgr cite-cite camni...so wat's my point in writing tis story???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is juz an institution for legal sex (seks halal?)....or issit charred and manipulated by sex-thirst beings in disguise???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...weird, somethg's not rite abt d world we r living in now...Wat's ur verdict?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-3546402819669942431?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/3546402819669942431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=3546402819669942431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3546402819669942431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3546402819669942431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/12/legal-sex.html' title='Legal Sex'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-6990114279732885901</id><published>2008-12-01T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:07:58.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku Importer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Kengkawan,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;U might be wondering y la suddenly my site is updated wit many many entries...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tadaa...aku dah jadi importer...baru tau bole cross-posting...memandangkan harga minyak dah turon, aku pon mulakan bisnes mengimport...akan dtg banyak entries dpd personal blog aku akan aku import...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cheerios!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-6990114279732885901?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/6990114279732885901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=6990114279732885901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/6990114279732885901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/6990114279732885901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/12/aku-importer.html' title='Aku Importer!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-3661934369843053583</id><published>2008-11-27T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T13:04:46.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Graduate!</title><content type='html'>16.11.2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neva thot tat 2 grad frm a pre-sch cld cost so much!&lt;br /&gt;My daughter who was enrolled in a pte pre-sch had completed her 2-yr skola makan. To celebrate d graduands (thesaurus again...), d mgt was very ambitious...they held d graduation ceremony cum lunch @ Swissotel.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273194971590105058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SS4m41kBF-I/AAAAAAAAA5g/sjeJdEOLHzo/s320/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ma, Afah mcm Mak Ngah Shasha ek...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Expensive hoh...but it was okay, a li'l draggy coz every kid kedek-kedek perform on stage wit hilarious yet entertaining items. My eyes all glued on my baby girl who look so cute n glam on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273194984874418194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SS4m5nDPoBI/AAAAAAAAA5w/SP-rsMXd2no/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was an expensive lunch, i came wit my eldest daughter (Nureen) who juz cant be bothered abt anytg but her li'l sis. She was a great help coz she kept a look out for her sis n snap pics of Afah every now n then. In fact, Nureen was all over her li'l sis, making sure tat Afah feels special on tat very special day...I'm so proud of my babies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273194974826811586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SS4m5BntUMI/AAAAAAAAA5o/cZqCG7vdKCw/s320/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hav grown to be very independent and street smart too...they alwez keep a look out 4 each other knowing tat no one else matters...juz them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niway, nxt yr, Afah will be in Pri 1. Took her for her P1 orientation n she was excited like wat,wat,wat...i had to get her sch books much earlier so tat she can start early...kiasu la anak aku ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, she will get 2 wear tat li'l crashed head gear for real wen she's 21...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Shasha if u r readg tis, she adores u... ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-3661934369843053583?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/3661934369843053583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=3661934369843053583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3661934369843053583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3661934369843053583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-graduate.html' title='I&apos;m a Graduate!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SS4m41kBF-I/AAAAAAAAA5g/sjeJdEOLHzo/s72-c/Picture+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-5719868510436791039</id><published>2008-11-06T19:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:25:14.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hepi, hepi day...</title><content type='html'>Hepi, hepi, hepi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After contact time 2day, SWC (Staff Welfare Comm) gave out birthday gifts 2 all trs born in nov &amp;amp; dec. Since im a nov baby, i got a wonderful gift frm em... Being d sch hols now, d last contact time we had juz now was juz great. We got our 2009 deployment n also our angels were revealed 2 us after a yr of "Mortal-Angel" game. Tis game was very interestg n kudos 2 SWC 4 startg tat game 2 yrs ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U see, everyone's an angel 2 someone n at d same time, we r mortals 2 our angels. Angels r supposed 2 take care of their mortals, eg surprising their mortals wit li'l tokens w/out ur mortals knowg who their angels r. I wld say im a gd angel coz once a wk i wld get some fruits or snacks or li'l gifts for my mortal, who happened 2 be d CCA HOD. So it was easy for me coz all i need 2 do is get healthy treats 4 him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my angel on d other hand only managed 2 slip in one gift 4 me...a pkt of sliced pineapples which i suspect he got it frm d complimentary fruit tray...tsk, tsk, tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its a lot better than last yr wen i was unfortunate 2 get a fallen angel or 2 be exact a broken-winged angel....practically nothing frm him/her....sheeshh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last nite i bought a vintage collection of cookies for my angel but found out later tat he's away on official duty, so i placed d gift on his desk. I was surprised wen i found out who my angel is....my darlg buddy, Surya. Gosh, i'm really gonna trash him for not taking good care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niway, my mortal gave me a box of mango-flavored tea n a cutesy mickey mouse mug. I luv em so much, n im gonna keep on giving small tokens 2 my mortal even tho d game has stopped. U dun need a game 2 start being generous...i guess i juz luv 2 see d look on someone's face wen u drop in a li'l sumthg...it will definitely brighten up one's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, i think im gonna get a box of belgium chocs which caught my eye last nite, only tat its a teeny-weeny bit costly...hey, but a smile from someone is priceless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll get one box of tat for my hubby as well...tat way i can hav it too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hepi la wey....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-5719868510436791039?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/5719868510436791039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=5719868510436791039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5719868510436791039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5719868510436791039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/11/hepi-hepi-day.html' title='Hepi, hepi day...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-4480614894828368113</id><published>2008-11-05T12:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:30:18.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men &amp; Female-Dog</title><content type='html'>I dun get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fren had recently got married. Now, u might wonder "so what?", good for him rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe yes for him, but NOT for his WIFE, in tis case, he married another w/out his wife's knowledge AND permission. Tak ke mcm sengal tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat la, tis man thinkg i dunno. Seriously, he's got a wonderful wife who had given him a 2nd chance wen he cheated on her b4. Now, he's doing it again, but it's a lot worse coz now he took in a 2nd wife secretly....damn u, "husband-snatching-female-dog" (bahasa harus sopan walau mulut ni gatal nak menghembus mantra).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, tis female dog whom he fell in lust wit had definitely used her charm on him and intentionally hurtg another woman who had given 3/4 of her life 2 tis son-of-a-female-dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat was he thinkg? Of coz la, tis female-dog will surely put on her best front, memanja-ing tat lelaki miang sebab belom dapat! Nanti la kau, kalau kau dah dapat, gerenti dia bo-layan kau, jantan! Tis breed of females r really masters of disguise and deceit. They will stop at nothing 2 destroy happiness of others. And as for men who fell in d trap, fell for d dogs' tricks, use ur brain (if u hav any) n not ur bolas. Well, wat goes around comes around. Believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby was shocked too, he didn't expect tat his buddy wld do such a thing, at such an old age lagi! Eeeiii...kubor dah kata mari pon ada hati nak berenjoy-enjoy, kau ingat kau tu muda remaja ke? Look in d mirror, u dried-up prune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niway, hubby told me tat his buddy now has not been calling him coz maybe he got hurt from our lashing...so wat? I dun care wen u dun even care abt ur wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To U Old Prune, ur joy ride will end sooner than u think, n to u female-dog, may a thousand fleas infest ur armpits....scumbag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tat feels good, im hungry now...go bark somewhere else...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-4480614894828368113?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/4480614894828368113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=4480614894828368113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/4480614894828368113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/4480614894828368113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/11/men-female-dog.html' title='Men &amp; Female-Dog'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-4416953530433942328</id><published>2008-11-04T12:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:24:51.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cold &amp; hungry</title><content type='html'>Wat am i doin now????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm cold n hungry yet there's nothing 2 eat. Only hav myself 2 blame coz i did not buy breakfast like i usually do wen driving 2 work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thot i wanna go on a diet...but wen u r confined in an aircon place, u feel like u r stuffed inside d freezer...n wats worse, i'm hungry 2 d max.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much 2 eat in d sch canteen...unless u wanna stuff ur face in nuggets (all kinds). Maybe i shld drive out n grab a bite, but then it's almost 1pm - official knock-off time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat d heck, i'm gonna persevere til then...as for now, i'm fillg my tummy wit cups of steaming coffee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-4416953530433942328?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/4416953530433942328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=4416953530433942328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/4416953530433942328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/4416953530433942328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/11/cold-hungry.html' title='cold &amp; hungry'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-8291185181990052720</id><published>2008-10-24T09:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:52:11.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Championship Title!</title><content type='html'>17 Oct 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andesians made another record! Tis year really, really belongs to Andes. I dunno how 2 express myself, only tat im lucky 2 hav a very committed group of students as my house members. They are the heroes of Andes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, we came in champion house for Sports Day in term 01, then we went on 2 become d champion house again for X-Country in term 02. This term 04, we become d champion house again for Swimming Carnival. I'm speechless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260519972362219122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SQEfCx5_bnI/AAAAAAAAA44/h2w1HywXnVk/s320/300_080446_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SQEfU3h32XI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/VIyCKs8ecgU/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260520283109316978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SQEfU3h32XI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/VIyCKs8ecgU/s320/Picture+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; my wonderful, beloved house members&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260519969813072882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SQEfCoaOi_I/AAAAAAAAA4w/9E7CCRo88Uk/s320/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260519976419749618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SQEfDBBYbvI/AAAAAAAAA5A/su2JrOtY6FA/s320/300_080545_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Really dunno wat i wld do w/out em. They are so set and ready to go for gold. They really want it all, i guess they really dig my "never settle for second best" attitude. And they are proud 2 be d best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260520284551320386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SQEfU85rE0I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/84gVWiZhuuE/s320/300_080907_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeay...Champion Again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260519964651873842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SQEfCVLs5jI/AAAAAAAAA4o/TgOuNwL8tQI/s320/Picture+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My reliable gals...2A2 maah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260519962836718210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SQEfCOa70oI/AAAAAAAAA4g/PqfPz3DGK2o/s320/Picture+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Secret of our success? I believe in them. Period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I luv U, ANDESIANS! WELL DONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shall we do it again next year? Ready for the challenge?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For more pics ==&gt; &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/blackthots"&gt;http://profiles.friendster.com/blackthots&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/11248746-8291185181990052720?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/8291185181990052720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=8291185181990052720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/8291185181990052720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/8291185181990052720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/10/3rd-championship-title.html' title='3rd Championship Title!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SQEfCx5_bnI/AAAAAAAAA44/h2w1HywXnVk/s72-c/300_080446_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-1244577954895033883</id><published>2008-10-24T08:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T08:57:46.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Feel d Heat</title><content type='html'>Been a while since i switched frm eatg traditional jamu to jamu pills. Not tat im crazy abt jamu, juz tat ive been taking it since...erm...d switch frm single bed 2 queen-size bed. Hubby is like my image consultant. He's constantly, endlessly reminding me 2 take my jamu regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used 2 take d jamu in powder form 3x a day, where i need 2 mix it in warm water n add a tspful of honey + a dash of lime. Terhegeh-hegeh la nak siapkan jamu ni, kalau sekali takpe, satu hari mesti 3 kali. Sumtime wen im in a rush, i wld giv it a miz n then i wld intentionally forget 2 take it for d rest of d day. Hate d trouble of having 2 do d mixture. D taste is okay, no prob wit tat, juz d time taken to prepare it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SQEXHfY1kvI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/4L7rD2asCGY/s1600-h/sihat_wanita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260511257197646578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SQEXHfY1kvI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/4L7rD2asCGY/s320/sihat_wanita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since i wld conveniently forget 2 top up my honey or lime stocks at hme, hubby bought d pill jamu instead. Now all i hav 2 do is juz pop in 3 pills 3x a day, so i hav no excuse 2 forget taking my jamu.&lt;br /&gt;Jamu heats up your body...really, no joke okay, rainy season now but i feel hot almost throughout d day...cant sleep witout having 2 strip (of coz hubby is happy abt tat :p). Boy, d heat is really keepg me up whole nite.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, i'd rather sleep thru heaty nites than getting heated up by hubby's nagging.&lt;br /&gt;D heat is on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-1244577954895033883?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/1244577954895033883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=1244577954895033883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/1244577954895033883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/1244577954895033883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-can-feel-d-heat.html' title='I Can Feel d Heat'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SQEXHfY1kvI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/4L7rD2asCGY/s72-c/sihat_wanita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-8529572649730783920</id><published>2008-10-16T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:13:09.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairy News</title><content type='html'>I swear d next person who ask me wat i did 2 my hair will get d bahasa berbunga from me...! Wat la...aku tak sempat nak repair rambut aku seblom raya, skrg raya dah basi baru ada chance servicing rambut. Dah nampak macam orang ni, baru dpt coverage.&lt;br /&gt;Apa kelas kecoh pasal rambut...Takde makne...&lt;br /&gt;At least i gave em sumthg 2 talk abt...tak kisah la, puji ke, keji ke, umpat ke, gosip ke, mengata ke...mulut dah bayar insurans ke?&lt;br /&gt;Apa pun aku mengantuk like wat, wat, wat...&lt;br /&gt;Got 2 rush home now n wash my hair...&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-8529572649730783920?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/8529572649730783920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=8529572649730783920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/8529572649730783920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/8529572649730783920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/10/hairy-news.html' title='Hairy News'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-9148626416300323985</id><published>2008-10-14T07:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T07:54:19.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corrupted Mind</title><content type='html'>Hubby told me last nite tat my mind is corrupted. Dun agree much. Maybe he's rite coz i tend 2 flare up n shoot unthinkable accusations at d slightest things he says even tho he meant them as a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D min he says somethg tat leaves a big ? in mind, i wld squint my eyes n think -vely then throw him some hard sarcasm n i wld end up feelg very suspicious of hubby's harmless statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe coz my brain's fried by all d stories conjured up by my students in their essays...u noe these teenies they can be so creative n dramatic in their uncomprehensive writings tat leaves u askg which planet they r from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe im hooked on some asian movies, namely from thailand, philippines, japan, etc...but im so into philippines dramas tat successfully touched d social issues which we can relate to, apart from d gorgeous actors, tat is so close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon tis drama "Minsan, Minahal Kita" (in tagalog w/ eng subtitles) tat is so real, or issit surreal...? tat made me reflect on my relationship wit pple ard me. It is so moving until i literally moved hubby's interest from watchg action-packed movies to d mushy stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to mom who introduced me 2 tis filipino drama serial back in 2001, if im not mistaken its called "Mula Sa Puso" (sori if i got it wrong). In fact ive been huntg high n low 4 tis drama but cant find it. Wonder wat it means??? Niway d storyline was superb n high in suspense, n i remember waitg in high anticipation for every episode... i wld even skip my class juz 2 catch em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i do agree wit hubby coz im easily affected by d characters n d unresolved issues. I must do a reality check...actually ntah apa ntah aku nak check, aku pon tatau. Corrupted? Ntah bila aku mkn rasuah ntah, mana ada corrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrupted mind, not really but dangerous mind is more like it (i like d sound of it)...hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-9148626416300323985?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/9148626416300323985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=9148626416300323985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/9148626416300323985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/9148626416300323985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/10/corrupted-mind.html' title='Corrupted Mind'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-3839834437205588358</id><published>2008-10-13T11:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:49:13.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kambing!</title><content type='html'>Kambing betol la diorang ni...&lt;br /&gt;Tatau la nak cakap aper...aku mual dgn diorg ni.&lt;br /&gt;Menyibuk je...loya, nak muntah, ntah apa-apa ntah.&lt;br /&gt;Y? how do u tell a person off?&lt;br /&gt;Tried many ways but none seems 2 work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fed-up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fedup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fedap aku!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FED-UP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tolong la...lama2 tgk korang aku muntah taik bole mati dehydrated tau! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Korang ni takde maknanye dlm kamus hidup aku dan dia...korang ni sedar la sikit, korang ni a BIG mistake...mistake sbb masa tu dia bongok dan tak sepatutnya buat mistake aka korang tu...sepatotnye korang tak wujud langsung...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GET LOST LAAAAAA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-3839834437205588358?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/3839834437205588358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=3839834437205588358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3839834437205588358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3839834437205588358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/10/kambing.html' title='Kambing!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-4000337048070534749</id><published>2008-10-13T10:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:34:15.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Attack!</title><content type='html'>Suddenly im on a hunt 4 food...dunno y...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u're thinkg....NO! Im not expectg...juz wanna enjoy wateva li'l xtra time i hav 2 enjoy my food wit hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, d start of term 4 was crazy...madness, i say u... such a short period of time (only 2 wks after a short term break) 2 revise n prepare our students wit wateva topics we r covering for d exams, wat wit d prelims for d sec 4 &amp;amp; 5 students, n by tat i mean more papers 2 grade even b4 d EOY exams starts...on top of tat, as if we r not stressed out, we hav Hari Raya juz ard d corner! So many things happening at one go...n to make things worst, its fastg mth 4 us muslims...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wey! mana ada energy la dey...sampai aku tak sempat nak prepare diri nak sambut raya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, u see, i dun even hav d time 2 talk, let alone...(fill in d blanks) wit my hubby...kesian kan, betol2 posa tau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niway, saturday nite, we went 2 our fav haunt...east coast. My tummy screaming 4 fried oyster. So we went 2 our regular stall (er..tak silap ke aku ni?) or issit d stall tat we frequent (thesaurus check, pls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256459189177846786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SPKxyFtIjAI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ujZuljl1E3E/s320/DSCF0631.JPG" border="0" /&gt; If u wanna go there, check out stall 38 which has tis big sign tat says "no pork, no lard"...ok la kan...diorg jual seafood la..., takkan diorg jual pig kan, tataula kalau pig 2 pandai swim pastu jadi seafood....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dia punya oyster soft n moist, d amt of chilli was juz rite...n d sambal dip was heavenly...&lt;br /&gt;had tat wit steaming kopi-katai...yum! Try la...gerenti hooked!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-4000337048070534749?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/4000337048070534749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=4000337048070534749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/4000337048070534749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/4000337048070534749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/10/food-attack.html' title='Food Attack!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SPKxyFtIjAI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ujZuljl1E3E/s72-c/DSCF0631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-8172974519981319444</id><published>2008-10-11T09:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:33:24.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat a Quacky Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;After sooooooo long....finally we managed 2 savour our fav dish...roasted duck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been scouting 4 a halal duck dish until we almost gif up...but then got info abt tis place at Mackenzie Rd (Selera Rest.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby n me hav been suppressing our craving 4 duck for a whole week...wat to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck at work wit all d papers 2 grade, EOY exams here so we hav not enuff time 2 sit n grade d papers peacefully coz we hav invigilation duties... So hubby suggested tat we hunt 4 tis duck on fri. U guessed it, for one whole week i was thinkg, dreamg, seeing duck where ever i go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256445143236594226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SPKlAgfxyjI/AAAAAAAAA3I/o0Gr5f2EG08/s320/DSCF0637.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tadaa...d succulent duck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;D minute we walked into d restaurant, i was almost drooling...rushed hubby 2 place order coz only ONE duck left hanging...no way im going 2 let anyone else take away wats mine!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256448376642803746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SPKn8t35GCI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/zMEZltB54lU/s320/DSCF0634.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;waiting in agony...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256448394341541122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SPKn9vzmZQI/AAAAAAAAA3o/s-u01mmYcyw/s320/DSCF0641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;get tat! kangkong belacan wit roasted duck!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256448375693717602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SPKn8qVnMGI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/nf_jY4CZTK4/s320/DSCF0638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256448388574927426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SPKn9aUu2kI/AAAAAAAAA3g/DweuYVYdxH0/s320/DSCF0639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once our order came, we juz cldnt resist...it tastes heavenly..!!! Pity they dun serve duck noodles... i wld luv 2 hav duck noodle...so i opted 4 second best...hongkong fried mee. Lookg at d fried mee remind me of d times (long, long time ago) i used 2 hang out wit my frens at Selera Cuppage. We wld hav our supper there rite b4 our nite out (clubg la, wat else? i was naive then...) How times hav changed...how we hav changed...how our desires hav changed... tsk..tsk..tsk...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256448393056349938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SPKn9rBL7vI/AAAAAAAAA3w/fHX3iNhcTmE/s320/DSCF0644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SPKobO5-vII/AAAAAAAAA34/jZpXlewwgUo/s1600-h/DSCF0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256448900906007682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SPKobO5-vII/AAAAAAAAA34/jZpXlewwgUo/s320/DSCF0646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Niway, as usual, i cld neva finish my meal...so hubby had to hit home run...neva fails 2 reserve tat li'l space in his stomach for my unfinished meals...(cam tong sampah lah jugak dekni...hehe...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was already full up 2 my nose...can hardly breathe...can hardly walk...so we had 2 wobble our way 2 d car...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SPKobaKjfrI/AAAAAAAAA4A/FeAnrblfT9w/s1600-h/DSCF0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256448903928315570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SPKobaKjfrI/AAAAAAAAA4A/FeAnrblfT9w/s320/DSCF0651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Supper was great, whacky n quacky...now i noe where 2 feed my craving for duck! Maybe next time we wld scout 4 braised duck or peking duck...noe where we can get nice, juicy, piece of tat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-8172974519981319444?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/8172974519981319444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=8172974519981319444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/8172974519981319444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/8172974519981319444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/10/wat-quacky-time.html' title='Wat a Quacky Time!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SPKlAgfxyjI/AAAAAAAAA3I/o0Gr5f2EG08/s72-c/DSCF0637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-7825679298968017349</id><published>2008-10-02T10:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:52:53.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Lebaran</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Suara takbir....&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;Eid Mubarak is here again. Alhamdulillah, we get 2 celebrate Hari Raya wit our loved ones. Neva noe wen will we hav tis chance again, tatau la thn depan jumpa lagi ke tak raya ni...isk, sedih dan sayu hati dgr takbir pd mlm raya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Apa pun, thn ni ok la sikit, tis year we r not going 2 JB 2 visit Bedah Cantik (me mom-in-law) coz she's moved back 2 Spore. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252378440757641106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SOQyXRNHf5I/AAAAAAAAA0U/5_3nnS9kXxk/s320/DSCF0512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On our way 2 mom's place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nasib baik la, kalau tak terpaksa nak meredah jem kat cosway...tak sanggup aku. Early2 morning we drove 2 my mom's place...mesti la rumah mak aku dulu wey, aku org penting mesti ada kat sana (yaya je...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252383282377786594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SOQ2xFpUBOI/AAAAAAAAA1U/XvJEebYp_Mo/s320/DSCF0517.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My 5 angels...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Raya tahun ni best jugak, ada org baru...Nour Matin. New addition 2 our family tis Raya but being a baby, all he does is sleep...no baju raya for him, maybe next year he'll be bergaya-ing like my kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SOQyXvhmHjI/AAAAAAAAA0k/lQWii2LuQrY/s1600-h/DSCF0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252378448896597554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SOQyXvhmHjI/AAAAAAAAA0k/lQWii2LuQrY/s320/DSCF0519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Food was great as usual, my mom's a great cook but i was not very hepi wit myself coz i didnt get 2 do much for tis raya coz im mostly stuck at work...but then again i managed 2 get d essentials ready, at least hari raya clothes for my kids n hubby...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252379172576138946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SOQzB3cPlsI/AAAAAAAAA08/xjUEUEE491w/s320/DSCF0514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SOQyXkwNkSI/AAAAAAAAA0s/esWvtaiLvxo/s1600-h/DSCF0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252378446005113122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SOQyXkwNkSI/AAAAAAAAA0s/esWvtaiLvxo/s320/DSCF0521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SOQyXqFH1-I/AAAAAAAAA00/WU4S6L4wcO0/s1600-h/DSCF0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252378447434995682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SOQyXqFH1-I/AAAAAAAAA00/WU4S6L4wcO0/s320/DSCF0560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My cousin n I (wit our first offsprings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom's place was jam packed as usual coz all our relatives wld come n gather2 kat situ sampai mlm, maklum mak aku yg tersenior. Tis year, our guests hav 2 self-serve emselves coz short of manpower...hehe...nevertheless, everytg was great n fun...especially d kids...Biasalah duit raya dapat, anak2 aku kembung poket, aku lak kempis cam deflated balloon...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252379177799857698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SOQzCK5rNiI/AAAAAAAAA1M/bc1MxJ9gkGs/s320/DSCF0562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gather-gather n makan-makan time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Niway, for more pics - click below :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/blackthots"&gt;http://profiles.friendster.com/blackthots&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maaf Zahir Batin dpd Me &amp;amp; Hubby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-7825679298968017349?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/7825679298968017349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=7825679298968017349&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/7825679298968017349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/7825679298968017349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/10/salam-lebaran.html' title='Salam Lebaran'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SOQyXRNHf5I/AAAAAAAAA0U/5_3nnS9kXxk/s72-c/DSCF0512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-8186151891012658339</id><published>2008-09-30T23:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:26:32.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Set!</title><content type='html'>Yipppeee....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after almost 72 hrs (drama la sikit) of slogging in d kitchen, we r ready for Eid Mubarak. No joke okies, i was trapped in d kitchen like wat, while my hubby was bundled up with janur (nak buat ketupat sendiri, wey), all 4 our loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam raya ni kalau bole aku nak sleep sampai besok pagi, tapi tak best la kan. Takde makna kalau hari raya tido memanjang. Kat tv tu mcm2 cerita ada. No way im gonna miz all d gd shows on tv on hari raya eve, plus its d perfect time (hehe...) 2 snuggle up 2 hubby.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252375761163616498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SOQv7S8HgPI/AAAAAAAAA0E/H46xeISwBVE/s320/DSCF0575.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Niway, we were both 2 tired 2 but were glad tat we've completed our chores.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252375760656483298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SOQv7RDNQ-I/AAAAAAAAA0M/pnnq14ouCiY/s320/DSCF0579.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mendapat anugerah dpd hubby kesayanganku... Luv u lots...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selamat Hari Raya!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-8186151891012658339?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/8186151891012658339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=8186151891012658339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/8186151891012658339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/8186151891012658339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/09/alls-done.html' title='All Set!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SOQv7S8HgPI/AAAAAAAAA0E/H46xeISwBVE/s72-c/DSCF0575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-3111711191178060247</id><published>2008-09-29T10:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:16:23.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya? I'll pass...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tis is me...well, camni la kondisyen aku skarang ni...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mata manja - mengantuk, kalau bole nak ta-ya-dal-wau-ro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sleeeeepyyyyyyy.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SOBEvBead_I/AAAAAAAAAy8/5yjQV31pjRg/s1600-h/DSC00793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251272740154537970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SOBEvBead_I/AAAAAAAAAy8/5yjQV31pjRg/s320/DSC00793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looked all over Geylang for these - janur (young coconut leaves) til 1 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251283871627562738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SOBO29cZTvI/AAAAAAAAAz8/BLMfDK-YZlk/s320/janur.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Tis is a must during Eid Mubarak...well, for Malay/Muslims in tis region, KETUPAT (rice cake??) is made from weaving these leaves into ketupat casing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251272740643365074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SOBEvDS9YNI/AAAAAAAAAzM/uLpkAZW4bFA/s320/kerongsong+ketupat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ketupat casing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251277573132210914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SOBJIVuFUuI/AAAAAAAAAzs/51JSGwvpWS8/s320/ketupat.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;cooked ketupat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ketupat is best eaten wit Opor Ayam, Rendang, Sambal Goreng or even Sambal Tunis Sotong... Yum! Oooh...not forgetg Serunding. Every household must have these ketupat n special dishes during this special day....But of course, it means a lot if u did fast during Ramadhan. Coz some pple juz dun gif s*** abt fastg but they r d 1st ones 2 celebrate Eid Mubarak. They wld shop n snap up everytg they laid their eyes upon like there's no tomorrow. Sheesshh...khinzir lah diorg ni... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251283219989423922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SOBORB5wZzI/AAAAAAAAAz0/YXXTxYz_6Lo/s320/ketupat1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Niway, we bertawaf (circled) d place like 4 thousand times til we finally found tis old lady sitting along d pathway...since d carpark was jammed like wat, wat, wat, i was made 2 sit n wait in d car while hubby dashed 2 get those janur. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Got home like abt 12 -1am, n yet cant sleep coz i had 2 get d ingredients ready 2 cook all d dishes. Tu cuma siapkan bahan-bahan masak je, masaknye belom lagi tu... After all d peelg, washg, cutting, grinding n more peelg, washg, grinding...phew! it was finally over @ 3am, got all d basic ingredients nicely packed n stored in d fridge, all this while hubby was bz weaving d ketupat n singing along 2 d Hari Raya songs played on local radio (cam kul 3 ptg pulak dekni).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cldn't take it any longer, else i'll doze off in d kitchen, i dragged my feet, body all aching, kiz hubby gd nite n hit d sack. Tried 2 sleep but lagu raya menghantui telinga n hati adalah terlonjak-lonjak ikut nyanyi sama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, now @ work mata terkebil-kebil, adjustg 2 reality, tryg 2 stay awake, if only i cld hav coffee...posa ek. Hari Raya in 2 days time...excited? I'll pass. Sleep is my agenda.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-3111711191178060247?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/3111711191178060247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=3111711191178060247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3111711191178060247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3111711191178060247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/09/hari-raya-ill-pass.html' title='Hari Raya? I&apos;ll pass...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SOBEvBead_I/AAAAAAAAAy8/5yjQV31pjRg/s72-c/DSC00793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-1494156530939523230</id><published>2008-09-26T10:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:17:59.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>15 Sept 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, Baby Matin....&lt;br /&gt;Tak sabar eh nak sambut raya???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new addition to d family....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SNxF9vtMndI/AAAAAAAAAys/CG1azxNwqY8/s1600-h/DSCF0477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250148192687529426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SNxF9vtMndI/AAAAAAAAAys/CG1azxNwqY8/s400/DSCF0477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SNxF9mP96KI/AAAAAAAAAy0/D3giVlRP9W8/s1600-h/DSCF0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250148190149011618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SNxF9mP96KI/AAAAAAAAAy0/D3giVlRP9W8/s400/DSCF0471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, now there r 4 boys n many, many gals....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-1494156530939523230?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/1494156530939523230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=1494156530939523230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/1494156530939523230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/1494156530939523230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SNxF9vtMndI/AAAAAAAAAys/CG1azxNwqY8/s72-c/DSCF0477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-301781614884800067</id><published>2008-09-26T08:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T09:04:37.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Ler...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SNwzWrO2IkI/AAAAAAAAAyk/cLOuWEpXgwo/s1600-h/ScrambledEgg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250127730262286914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SNwzWrO2IkI/AAAAAAAAAyk/cLOuWEpXgwo/s400/ScrambledEgg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brain's all scrambled n fried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wey...eid mubarak is juz a few days away, but im still stuck wit lotsa work to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EOY exams is here, hav lotsa papers to grade, in fact i had juz done grading d prelim exam papers which ended like last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, im rushing to get d exam papers ready. N yet nothing is done or ready for eid mubarak. Nothing...my home is like a war zone coz didnt hav d time 2 do any cleaning up or sprucing up my place for d festive season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, i do not noe how d hell im gonna get d festive meals ready...C, i hav 2 work til d eve of hari raya, n hari raya meals r no joke okies... it's always like u r cookg for d entire community...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally, i wld prepare d "Opor Ayam", "Sambal Goreng Pengantin" (a must!), "Sambal Tumis Sotong", n "Sayur Lodeh" for d lontong. Oo, not forgetting we also need 2 prepare d Ketupat. But how la wey am i gonna do all tat????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Konfem aku bole mati berdiri camni...   Wat more? i still need 2 think of wat to eat for break fasting tonite... Ai-yi-yi-yi-yi....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-301781614884800067?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/301781614884800067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=301781614884800067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/301781614884800067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/301781614884800067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/09/stress-ler.html' title='Stress Ler...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SNwzWrO2IkI/AAAAAAAAAyk/cLOuWEpXgwo/s72-c/ScrambledEgg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-3620625558191491704</id><published>2008-09-02T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:01:08.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geeks &amp; Punks</title><content type='html'>Yup, tat's d theme for tis year's trs day dinner @ BBCS Club. A nite of Punks &amp;amp; Geeks. U either dressed up as a punk or a geek, well, needless to say i came as a punk. But then again, i think i was juz very casual coz i dun feel like dressing up. I dunno y but im juz not in d mood for anytg after my trip 2 m'sia. Maybe i was worn out after d long ride (10 hrs, okies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzTbEDZIEI/AAAAAAAAAj8/S_Wg0B7XjbM/s1600-h/DSCF0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241296528250314818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzTbEDZIEI/AAAAAAAAAj8/S_Wg0B7XjbM/s400/DSCF0343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp;amp; Diyana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzTbGUn_cI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ho6T93E5El0/s1600-h/DSCF0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241296528859463106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzTbGUn_cI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ho6T93E5El0/s400/DSCF0342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp;amp; Mus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzTbQau0jI/AAAAAAAAAkM/7jRGY4jjxcQ/s1600-h/DSCF0344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241296531569431090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzTbQau0jI/AAAAAAAAAkM/7jRGY4jjxcQ/s400/DSCF0344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp;amp; Hock Beng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzTbdBbQbI/AAAAAAAAAkU/jTcOEReAhAI/s1600-h/DSCF0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241296534952952242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzTbdBbQbI/AAAAAAAAAkU/jTcOEReAhAI/s400/DSCF0345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Singing my heart out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But tis year, i sang during d dinner. I dunno y i wanted 2 sing tat nite, im juz feeling a li'l blue after d trip coz i realised tat i miz my hubby so much during tat trip. N when i got back frm d trip, i didnt get d chance 2 cozy up 2 my hubby n snuggle him coz my time was taken up by activities lined-up for teachers day celeb n dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Niway, im lookg forward 2 d fasting month, ramadhan...so puasa tau, jgn tak puasa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Salamz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-3620625558191491704?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/3620625558191491704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=3620625558191491704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3620625558191491704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3620625558191491704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/09/geeks-punks.html' title='Geeks &amp; Punks'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzTbEDZIEI/AAAAAAAAAj8/S_Wg0B7XjbM/s72-c/DSCF0343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-979306212616944698</id><published>2008-09-02T13:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:43:48.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trs Day Celebration</title><content type='html'>29.8.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah...d day when students show their appreciation to their teachers. Well, i was touched by d gesture shown by my students, esp my form class 2A2. They really came together as a class and prepared quite a spread for me. They had brought along fried rice, muffins, spring roll, etc. To be frank, to hear them say 'thank you' is enuff for us teachers. But when they went out of their way to celebrate tat day wit their teachers, it is very, very touching for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzQpZmIjlI/AAAAAAAAAj0/2T3c6kgGuas/s1600-h/DSCF0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241293476016459346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzQpZmIjlI/AAAAAAAAAj0/2T3c6kgGuas/s400/DSCF0333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, not forgetting my ex-students whom i will neva forget til i grow old. To see them made something of themselves was pure satisfaction for me. When they return to see their 'old' teacher it really means tat im not forgotten. Maybe i hav touched 'em in small ways tat made 'em remember me.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzQaN4n_6I/AAAAAAAAAjM/aa-ccv1Jrx4/s1600-h/DSCF0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzQaRjJx6I/AAAAAAAAAjU/UITbwB0RCHA/s1600-h/DSCF0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241293216158435234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzQaRjJx6I/AAAAAAAAAjU/UITbwB0RCHA/s400/DSCF0328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzQaWQ2A2I/AAAAAAAAAjc/E-JMrlraabo/s1600-h/DSCF0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241293217423819618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzQaWQ2A2I/AAAAAAAAAjc/E-JMrlraabo/s400/DSCF0335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzQaky3XCI/AAAAAAAAAjk/F1Of8E4njNg/s1600-h/DSCF0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241293221324610594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzQaky3XCI/AAAAAAAAAjk/F1Of8E4njNg/s400/DSCF0336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzQanGufdI/AAAAAAAAAjs/18Zje_MpCRU/s1600-h/DSCF0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241293221944786386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzQanGufdI/AAAAAAAAAjs/18Zje_MpCRU/s400/DSCF0339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To all my students, i wanna thank you very much for lighting up my life n brighten up my days. Your silly jokes sumtimes dont make sense to me but nevertheless they neva fail to make me smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-979306212616944698?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/979306212616944698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=979306212616944698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/979306212616944698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/979306212616944698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/09/trs-day-celebration.html' title='Trs Day Celebration'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzQpZmIjlI/AAAAAAAAAj0/2T3c6kgGuas/s72-c/DSCF0333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-2859413457814171456</id><published>2008-09-02T13:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:32:02.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip 2 M'sia 23-27 Aug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woohoo...Last week was great, tiring but fun. W3 cluster ML teachers went on a learning journey to Kelantan &amp;amp; Terengganu. We departed from Spore at 6 pm by coach via 2ndlink 2 M'sia. It was an eye-opening trip 4 me coz we got 2 visit 2 schools (1 in Kelantan, 1 in Terengganu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241286199843995474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzKB3vbv1I/AAAAAAAAAis/iSvuxCMz3Q8/s400/DSCF0176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tis grp of trs tat went on tis trip was a colorful lot. We bonded in no time n we got closer by d sec. I got 2 see d other side of em, well, normally when we meet, there is some degree of formality but during tis trip we really let loose...erm..dun get me wrong, i mean we let our hair down. We got 2 be ourselves n enjoyed d company.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241289126795228722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzMsPe_NjI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ryLTZ2EiGDk/s400/DSCF0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In Kelantan we put up @ tis new hotel by d river. It was okay, tho its not 5* but still comfy. Well, we had a blast eating session in Kelantan. Im not very adventurous when it comes 2 food, but tis time round i tried d local delicacies n its not 2 bad...sweet, sweet, sweet, not really my taste. But i was in heaven coz d keropok lekor were juz mmmm.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzKCMcXo5I/AAAAAAAAAi0/wxTNxlKrRCI/s1600-h/DSCF0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241286205401179026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzKCMcXo5I/AAAAAAAAAi0/wxTNxlKrRCI/s400/DSCF0231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The accomodation in Terengganu is superb...wit breath-taking view of d sea, i wished i was there wit my hubby. Tho we had lots of activities lined-up, we still had a chance 2 enjoy d view n d breeze @ d resort. Ooh...i wanna go back there sooon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzKCPdhWpI/AAAAAAAAAi8/iuag4Ka3DLU/s1600-h/DSCF0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241286206211316370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzKCPdhWpI/AAAAAAAAAi8/iuag4Ka3DLU/s400/DSCF0305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, 5d4n trip is too short n I really hope tat we can get 2 do tat again next yr (wit d same grp of trs). Actually, i can neva get enuff of M'sia, esp Terengganu &amp;amp; Kelantan...they really have a lot to offer... i'll be back!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For more pics, click on my "blackboard" under Blacklinks in d sidebar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cheerios!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-2859413457814171456?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/2859413457814171456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=2859413457814171456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2859413457814171456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2859413457814171456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/09/trip-2-msia-23-27-aug.html' title='Trip 2 M&apos;sia 23-27 Aug'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SLzKB3vbv1I/AAAAAAAAAis/iSvuxCMz3Q8/s72-c/DSCF0176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-2607146573225780777</id><published>2008-08-22T06:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:14:45.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids R Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;09.08.2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On National Day, I took my kids out d whole day. It's been awhile since we get 2 spend a whole day 2gether. Been bz wit work, what's more my son is bz preparing for his PSLE, important year for him.&lt;br /&gt;Niway, we had lunch @ East Coast Park where my kids were excited coz all they wanted 2 do is 2 ride on their bikes. So after we've tucked into a gd lunch, we headed straight 2 rent d bikes. They had so much fun n got burnt by d sun, but kids r kids...they dun care, they juz wanna run free. I got burnt a bit but its okay. D sun is really scorching nowadays, unlike 10, 20 years ago when u can go under d sun for hours n wont get scorched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK3tVpWjQsI/AAAAAAAAAf8/n4IwRO0hM5g/s1600-h/DSCF0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237102897835229890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK3tVpWjQsI/AAAAAAAAAf8/n4IwRO0hM5g/s400/DSCF0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237109557836774386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK3zZTyp-_I/AAAAAAAAAhE/qk_gT1VFxTg/s400/DSCF0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237109560477403586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK3zZdoOycI/AAAAAAAAAg8/-WYnz1A7chs/s400/DSCF0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237109553393128482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK3zZDPNVCI/AAAAAAAAAg0/aZZYPNrr8RQ/s400/DSCF0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237113115047653202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK32oXb0b1I/AAAAAAAAAic/Z5y08Z4Z5qQ/s400/DSCF0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237109567180071762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK3zZ2mRY1I/AAAAAAAAAhU/cpgReSRc_yE/s400/DSCF0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237112799038226722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK32V-NTQSI/AAAAAAAAAiU/mrN9sIEn5AA/s400/DSCF0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After we had fun @ d beach, we needed 2 cool down, so i suggested we headed down to T3. Anytg 2 get out of d hot sun, n furthermore my kids juz luv watchg d aircrafts taking off + d airconditioning was heavenly...we had a great time browsing thru d terminal n planned 2 go there again for dinner sumtime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK3tWD75nBI/AAAAAAAAAgM/sgQYhqPOk8A/s1600-h/DSCF0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237102904971205650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK3tWD75nBI/AAAAAAAAAgM/sgQYhqPOk8A/s400/DSCF0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237110025100369538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK3z0ge-noI/AAAAAAAAAhk/VC1EyrglPk0/s400/DSCF0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK3tWQTKcSI/AAAAAAAAAgU/vgqCSfSvxDM/s1600-h/DSCF0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237102908290003234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK3tWQTKcSI/AAAAAAAAAgU/vgqCSfSvxDM/s400/DSCF0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK3tWuc0U8I/AAAAAAAAAgc/YajoDf3zsdg/s1600-h/DSCF0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237102916383560642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK3tWuc0U8I/AAAAAAAAAgc/YajoDf3zsdg/s400/DSCF0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then time for dinner, we wanted 2 try sumthing different. U noe kids will neva get sick of fast food but i believe my kids r old enuff 2 appreciate good meals. So, i took em 2 Sakura Int'l Buffet @ Clementi Woods. It was pricey but its worth it. They enjoyed d freedom of having 2 eat wateva they hearts desire...they were really tucking in all d food, especially d ice-creams.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237103164029942194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK3tlJAUObI/AAAAAAAAAgk/wCgdofEj3sM/s400/DSCF0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237110491389824946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK30PpjDD7I/AAAAAAAAAiE/sbBV71NKhj4/s400/DSCF0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237110031205086354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK3z03OdNJI/AAAAAAAAAhs/BHEescxqYF0/s400/DSCF0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237112497736342738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK32EbxVXNI/AAAAAAAAAiM/2PkybXfzJVs/s400/DSCF0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237110035561456610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK3z1HdGI-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/5yR0m2ra-ho/s400/DSCF0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237110029805308466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK3z0yAuSjI/AAAAAAAAAh0/3ObYfHdUpvc/s400/DSCF0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237103167370313906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK3tlVcuQLI/AAAAAAAAAgs/FRbZ8t_D20A/s400/DSCF0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Neva seem 2 tire emselves, they wanted 2 hang out n have more fun, tho its already near 2 10pm. But i promised em tat we can do tat again soon, rite after their exams. In fact they r already planning for d next outing. I felt so alive after being a zombie, bogged down by work n problems tat sumtimes i forget 2 look into myself, tat li'l kid is still in me sumwhere buried by life miseries...I wanna be free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas where else we can hav fun? (not much choice for kids here) &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/11248746-2607146573225780777?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/2607146573225780777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=2607146573225780777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2607146573225780777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2607146573225780777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/08/kids-r-us.html' title='Kids R Us'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK3tVpWjQsI/AAAAAAAAAf8/n4IwRO0hM5g/s72-c/DSCF0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-458287470336856087</id><published>2008-08-21T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:55:21.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly, All's Gone...</title><content type='html'>Dunno where 2 start. Niway, tis past few days i was feelg kinda angry, or issit frustrated. I dunno but i do feel heated up easily...at d slightest comment/slip-up/mistake, i wld flare like a forest fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe im 2 sensitive or 2 self-centred...either way i believe i hav d rite 2 feel whichever i damn please...make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back 2 how i deal wit my emotions...u see, wen u luv someone wit all ur heart n 2 u he/she is ur universe, u tend 2 get a li'l possessive, but then again i feel tat u hav a rite 2 feel tat way. Niway, sumhow, tis person whom u adored so much wld unknowingly/bluntly hurt u wit li'l acts or words tat hit juz d rite spot in ur heart n it wld break into a million pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, tis person doesn't noe tat, coz he/she thinks nothing of what he/she had said...d fact tat it was not meant for him/her. Nyampah kan org yg cakap ikut sedap mulut dia je, tak fikir org kecik hati ke tersinggung ke tertonggeng ke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..backtrack...sumtimes u feel left out or neglected even tho u noe tat he/she wld neva do anytg like tat to u or wld dare to do anytg like tat sort to u...But, some other person wld then come into d picture, n tis is d person tat really gets under ur skin...juz d sight of it irks u n aggravates u n u fall deeper into resentment towards ur better half (coz ur better half noes tat u cant stand d sight of this creep n it keeps creeping back n u juz wish u cld crush it but ur better half juz cldnt do it coz somehow it is related to ur better half). Lagi aku nyampah org yg camni pasal tak sedar diri yg org tak suka kat dia meluat kat dia, tlg la mata aku sakit hati aku sakit tgk muka kau tau tak? Laki aku ni pon satu bila nak paham yg aku muak jelak mual jijik tgk org itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wat do u do? U lashed it out on ur better half n things get out of hand until u both get burnt. Then u get more angry n frustrated coz now both of u r not on talkg terms n u cursed each other while tat creep's laffing its ass off now tat u both r at war! Damn u creep! I wish...(will it cme true?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...now im losing it. I dunno wat im gonna do next or how im gonna react but one thing i do noe is tat we r not gonna kiz n make up...y? dunno. juz noe tat it's not gonna happen so soon...maybe after im gone, maybe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-458287470336856087?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/458287470336856087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=458287470336856087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/458287470336856087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/458287470336856087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/08/suddenly-alls-gone.html' title='Suddenly, All&apos;s Gone...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-193053021611949080</id><published>2008-08-21T14:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:39:02.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We R S'pore</title><content type='html'>08.08.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tat time of d year again...where everywhere u go, u will see RED! Yup, from morning til late noon, u wld neva miss seeing loads of students in red tops! As it's d eve of our national day, we r encouraged 2 burn tat patriotism in our students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tis year, my sch had planned a wonderful activity for our students. D whole sch headed down 2 S'pore Discovery Ctr. Lotsa activities line up for d students n teachers 2 enjoy. In fact, i had a great time wit my students in d amazing race. Here r d pics.... Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK0LwiN6ipI/AAAAAAAAAfU/YUK5NLKZH-U/s1600-h/DSCF0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236854870148549266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK0LwiN6ipI/AAAAAAAAAfU/YUK5NLKZH-U/s400/DSCF0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My 2A2 Kitties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK0LwpA3U0I/AAAAAAAAAfc/1VVYZRUWBT8/s1600-h/DSCF0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236854871972860738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK0LwpA3U0I/AAAAAAAAAfc/1VVYZRUWBT8/s400/DSCF0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK0LwxGEGkI/AAAAAAAAAfk/bE2368tSSLQ/s1600-h/DSCF0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236854874142153282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK0LwxGEGkI/AAAAAAAAAfk/bE2368tSSLQ/s400/DSCF0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't wait 2 get eir hands on d guns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK0LxDoHLkI/AAAAAAAAAfs/6SNy3V89H6g/s1600-h/DSCF0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236854879116799554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK0LxDoHLkI/AAAAAAAAAfs/6SNy3V89H6g/s400/DSCF0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK0LxJfAetI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Xl--OLjN3xE/s1600-h/DSCF0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236854880689224402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK0LxJfAetI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Xl--OLjN3xE/s400/DSCF0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Red = Danger, or is it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-193053021611949080?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/193053021611949080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=193053021611949080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/193053021611949080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/193053021611949080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-r-spore.html' title='We R S&apos;pore'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SK0LwiN6ipI/AAAAAAAAAfU/YUK5NLKZH-U/s72-c/DSCF0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-6421946518991419230</id><published>2008-08-01T10:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:11:04.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bukti...Walau Nyata...</title><content type='html'>Fell in luv wit tis song d 1st time i heard it on Sinar FM (radio mesia).&lt;br /&gt;Not d melody but d lyrics...sgt puitis n penuh makna...an evocative song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apatah nak ku gembira, tersenyum pun paksa&lt;/em&gt;...cam pernah aku rasa, sampai niari pun ada gak rasa sket. Ntah apa aku pun tak tau, tapi kalau dgr lagu ni, gerenti dada aku sesak, rasa2 cam takde org syg kat aku, cam aku sorang yg tinggal kat dunia ni...ntah apa2 ntah...tapi lagu ni feel betol la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smlm dgr lagu ni lagi, kat dlm kreta time hubby aku drive. So aku ikut nyanyi la...nak2 part2 metafora...sampai hubby aku jeling2, gerenti dlm kpala otak dia, dia nyesal dpt bini sewel cam aku. Tapi takpe, aku terus nyanyi sampai kat rumah dia tanya "betol ke mas tak hepi, senyum pun paksa? abg sori eh..." Eh? apsal lak dekni, tiba2 je jadi sensitif...aku tak tau la. Tapi u listen n figure it out urself...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/rUC7p9QYcj"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/rUC7p9QYcj" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/acoyzz/music/SZLT57kD/fiq_bukti/"&gt;Bukti - Fiq&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-6421946518991419230?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/6421946518991419230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=6421946518991419230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/6421946518991419230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/6421946518991419230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/08/bukti-fiq_6022.html' title='Bukti...Walau Nyata...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-5840695474405315039</id><published>2008-07-31T06:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T06:58:42.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those were d days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SJDx_g38xqI/AAAAAAAAAfM/KVhluhR0TlM/s1600-h/National+Library--+They+took+this+away+from+us+where+we+used+to+play++after+school+in+Stamford+Road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228945240835802786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SJDx_g38xqI/AAAAAAAAAfM/KVhluhR0TlM/s400/National+Library--+They+took+this+away+from+us+where+we+used+to+play++after+school+in+Stamford+Road.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SJDtsf-iooI/AAAAAAAAAfE/JBNUcs4gqMI/s1600-h/National+Library--+They+took+this+away+from+us+where+we+used+to+play++after+school+in+Stamford+Road.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was browsing thru d net wen i came upon tis pic of d national library. Tis brought back fun memories of my frens n i wen were slogging 4 our exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tis was where we used 2 hang out 4 a cup of steaming kopi-tiam style coffee, thick black aromatic coffee...n alwez we wld share a plate of rojak mamak n mee goreng, n we wld joked n laughed n teased each other. Most of d time we wld share our problems, we wld cry 2gether n consoled one another, not forgetg we wld listen, juz listen 2 wat our frens had 2 say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were young then but not innocent coz we had our share of ups n downs...I rmmbr d day wen i was really down wit some family probs n i wld share my tears n sorrows 2 frens who wld juz listen, not saying anytg, but wld spare all d time they had wit me...i was nvr alone, nvr lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sumtimes, we wld make plans n catch a show or 2, or we wld juz sit back n watched d day went by, n together we wld make our way 2 places where we can juz be together, holdg on 2 one another 4 as long as time permits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, d library is no more, but d memories stays wit me...frens cme n go, some stay while others gone, lives forever changing yet d memories will alwez remain...juz like d old library, storage of archives stashed n concealed sumwhere, waitg 2 be discovered, revealed like an old dark secret...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those were d days, long gone yet still lingers in my mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-5840695474405315039?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/5840695474405315039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=5840695474405315039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5840695474405315039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5840695474405315039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/07/those-were-d-days.html' title='Those were d days...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SJDx_g38xqI/AAAAAAAAAfM/KVhluhR0TlM/s72-c/National+Library--+They+took+this+away+from+us+where+we+used+to+play++after+school+in+Stamford+Road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-3252108778822943048</id><published>2008-07-25T13:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T18:04:45.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Mad or Mad?</title><content type='html'>Dunno wat got into me. I pitied my class coz i waz blazing tis past few wks. Cld it be tat i was bogged down wit work or some ******* trying 2 ruin my life...as in MY LIFE. Or cld it be tat my expectation of my students is 2 high, tat i failed 2 see they r in d process of learning n in tat process, they r bound 2 make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shld allow em 2 make mistakes...i mean, success is wen u make mistakes n u learn frm it, not repeat d same mistakes, turn ard n build up on ur strengths. Success is simply wen u succeed in getting out of ur failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I felt bad after rapping on my students. But, they noe tat all i wan is 4 em 2 persevere n not gif up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookg at their faces, i realised tat their success is my responsibility as well. So, today, i gave em a huge ear-to-ear smile n i laughed at their jokes, even at my own expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to my 2A2 kitties, i luv u all lots.... juz hang in there n work wit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-3252108778822943048?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/3252108778822943048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=3252108778822943048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3252108778822943048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3252108778822943048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/07/am-i-mad-or-mad.html' title='Am I Mad or Mad?'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-1955513427874057569</id><published>2008-07-25T11:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:09:40.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark It!</title><content type='html'>Yeay...1st wk of term 3 was great. Managed to participate in d cluster language fiesta. I'd nominated 4 students frm sec 3 to rep our sch in d competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1st they were quite unsure whether they can do it. After class, i pulled em aside n sat wit em 4 awhile. Gave em some ideas 4 their short-story writing comp, gave em tips on d rite theme, plot n put in some twist 2 their stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They emel me their stories, did some checkg on their grammar n gave em d green lite. Submitted their entries n prayed for d best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, received gd news, we came in 1st in d language quiz n 2nd in short-story writing comp. I was excited n proud of my students. Honoured em in front of d whole sch. We hav made a mark in our cluster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK U, Mazidayu, Amalina, Amira &amp;amp; Rasyidah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tis will be an inspiration 2 all my students 2 take up any challenge tat may cme along their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-1955513427874057569?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/1955513427874057569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=1955513427874057569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/1955513427874057569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/1955513427874057569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/07/mark-it.html' title='Mark It!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-9136287420964562237</id><published>2008-07-25T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T11:09:33.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOUCHY...STUPID ANONYMOUS...</title><content type='html'>NO SENSE IN GETTING WORKED UP IF U R NOT STUPID...UNLESS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANONYMOUS, U &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; STUPID!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-9136287420964562237?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/9136287420964562237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=9136287420964562237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/9136287420964562237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/9136287420964562237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/07/buzz-off.html' title='TOUCHY...STUPID ANONYMOUS...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-7338942511759465630</id><published>2008-07-04T13:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T13:45:31.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookg Time...!</title><content type='html'>Ever heard of Asam Pedas???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 2 those outside of Spore, asam pedas is a Malay dish tat is soooo hot...main ingredient : dried chillies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been 2 neighbouring country b4, n heard tat at some place they served d best asam pedas. So, we (my hubby n i) tried to locate d place n was eager 2 find out juz how special their asam pedas is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk..tsk..tsk...sad to say, it was nowhere near our asam pedas in Spore...home made, babe!&lt;br /&gt;Sharing my expertise...here's how i cook asam pedas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic ingredients: dried chillies, onions (india mari daa...), garlics, slice of ginger, tumeric, belacan (shrimp paste daa...)...n of course...fresh fish...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219024695738332146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SG2zTyd5c_I/AAAAAAAAAeE/elh15otzMhU/s320/DSC00694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219024701899356690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SG2zUJazOhI/AAAAAAAAAeM/TjgUXuCSYU4/s320/DSC00692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grind all the ingredients n tumis (err...in english...fry in small amt of oil), sori if its not accurate...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219025236085524962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SG2zzPatSeI/AAAAAAAAAes/ZAKZfcKzpaA/s320/DSC00717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SG2zzINqWnI/AAAAAAAAAek/EcwfftGdkZg/s1600-h/DSC00720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219025234151758450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SG2zzINqWnI/AAAAAAAAAek/EcwfftGdkZg/s320/DSC00720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once, d chilli paste is cooked, u will notice d change in d color-frm bright red 2 darker shade... then u add sum tamarind juice n leave it to simmer....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219024699571436498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SG2zUAvx-9I/AAAAAAAAAec/ry2E71yqGfg/s320/DSC00719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh, i forgot abt d fish...d best fish is ikan duri...err...english term, dunno wat its called...u can get stingray or catfish...sama je la... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219024698589449266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SG2zT9FqDDI/AAAAAAAAAd8/WZTfwzzqShE/s320/DSC00721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tgk tu...aku cuci ikan sampai putih bersih hingga menciut... Add in d fish n daun kesom (herbs)... lagi-lagi aku tatau apa nama dia dlm bahasa omputih...lantak la...korang letak la apa-apa herbs...add salt to taste...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219024702113772994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SG2zUKN69cI/AAAAAAAAAeU/I8Pl2xSU48g/s320/DSC00715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SG2zzAlriJI/AAAAAAAAAe0/qGH-toE9-iM/s1600-h/DSC00723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219025232105015442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SG2zzAlriJI/AAAAAAAAAe0/qGH-toE9-iM/s320/DSC00723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taadaa...it's ready...Takyah la letak mcm2 daun ke serai ke lengkuas ke...mana korang blaja letak sume sampah sarap tu??? Haaa...nak tau mari la Spore, asam pedas kat mana-mana ada jual...tinggal sedap ngan tidak je...Tak bleh lawan home made punye...Jgn main-main, ni resipi org lama...asli Melayu Spura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la, lepas ni nak masak gulai padang lak...pun asli tau dari mak mertua aku....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-7338942511759465630?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/7338942511759465630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=7338942511759465630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/7338942511759465630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/7338942511759465630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/07/cookg-time.html' title='Cookg Time...!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SG2zTyd5c_I/AAAAAAAAAeE/elh15otzMhU/s72-c/DSC00694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-5303395682488514355</id><published>2008-07-04T12:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T13:16:00.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hols Gone!!!</title><content type='html'>Yikes! I think im in a time warp or zone or sumthg...One min it's d start of d sch hols, next min im back in sch. Sheesh, time flew by so damn quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niway, my hols was not tat great. My mom had a fracture in her right foot. Rmbr d swollen foot? Turned out, it wasn't ghout or anytg to do wit her diabetes, its coz by some sprain she had a few mths back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, her right leg (up 2 her knee) was in cast. Had 2 go back n forth, cook n care 4 d whole family...It was juz d beginning of d sch hols...so tiring n i did not get 2 catch up on my sleeeeeepppp.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219021569944407218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SG2wd1-jTLI/AAAAAAAAAds/9QYOQya3NMk/s320/DSC00739.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The waiting game...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219021195437470962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SG2wIC1I9PI/AAAAAAAAAdc/bOaZbUUIS9s/s320/DSC00738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10 mins...hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niway, dun u juz hate having 2 wait for hrs in hospitals? We were there from 11am til 6.30 pm, n when u r there wit kids who juz cant stop goin in n out of d cafeteria, cheers n frequently visitg d vending machines, u will end up in d A&amp;amp;E...sucked dry of ur $$$...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumhow my kids hav found ways 2 keep em occupied...they had fun wit d water dispenser n helped emselves 2 d complimentary bowl of apples, i shld say bowls coz d staff there had 2 refill d bowls countless times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219021672012750882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SG2wjyNioCI/AAAAAAAAAd0/sPitJq86AHQ/s320/DSC00741.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219021429336471746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SG2wVqLAeMI/AAAAAAAAAdk/KkaPlhfICNg/s320/DSC00734.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Aaarrggghh...maybe i will be back at d hospital soon...at least my sleep wont be disturbed anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-5303395682488514355?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/5303395682488514355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=5303395682488514355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5303395682488514355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5303395682488514355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/07/hols-gone.html' title='Hols Gone!!!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SG2wd1-jTLI/AAAAAAAAAds/9QYOQya3NMk/s72-c/DSC00739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-4680416008329149042</id><published>2008-05-26T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T19:54:11.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippee...!</title><content type='html'>Sch hols officially starts 2day! Well, at least 4 me coz Sat i was down 4 office duty. Besides, i had d last intensive lesson 4 my students taking 'O' level exam. So, 2day i was supposed 2 wake up late BUT i had 2 go 2 sch coz my students r sitting 4 their paper 2day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a gd n caring n dedicated n committed teacher...(applause!) i reached sch at 8am 2 give moral support 2 my students. I was nervous n certainly stressed out. I hope 4 my students 2 do well as we had gone thru 5 mths of intensive lessons...it was a torture 4 em but i noe tat it did em gd. They hav improved tremendously n im sure they can do it. They'd better, else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2day is a gd day. Got hme ard 2pm n took a long shower. Again my hubby didnt take his lunch wit him coz he got up late. How i envy him...called hubby, hadnt had anytg 2 eat. So, since i had a lot of time in my hand, decided 2 prepare fried rice mdm mas style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tasted great n hot coz i put lotsa chillies. Hubby was hepi coz he luvs fried rice. Im hepier coz hols is here! Well, actually, wed n thurs r bz days 4 us teachers. We r having  Staff  Retreat  on  these  2  days,  n  d  best part abt tis is d Car Rally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im teaming up wit Bryan, Surya, Diyana n Rozana. Great team n we r gonna win tis time! Cant wait! Will update wen d fun is over. Til then, im catching up on my sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-4680416008329149042?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/4680416008329149042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=4680416008329149042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/4680416008329149042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/4680416008329149042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/05/yippee.html' title='Yippee...!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-2421619267755772240</id><published>2008-05-26T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T18:47:34.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonggong!</title><content type='html'>Nope! Not talkg abt tat shelly seafood, or issit shellfood? Niway i was a gonggong - translate into gone bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was like a big roller coaster ride 4 me. Final week of Sem 1, post-exam activities were whirring ard, made me feel like im in a blender. Everytg was like mixed up and mashed like wat,wat,wat...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bz getting ard d MT intensive (mock-exams) for d graduating classes, n then d Mass CIP activity 4 d whole sch...can u believe im in-charge of these 2 major events!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of tat, preparing holiday assignments 4 my students--i swear i was on auto-mode. Didnt stop 2 think, juz move along @ high speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back 2 being a gonggong--on Fri, as usual, after getting my hubby's meal ready for d day, n tat was like at 5am, i rushed off 2 work after putting d rice 2 cook in d rice cooker. It's only 5.30am but im like zooming off 2 space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 2 sch, n got bz til abt 3pm, Meet-the-Parents session so obviously lotsa parents ard all over in sch. Neva had 2 talk so much, but tats wat we normally do during MTP. Parents want 2 know how their kids r doing in sch, or y their results r not satisfying, etc,etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long, tiring day, drove home n hit d shower almost immediately. After tat, i rummaged my kitchen 2 see if there's anytg left 4 me 2 munch. I was surprised 2 see tat my hubby didnt touch d dish i'd prepared earlier. It was back in d fridge n even d rice pot was not out on d rack. Normally, after he had packed his meal, he would clean d rice pot n let it dry on d dishrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinkg tat he might hav left it in d rice cooker, i opened d lid n was shocked 2 see tat it was filled wit uncooked rice...grains covered in water...seems like in my hurry 2 work, i'd forgotten 2 plug in d power...Damn gonggong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called my hubby...thank god he was ok wit it, understood my mind was like carbonised...Niway, to make up 4 it, took him out for dinner. Had mee goreng mamak power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik hubby aku faham, kalau tak gerenti aku kena rebus cam gonggong...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-2421619267755772240?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/2421619267755772240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=2421619267755772240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2421619267755772240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2421619267755772240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/05/gonggong.html' title='Gonggong!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-5057407850267177889</id><published>2008-05-23T07:00:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T12:29:40.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat Like Wat,Wat,Wat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SDYBVieQjDI/AAAAAAAAAdM/p2e8Y1hbcpc/s1600-h/DSC00713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203347889015786546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SDYBVieQjDI/AAAAAAAAAdM/p2e8Y1hbcpc/s320/DSC00713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My hubby is such a darl....&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;Last weekend, he took me out on a fab dinner... well, since i was very bz wit d exams, like i said i was almost buried alive under d piles of papers 2 grade, he saw how desperate n stressed i was, 2 d extent i was attacked by huge mega migraine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he took d day off n took me 2 a buffet dinner @ Sakura Int'l Buffet (Clementi Woods). I would say d ambience was great n we had a blast there. Ate lotsa stuff especially grilled salmon n mushrooms, n black pepper beef, n sushi, etc,etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203343155961826210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SDX9CCeQi6I/AAAAAAAAAcE/KmQZQmueqV8/s320/DSC00708.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hehee...he's enjoyg d grilled lamb chop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Started off wit mushrm soup...yummy...n followed by some main dishes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203343263336008626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SDX9ISeQi7I/AAAAAAAAAcM/iHlAiee4jTc/s320/DSC00695.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203343615523326914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SDX9cyeQi8I/AAAAAAAAAcU/mMKX_uk0OJQ/s320/DSC00696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;juicy black pepper beef...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After tat, i simply cant wait any longer coz i must hav d bbq small-fishy-thingy (forgot wat it's called)...it's filled wit roes n more roes...oooohhhh...heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203343619818294242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SDX9dCeQi-I/AAAAAAAAAck/8MQmky-DqiA/s320/DSC00704.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y does gd things come in small servgs..???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then i started on grilled salmon n chicken chop...ok-ok la but i still prefer salmon 2 d chix. Then on 2 other finger foods...wonder how we cld eat so much? Well, we did not gobble up everytg...we took it slow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203343619818294226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SDX9dCeQi9I/AAAAAAAAAcc/BDN7z7bk25c/s320/DSC00700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203343624113261554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SDX9dSeQi_I/AAAAAAAAAcs/ARKVcI2hvMU/s320/DSC00703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After tat, we had dessert, coffee 4 us as usual n sweets n ice-cream...chendol flavor woit! Supeeerrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203343847451560978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SDX9qSeQjBI/AAAAAAAAAc8/fg5O8GSVvtE/s320/DSC00705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203343624113261570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SDX9dSeQjAI/AAAAAAAAAc0/X6MZRz3DsTU/s320/DSC00698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203343967710645282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SDX9xSeQjCI/AAAAAAAAAdE/liM3bIQB-5Y/s320/DSC00706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We spent abt 3 hrs eatg, n then we rest 4 awhile 2 digest d food, n then continue eatg....We were so stuffed, i felt like a stuffed turkey coz after dinner we wobbled 2 our car, burpg like wat,wat,wat...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nite still young...hubby suggested we go 2 d airport (Terminal 3)...not tat we r like dying 2 see it but we need 2 really digest d food n exercise...!! if not, all d workouts will be wasted....So, we went ard n ard d terminal but there's nothing special abt it, juz tat i like d industrial-like structure n decor...very clean n spacious...&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SDX7qyeQi5I/AAAAAAAAAb8/o4z7imVzIiY/s1600-h/DSC00714.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203348786663951426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SDYCJyeQjEI/AAAAAAAAAdU/B-gtElSIhe0/s320/DSC00714.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;It's been awhile since we had our midnite rendezvous...lookg forward 2 next outing during d hols...cant wait for d rd trip...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Til then...work is not done yet...I'm sleepy... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-5057407850267177889?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/5057407850267177889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=5057407850267177889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5057407850267177889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5057407850267177889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/05/eat-like-watwatwat.html' title='Eat Like Wat,Wat,Wat...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SDYBVieQjDI/AAAAAAAAAdM/p2e8Y1hbcpc/s72-c/DSC00713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-919900171920867459</id><published>2008-05-10T11:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T12:24:03.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Pile-Ups</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bz, bz, bz...MYE is here...apart from goin on my rounds (invigilation) there r lotsa grading to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Again, let me remind u tat as a language teacher, no doubt we hav d most grading to do...especially paper 1(essays), whooaaa...a big headache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SCUV10ncgWI/AAAAAAAAAbE/3kUhuev900Y/s1600-h/DSC00662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198585359270445410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SCUV10ncgWI/AAAAAAAAAbE/3kUhuev900Y/s320/DSC00662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SCUVs0ncgVI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6fKxJS6S8kQ/s1600-h/DSC00660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198585204651622738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SCUVs0ncgVI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6fKxJS6S8kQ/s320/DSC00660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tis is juz half of d load.... d pile on d rite has yet to be graded...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Niway, thot i take a breather. After readg wat had been written by my students, i thot i shld juz write on wat's been happening or goin on lately...of coz i noe some of u miz readg my entries...(cam real je...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198585586903712114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SCUWDEncgXI/AAAAAAAAAbM/vqO_sHvbttM/s320/DSC00661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was so tempted 2 bring all these work home, but then it wldnt be fair 2 my hubby n kids...i cant imagine myself buried under these piles wen at hme i shld be giving my time n luv 2 my family. Gosh, how cld i possibly work 24hr n not spendg juz a teeny-weeny time on my family. So, here's my vow...work stays at work, hme is d place 2 stretch n relax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198585823126913410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SCUWQ0ncgYI/AAAAAAAAAbU/UjlTKN-nbQc/s320/DSC00663.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See tat? i need 2 stock up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Aaarrrggghhh.....!!!! i hav ONE red pen left...need 2 buy more...metaphorically speakg, these essays r suckg my blood dry...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198598016539066770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SCUhWkncgZI/AAAAAAAAAbc/FioQ0YwQsPs/s320/DSC00688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, slog as much as i can tis 2 whole wks...sch hols coming...yeay...cant wait 2 catch up on my sleep n go on a road trip again wit hubby...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'd better get dis gradg done b4 i got held up by tis pile-ups...Cheerios!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-919900171920867459?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/919900171920867459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=919900171920867459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/919900171920867459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/919900171920867459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/05/major-pile-up.html' title='Major Pile-Ups'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SCUV10ncgWI/AAAAAAAAAbE/3kUhuev900Y/s72-c/DSC00662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-3566838344082909217</id><published>2008-04-27T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:40:12.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hav Ur Say...Im listening...</title><content type='html'>Overheard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;student A: Mdm Mas teach u ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;student B: Ya lor, she one kind ley...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;student A: She damn fierce rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;student B: Wat fierce? She crazy...sumtime nice sumtime crazy like wat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;student A: Ya hor, she laugh laugh den she scold scold...dunno her mood like wat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;student B: Ya...sumtime we also dunno she joking or not...wan 2 laugh also scared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;student A: But she buy you all pizza rite? Tat one nice wat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;student B: Actually she nice, only you cannot play-play wen she teaching...she funny one also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;student A: Ya, ya...especially wen she scold so fast den she say wrong, she will laugh-laugh den continue scold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im very sure tis kids dunno wat they r saying...im not so sure i've ever taught any of them b4...&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe i shld get feedbacks from my students...so wat say u???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-3566838344082909217?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/3566838344082909217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=3566838344082909217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3566838344082909217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3566838344082909217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/04/hav-ur-sayim-listening.html' title='Hav Ur Say...Im listening...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-332409795978494691</id><published>2008-04-24T07:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T10:24:05.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I crave for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A sudden crave for bubur pulut hitam...Dunno y, tis morning i woke up 2 my hubby's snore (as usual) n my tummy was rumbling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rmbr i didnt hav anytg last nite, apart frm 4 pcs of fried wanton i had bought frm d sch canteen (n tat was like ard 2pm), practically i ate nothg. No wndr my tummy was protestg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Niway, d image of steaming bowl of bubur pulut hitam was swirling in my head....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192631542436173778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SA_u4Ehll9I/AAAAAAAAAag/f_Qiv6-sr2M/s400/bubur.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rmbr my mom used 2 make d best bubur ever, any kind of bubur - she's d master. Oooohh... her bubur sumsum was so berlemak (rich?) n sweet, bubur kacang was so fragrant wit a tinge of durian flavor, bubur pulut hitam was balanced (thick n rich n taste juz rite)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tis morning i reached her place at 6am n when i got there she was praying. I waited for her n wen she was done, juz as i was abt 2 tell her of my craving, she showed me her swollen right foot. Gosh! Didnt know it has gotten worst - i panicked n told her tat she needs 2 consult her doc. She said she's waitg for d lab test result. Gave her $$$ n wish she wld juz go see her doc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U see, my mom used 2 be healthy n fit, but lately she's been getting all sorts of illness - diabetes, hbp, n now i think her swollen foot has got to do with Gout. Sheessh...i wish my mom will get her health back. Cant imagine my life witout her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry tummy, u hav 2 wait, maybe a mth or two, or i shld juz wait for Ramadhan. By then d food bazaars will be selling buburs at every corner. Might not taste gd but at least i've satisfied my crave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, pray 4 my mom will u? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps. u noe anywhere i can get home-made bubur?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-332409795978494691?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/332409795978494691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=332409795978494691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/332409795978494691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/332409795978494691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-crave-for.html' title='I crave for...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SA_u4Ehll9I/AAAAAAAAAag/f_Qiv6-sr2M/s72-c/bubur.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-4277083294226497762</id><published>2008-04-22T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:49:19.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doink!!</title><content type='html'>Im cursed! Thot my goofiness was temp, but tis evening i was such a major disaster...to myself at least. Got hme ard 6pm, d apt was empty. Seeing d sky was dark, i swear 2 leave my apt b4 7pm...hehehe...im a scaredy cat, cant imagine being by myself after dark...(spooky!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i literally zoomed into my room, grabbed my towel, switched on all d lites...(at least ghost wont appear under bright lites...i think..). Hopped into d shower n scrubbed myself squeaky clean. While waitg for d hair treatment to work wonders, eyes closed, i reached for toothpaste (multi-tasking coz i wanna save time). Squirt some on my toothbrush n started to brush my teeth while holdg on 2 d paste tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! Y does it taste funny? Opened my eyes n i saw my facial scrub was wat i put on my toothbrush!  Almost  gagged,  spat it out n rinsed my mouth. Wat got into me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niway, after washing my hair, my usual routine is 2 brush my teeth after applying conditioner on my hair. Somehow my hand grabbed d toothpaste but in my mind im already thinkg abt scrubbing my face (again 2 save time...wen will i learn?). So i squirt d toothpaste n SMEARED IT ON MY FACE!  Gosh,  it stings my face, however it took me awhile 2 realise tat i had screwed up AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesshh...i gave up n cleaned up...hurried down d hall, got dressed n not even waitg for my hair 2 dry...i ran down 2 my car. No sweat, can put on my makeup in d car...most important is 2 leave my apt b4 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im at my hubby's shop n still tryg 2 catch my breath while my hubby cant stop laughing n making fun of me...how dare he! Having fun at my expense!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant blame anyone, im such a DOINK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-4277083294226497762?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/4277083294226497762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=4277083294226497762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/4277083294226497762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/4277083294226497762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/04/doink.html' title='Doink!!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-5581670683968044887</id><published>2008-04-22T07:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:49:51.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Tat Me??</title><content type='html'>Wat d...i was so sleepy tat i forgot (assumed?) to put on my moisturizer b4 caking my face wit my compact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving 2 work, i felt sumtg not rite. Felt sum tightness on my skin, n a li'l flaky... Normally my nose wld shine like a huge spotlite, more like a litehouse...blink!blink!blink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached sch n headed straight 4 d ladies...as usual (need 2 check on my hair, spray on more perfume, check my outfit, my makeup...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In d dim lite, i thot i look fine, so walked into d staff rm...sat at my desk, turn on my laptop...scroll thru d mails....made my coffee...n check my face again in the mirror...HORROR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyebrows are so thick n black (kinda greenish...), seems i had drawn my eyebrows wit d wrong color (meant for my eyelids)...i look grossly gothic...n my caked face so dry n flaky...(konfem aku tak sapu moisturizer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran to d ladies again, wash my face n scrub til my skin fell off...applied my makeup all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun u juz hate waking up at 5 am n no coffee (coz i spent hrs in d toilet)...so my eyes still sleeping wen i put on my makeup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesshh...thank god i hav my makeup pouch wit me...if not...MC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-5581670683968044887?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/5581670683968044887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=5581670683968044887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5581670683968044887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5581670683968044887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/04/wat-d.html' title='Is Tat Me??'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-122595932074472986</id><published>2008-04-21T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:07:33.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisah Kak Pon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Courier New';" &gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;KAK PON YANG GANAS, KERAS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada suatu malam 3 ekor pontianak sedang bertenggek di atas pokok &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;sambil bergaduh tentang kehebatan masing-masing. Ketiga-tiga mengaku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;diri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;mereka hebat. Untuk menentukan siapa paling hebat, mereka pun cuba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt; &lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;membuktikan kehebatan masing-masing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Pontianak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; A terbang dengan sepantas kilat. 15 saat kemudian balik &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;semula ke pokok tersebut. Kelihatan ada kesan-kesan darah di sekitar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;gigi Pontianak A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Pontianak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; A : Kau orang nampak rumah tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Pontianak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; B : Nampak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Pontianak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; C : Nampak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Pontianak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; A : Satu rumah tu habis aku kerjakan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Pontianak B pula terbang lebih pantas dari Pontianak A. 10 saat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;kemudian balik semula ke pokok tersebeut. Kelihatan ada darah bukan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;setakat pada gigi, malah pada keseluruhan mulut pontianak tersebut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Pontianak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; B : Kau orang nampak kampung tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Pontianak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; A : Nampak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Pontianak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; C : Nampak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Pontianak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; B : Habis satu kampung tu aku kerjakan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Sejurus lepas itu Pontianak C pula terbang lebih pantas dari &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Pontianak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; A dan B. Dalam masa 5 saat je dia kembali ke pokok &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;tersebut. Kelihatan darah mengalir-ngalir bukan sahaja pada mulut, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;malah  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;pada keseluruhan muka pontianak tersebut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Pontianak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; C : Kau orang nampak tembok kat hujung sana tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Pontianak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; A : Nampak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Pontianak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; B : Nampak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Pontianak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; C : Err... tadi aku tak nampak tembok tu...jadi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, JGN TUNJUK TERER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-122595932074472986?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/122595932074472986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=122595932074472986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/122595932074472986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/122595932074472986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/04/kisah-kak-pon.html' title='Kisah Kak Pon...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-2708158545903644842</id><published>2008-04-18T07:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:44:20.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZALIM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AKU AMAT TIDAK PUAS HATI...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KAU SLALU SAKITKAN HATI AKU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KAU TAK PERNAH TAHU APA YANG AKU MAHU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUSAH SANGAT KE NAK SENANG KAN HATI AKU, HAH?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HANYA KERANA KUMAN JIJIK DARI LENDIR JALANG ITU, KAU KELAR-KELAR HATI AKU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AKU BOSAN, TAU TAK?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AKU TAK PERNAH DAN TAK AKAN PERNAH TERIMA KEJIJIKAN KAU ITU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AKU KESAL! KAU BUKAN MILIK AKU SEPENUHNYA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TIDAK SETITIK PUN DARAH AKU KAU RELAKAN MENGALIRKAN DALAM TUBUH KAU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DARAH DAN NANAH DAN KERAK LACUR KAU ITU JUGA YANG MAHU KAU LUMURKAN DALAM HATI KAU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ZALIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-2708158545903644842?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/2708158545903644842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=2708158545903644842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2708158545903644842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2708158545903644842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/04/zalim.html' title='ZALIM!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-381134608323228778</id><published>2008-04-15T13:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:51:19.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tripping on Still Water...</title><content type='html'>Juz got back frm an educational trip wit my class. We went to visit d NEWater plant ard Simei. It was a gd experience 4 my class. In fact, d whole trip was fun-filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SARLdHeWDKI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/7MKNk6lSgJ8/s1600-h/DSC00653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189355634232265890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SARLdHeWDKI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/7MKNk6lSgJ8/s320/DSC00653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Compliments of NEWater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SARLYHeWDJI/AAAAAAAAAZw/AWeB5348iOg/s1600-h/DSC00652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189355548332919954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SARLYHeWDJI/AAAAAAAAAZw/AWeB5348iOg/s320/DSC00652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cute rite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wen i was asked by my colleague whether i wld like 2 join in d trip, of coz i said YES. Its my class n i feel tat as d form tr i need 2 spend more time wit my class, get 2 noe em better. Furthermore, my class is juz so adorable...they can suck u dry but still they noe when is d time not 2 mess wit mdm mas (er..tat's me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SARCJXeWDII/AAAAAAAAAZo/Sn9kS2g8j_M/s1600-h/15-04-08_1119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189345399325199490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SARCJXeWDII/AAAAAAAAAZo/Sn9kS2g8j_M/s320/15-04-08_1119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of my angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me tell u sumtg abt my class....they juz dunno wen 2 shut their trap...yak-yak-yak all d time...but now, they hav shown some +ve change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sumtimes i wld get so angry n frustrated wit em, of coz i get disappointed wen they did not keep 2 their promise --- 2 be d class of d term....how 2 be one wen u cant even listen 2 simple instructions...sheesshh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189345210346638450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SARB-XeWDHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/wFLtnWRI370/s320/15-04-08_1120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My 2 angels (on my left n rite) n their sidekicks (frm 2A1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Niway, they noe my style n my rules...yes, we can hav fun now n then, but there r still rules tat we must abide...no question abt tat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fret not, i still luv em lots. Want 2 do so much 4 em but there's nothing we can do if they wont let us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To my 2A2 darlings (if u read tis), I will... (please fill in the blanks). Remember wat i told u peeps? We can hav fun but we must not cross d line...i can laugh n joke wit u, but neva push me 2 d limits... Still Water Runs Deep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tis i promise u....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cheerios!&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/11248746-381134608323228778?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/381134608323228778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=381134608323228778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/381134608323228778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/381134608323228778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/04/tripping-on-still-water.html' title='Tripping on Still Water...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SARLdHeWDKI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/7MKNk6lSgJ8/s72-c/DSC00653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-3952920652877612985</id><published>2008-04-14T12:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T12:30:47.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeesshhh...im feelg ok-ok now. Tried 2 carry on wit my life as usual...actually its more hectic now tat MYE is a couple of weeks away. Lotsa setting n vetting of papers...printing...sorting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niway, my hubby reminded me (time n again) to go for my hair treatment n styling...can neva escape his watchful eyes on my appearance. Not tat i dun care abt how i look, but sumtimes i dun gif a hoot...plus im 2 damn bz...But my hubby will alwez remind n remind n remind, n then if it doesnt work, he will comment n comment n comment..til i cant take it anymore (gosh, is there a snooze button sumwhere...?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, he did d same newsflash...n i noe its time 4 me 2 meet fairygodmother...(i juz hate having 2 sit for hours n read d fashion magz over n over again...) So, result's out...simon cowell is a saint compared 2 my hubby...i braced myself for d huff n puff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188951787047357538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SALcKHeWDGI/AAAAAAAAAZY/GmMEbJDIsQI/s320/DSC00637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; its only monday...zzzzz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yea...my hair looks good but i look tired n shagged n sleepy n lifeless...Lost a few kgs but im planning 2 keep it down another couple of kgs...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still, i feel good now tat my hubby is happy wit my looks...anytg for you darlg...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-3952920652877612985?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/3952920652877612985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=3952920652877612985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3952920652877612985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3952920652877612985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-feel.html' title='I feel...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SALcKHeWDGI/AAAAAAAAAZY/GmMEbJDIsQI/s72-c/DSC00637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-2274187405379033771</id><published>2008-04-11T07:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T07:07:21.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of U</title><content type='html'>I cant let go...&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel u...&lt;br /&gt;I can sense u...&lt;br /&gt;Last words, last look, last smile...&lt;br /&gt;We had plans, we had dreams...&lt;br /&gt;Wished it was all a bad dream...&lt;br /&gt;But now, dreams will remain...&lt;br /&gt;U in my dreams...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-2274187405379033771?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/2274187405379033771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=2274187405379033771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2274187405379033771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2274187405379033771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/04/dreams-of-u.html' title='Dreams of U'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-5300885997376154479</id><published>2008-04-10T12:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:48:40.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painful Lost</title><content type='html'>I'm in a daze, i dun noe how long i will take 2 become myself again.&lt;br /&gt;Felt like sumone knocked d daylites out of me.&lt;br /&gt;I walk ard with a heavy heart, n numbness in my soul - do i still hav my soul?&lt;br /&gt;I cant sleep, cant smile, cant laugh, cant be alone.&lt;br /&gt;How long do i hav?&lt;br /&gt;To luv n be luved&lt;br /&gt;To hold my dear ones&lt;br /&gt;To hear my hearts laughter&lt;br /&gt;To touch my innocence&lt;br /&gt;To mould my dreams&lt;br /&gt;To serve my desires&lt;br /&gt;To reach my stars&lt;br /&gt;To luv, to luv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;time has stopped&lt;br /&gt;journey has ended&lt;br /&gt;destination unknown&lt;br /&gt;no more laughter&lt;br /&gt;no more desires&lt;br /&gt;no more dreams&lt;br /&gt;no more luv, no more luved ones&lt;br /&gt;to touch, to hold, to keep&lt;br /&gt;letting go is neva easy&lt;br /&gt;leaving all behind can neva look back&lt;br /&gt;can neva turn back&lt;br /&gt;all by urself, alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/O0wMFtvvsR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/O0wMFtvvsR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AL-FATEHAH...&lt;br /&gt;(if only...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-5300885997376154479?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/5300885997376154479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=5300885997376154479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5300885997376154479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5300885997376154479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/04/painful-lost.html' title='Painful Lost'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-7026052119538046345</id><published>2008-04-02T12:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T09:29:27.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See tat? Can u even recognise it? Im so hepi tat i finally get 2 see these again, well i wld very much luv 2 hav these as mementos...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184505528368636242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R_MQTzJ2IVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/JPgYsMd6Vfc/s320/bus+ticket.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 punks out there, these r bus tickets tat used 2 b my playthings... I remember wen i was very little, abt 3 or 4 yrs old, i wld make my parents keep their bus tickets so tat i cld play wit them, imagine myself as a bus conductor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES...i wanted 2 b a bus conductor wen i grow up...(chill, i was juz a kid okies....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;D bus tickets r so colorful, they came in red, blue, pink, orange, green, purple, light blue, light yellow,...niways i alwez glued my eyes 2 d bus conductor wen i took d bus wit my parents. I was so amazed n fascinated by d colorful tickets arranged neatly on d ticket holder. I swear at tat moement i wanted 2 juz grab em so i cld play wit em wen i got home. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184508444651430258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R_MS9jJ2IXI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/H534_fQuPjg/s320/ticket+holder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get tis, i got even more excited wen d bus conductor pulled out a ticket n punched a hole in it wit its ticket puncher...juz listening 2 d punching sound made juz sent tingles down my spine...beats me, til now i dunno y im so fascinated by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184508324392345954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R_MS2jJ2IWI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OvolN-GJaKQ/s320/ticket+puncher.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Niways, i wld then role play as a bus conductor at hme. I wld arranged d used tickets neatly at d back of my color pencils box (it had to b Luna brand), secured them wit a rubber band, n using d stapler (my dad's of coz) as d puncher. I also had my mom made me a sling bag 2 keep d coins (bus fare la konon2). Then i wld go ard my little flat pretending askg passengers for their bus fares. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had so much fun, i cld do d same thing again n again. I guess as children we neva run out of ideas on how 2 entertain ourselves. I remember role-playing as a teacher, manager, housewife, doctor n even a shopkeeper...(hows tat?). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tat simple life as a child, loved n protected hav passed me by...how i miz those days...if only it had been recorded, then i cld watch my life, my past, over n over again...i can only dream tat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-7026052119538046345?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/7026052119538046345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=7026052119538046345&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/7026052119538046345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/7026052119538046345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/04/past-dreams.html' title='Past dreams'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R_MQTzJ2IVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/JPgYsMd6Vfc/s72-c/bus+ticket.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-5850370916195434631</id><published>2008-03-29T09:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T09:57:58.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hubby Does Listen!</title><content type='html'>Men! U can neva udrstd em. I thot i wld hav 2 suffer in silence after my car broke down a couple of days ago, u noe wen my hubby rapped abt its being my fault 4 not servicing my car...n then i got emo n turned 2 my dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niways, my hubby made up 2 me last nite. Wld neva hav thot tat he's gonna surprised me wit my fav pastime...eating n shopping. He took me 2 Han River table bbq restaurant. Oooohhh...he noes i like anytg tats bbqed n of coz steam boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182969824157245682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-2bmDJ2IPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/3LXRNVCfjL4/s320/DSC00617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we go 2 Eastpoint n headed straight 2 d restaurant. Gd thing we got there ard 6pm, so its not crowded yet, being a Fri nite, definitely peeps r gonna start pouring in after 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182970129099923746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-2b3zJ2ISI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ikBOI4B7Tj8/s320/DSC00613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182970051790512402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-2bzTJ2IRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/2P58WjDbbfM/s320/DSC00615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we started off wit all beefy items...black pepper beef, beef bugolgi (did i get it rite?), satay beef...n not forgetting spicy sambal fish n cuttlefish...&lt;br /&gt;My hubby did all d bbqing (he's n expert in tat), n feedg me til im stuffed. D meat r so tender n juicy, hubby juz noe how i luv my beef done.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182969630883717346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-2bazJ2IOI/AAAAAAAAAYI/bgSE3MHrVRA/s320/DSC00612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved on 2 d steam boat...i piled up my plate wit lots of mushrooms...ooohhh i juz luv mushrooms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182970227884171570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-2b9jJ2ITI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1FPhmjY-6mw/s320/DSC00616.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182970330963386690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-2cDjJ2IUI/AAAAAAAAAY4/A0VGlsqW-9Y/s320/DSC00621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noeing my hubby luvs seafood, i piled up lots of seashells...mussels, prawns, more mussels, more prawns...dumped em into d tom yam flavor soup...so heavenly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-2btjJ2IQI/AAAAAAAAAYY/5hCVJ6RbvlA/s1600-h/DSC00619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182969953006264578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-2btjJ2IQI/AAAAAAAAAYY/5hCVJ6RbvlA/s320/DSC00619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a great nite 4 us, we enjoyed our time together, its been awhile since we eat out coz im so buried in my work...niways, my hubby took me shopping afterwards...but im juz 2 stuffed like wat-wat-wat 2 walk ard so much...so we headed 2 d dessert corner n had some desserts n coffee n we went ard surveying more restaurants, there r some good ones there. Ooooh...there's a steak &amp;amp; grill halal-certified restaurant. Hubby promised 2 take me there next time...n then there was a hot dog stand tats halal 2!...so hubby told me tat we r going back there soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing beats being pampered by your loved one. I learnt one thing tho, my hubby luvs me no matter wat...n he does listen...2 me!&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/11248746-5850370916195434631?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/5850370916195434631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=5850370916195434631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5850370916195434631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5850370916195434631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-hubby-does-listen.html' title='My Hubby Does Listen!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-2bmDJ2IPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/3LXRNVCfjL4/s72-c/DSC00617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-8365823592560953407</id><published>2008-03-27T12:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T13:03:44.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Dad!</title><content type='html'>Yeayyy....Got my car back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oooohhh daddy, i luv u so veri much....My dad sent my car over 2 my school at 12noon juz now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Told him 2 take it back wit him coz he might need 2 use it, or my mom might need him 2 drive her 2 d market, or my sis might want him 2 pick her up sumwhere, or my kids juz wanna get out of d house...see, my dad is so veri much a wanted man...Everyone needs him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, then he refused coz its gonna be a trouble 2 park my car at his parkg area...might get a ticket. So he sent it over n took a cab home. Im so deeply lost 4 words...fathers wld do anytg 2 save his child in distress....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So girls, ladies, ...remember tis, d &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; man u can trust n rely on in ur entire life is ur &lt;strong&gt;DADDY&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy Cool, Daddy, Daddy Cool....&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/11248746-8365823592560953407?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/8365823592560953407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=8365823592560953407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/8365823592560953407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/8365823592560953407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/03/cool-dad.html' title='Cool Dad!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-2429971839990254642</id><published>2008-03-27T10:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T12:14:43.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm crippled!</title><content type='html'>I feel handicapped...i'm crippled 2 d max...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had house practice prior 2 x-country 2moro. After sch ended, went 2 sheng siong n bought 4 cartons of mineral water 4 my house members (luv em lots!). Then i drove 2 japanese garden (tats where our x-country will be held). Got there abt 4.30 n by 4.45 all my house members were ready 2 run d 4.8km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a gd day as they familiarize emselves wit d route. After it ended by 6pm, i drove 4 of my house members 2 a nearby food court 4 some dinner. Then it happened...(hehehe...suspense sikit ar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got into my car abt 7pm, my car wldnt start!.. AAAARRRGGGHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried as i might but it juz wont start...i was so frustrated but then i called my dearest dad. He drove by n tried 2 jump-start my car but no luck. So all tired n sweaty n sticky after a vigorous house practice, i went off 2 my mom's place hoping i cld use my bro's car but...he had an ops whole nite....sheesshh...niway, my sis was such a darl, she lent me her car home. Drove back hme at 12am, hubby not 2 hepi abt it coz i was supposed 2 get my car serviced long long time ago...but i juz didnt hav d time...so u guess it, he was rapping continuously n being d most angelic wife, i juz kept mum n went off 2 bed - i refuse 2 listen 2 him fuming coz im already beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tis morng, i drove my sis car back 2 mom's place (got there at 6am - can u believe i only had 5 hrs of sleep!) n my dad sent me 2 work. Now, my dad is at d wkshp n i juz luv him so much 4 all tat he's done, no swearing, no harping, no nothing...juz a cool cool man, tats my dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 my hubby, u talk 2 much...juz need someone 2 listen. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-2429971839990254642?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/2429971839990254642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=2429971839990254642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2429971839990254642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2429971839990254642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-crippled.html' title='i&apos;m crippled!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-1743593242234248967</id><published>2008-03-26T06:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T07:10:26.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>My thighs r sore after a short taiqi workout (20 mins) in sch. Thot i cld do d moves coz i workout everyday but i guess NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My workout mainly consists of twisting, work my upper body, need 2 shape n tone those hidden flabs after my "national service" (population growth) 5 times okies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rite after d workout, my legs r all wobbly, cld barely move witout holdg on 2 sometg. Didnt feel any pain tho, but a day after my thighs felt so heavy (is tat d rite adjective?), sore 2 d bones. Told my hubby abt it, more like whining n complaining, n being d loving hubby as he is, he tried 2 ease my pain (more like tryg 2 shut me up). Anyways, it works but still i feel dissatisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y? it proves tat im not tat fit...i need 2 get fit...i need 2 feel im fit n ready 4 anytg. Wld luv 2 go 4 runs in d morning, juz like i used 2 do years ago. I remember tat time i was residing in Pasir Ris (sumtime ard 1990s). Being a new housing estate, not many apts were built then, d land was quite bare n d roads were a jogger's dream...felt like running in a huge park wit all d trees n d roads r d jogging tracks. However, as time goes by i stopped doing tat - family comes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if i hav d chance again 2 do it now, i wld. U noe tat early morning hours, d cool breeze n running in d dark...but then again tat wld mean i hav 2 get up by 3.30am so i cld run 4 an hr, then cool myself down b4 getting myself ready 2 go 2 work by 5.30am. If i work backwards, i hit d sack normally ard 11.30pm - tat means i will only be getting 4 hrs of sleep! No Cant Do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my beauty sleep - arrrgghh! Sleep is a LUXURY 4 me now. Well, i guess i hav 2 make do wit being half fit 4 now...Even now im sleepy n tired, cant even walk upright let alone run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh it hurts, my thighs n my ego...Ouch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-1743593242234248967?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/1743593242234248967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=1743593242234248967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/1743593242234248967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/1743593242234248967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/03/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-5070394490991701118</id><published>2008-03-24T07:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T10:05:25.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Sis now Married...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-cHKDJ2IMI/AAAAAAAAAX4/aCN4W4j_31I/s1600-h/Family2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9 March 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-cG4TJ2ILI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Xljoc1V32D8/s1600-h/mamai+sanding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181117460597055666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-cG4TJ2ILI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Xljoc1V32D8/s400/mamai+sanding.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My parents wit d bride n groom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;My baby sister is finally married 2 a very responsible man. She really deserves 2 be hepi. I'm so proud of her, apart from holding a gd job (she's a teacher as well...hehe..), she's wit d man who can tolerate her 'high' demands...she's alwez been d baby of my family...gets everytg she wants n doesn't take 'NO' for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181115227214061634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-cE2TJ2IEI/AAAAAAAAAW4/OkJRmhH0rPg/s400/family.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My family is now complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Her wedding went smoothly, as planned (phew!). Months b4 her wedding, i was her advisor...i accompanied her frm selectg wedding invitation cards (in JB), sourcing for d 'mak andam' (wedding make-up artist), actually hers is more of a Pak Andam - very glamorous n stylish make-up artist (not cheap okies...), buying of 'berkat' (souvenirs for guests), n many more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181115828509483106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-cFZTJ2IGI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Jy4kePeFQZw/s400/big+family2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our BIG family, tis is only half  of us, can't squeeze all in one shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone turned up for d 2-day ceremony. It's been a long time since our family hold any wedding ceremony...so its a gd opportunity for us to get together n reunited after so long...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In fact, we (my hubby n i) stayed up til abt 5 am on Sat (8 Mar). We chatted wit my buddy, who happened 2 be d caterer for d wedding feast. It was lots of fun, n d merriment was juz indescribable. Even my hubby is having a blast wit all my cousins n uncles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To my sister, Hairiah n Arman, may your lives together be filled wit lots of luv n i cant wait 2 see ur juniors joining d troop - your lovable n adorable nieces n nephews (esp my kids)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SELAMAT PENGANTIN BARU!!!&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/11248746-5070394490991701118?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/5070394490991701118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=5070394490991701118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5070394490991701118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5070394490991701118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-baby-sis-now-married.html' title='My Baby Sis now Married...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-cG4TJ2ILI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Xljoc1V32D8/s72-c/mamai+sanding.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-8729794068094925006</id><published>2008-03-20T06:51:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T14:05:00.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Andes!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;8 March 2008 &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179631540482757746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-G_cXXiVHI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SrYpNCKYbaI/s400/229_104109_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Happiest moment in my life. Sports Day was great. My house "ANDES" (blue) won d championship again for 3 consecutive yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179699203397538994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-H8-3XiVLI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ou8plOB-BZ0/s400/PICT0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Way to go Andes!!! Oooohhh... How i LUV my house members. As d House Mistress, i hav faith in my members n i noe they will neva let me down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179589694616392722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-GZYnXiVBI/AAAAAAAAAVA/0KXNGtBUx5A/s400/227_101723_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Their fighting spirit juz kept on burning thru out d day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179589552882471938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-GZQXXiVAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/iJEVKisSFUM/s400/227_101640_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; J&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uz look at their happy faces....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were really soaring, juz like d eagle (by d way its our mascot)... We scored 800+ points for all d events...Major ones like 4X400, 4X100 for all 4 divisions belong to US! Im so proud of em!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-GZ53XiVGI/AAAAAAAAAVo/BmUXYwkAC_8/s1600-h/227_102045_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179590265847043170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-GZ53XiVGI/AAAAAAAAAVo/BmUXYwkAC_8/s400/227_102045_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of my 'B' Division Boys star runner...Zul. He sped like a bullet for 400m race. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He came in second after Adam (he's d golden boy), also my star runner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-GZ0nXiVFI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_cm9z_3kDuY/s1600-h/229_104358_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179590175652729938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-GZ0nXiVFI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_cm9z_3kDuY/s400/229_104358_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shikin...my bionic girl 'B' Division Girls...she broke 3 records n she's d gem...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179632575569876114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-HAYnXiVJI/AAAAAAAAAWA/eexLCdNMNx8/s400/228_103324_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'C' Division Girls star runner - Shi En in action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179632476785628290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-HAS3XiVII/AAAAAAAAAV4/WWJO6Z8h8mU/s400/227_103047_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My 'C' Division Girls 4 x 100m in action &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179639297193694370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-HGf3XiVKI/AAAAAAAAAWI/z3OybzZ_dBM/s400/229_104229_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My 'C' division boys who neva failed me...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-GZj3XiVDI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/AMz7MRtOGrc/s1600-h/229_104309_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179589887889921074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-GZj3XiVDI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/AMz7MRtOGrc/s400/229_104309_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My 'B' division girls...They hav really set d standard high...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-GZeXXiVCI/AAAAAAAAAVI/_WKncHG2uig/s1600-h/229_104309_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179589793400640546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-GZeXXiVCI/AAAAAAAAAVI/_WKncHG2uig/s400/229_104309_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My 'B' division Boys...D Fantastic Four...(Adam is 3rd frm d left in d front row)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-GZLXXiU_I/AAAAAAAAAUw/2zswW_u7G7c/s1600-h/228_103521_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179589466983126002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-GZLXXiU_I/AAAAAAAAAUw/2zswW_u7G7c/s400/228_103521_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Bubbly Mass Dancers...tho they lost, they were great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-GZGXXiU-I/AAAAAAAAAUo/Rs3RCgS-gSo/s1600-h/228_103709_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179589381083780066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-GZGXXiU-I/AAAAAAAAAUo/Rs3RCgS-gSo/s400/228_103709_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me n my gals...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-GZA3XiU9I/AAAAAAAAAUg/mxuBM6ufVOo/s1600-h/229_104358_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179589286594499538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-GZA3XiU9I/AAAAAAAAAUg/mxuBM6ufVOo/s400/229_104358_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Championship Trophy...ooohhh...Heaven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But d fight is not over yet...X-Country is coming up on 28 Mar. My goal is to get d championship again juz like last year. Double Wham! for us if we get it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So pleeeaaase...God help my warriors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO ANDES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-8729794068094925006?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/8729794068094925006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=8729794068094925006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/8729794068094925006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/8729794068094925006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/03/go-andes.html' title='Go Andes!!!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R-G_cXXiVHI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SrYpNCKYbaI/s72-c/229_104109_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-5767066531971953031</id><published>2008-03-03T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T14:38:47.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my brain??</title><content type='html'>Im such a forgetful klutz...&lt;br /&gt;Left my purse, wit my ic n drivg licence, n cash, n atm card....&lt;br /&gt;Now im hungry n tired n hungry n starving....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor hungry stomach...so sori...i promise 2 cook a hearty meal wen i get home later 2day....&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...wat shld i cook???&lt;br /&gt;Lite or heavy???&lt;br /&gt;Fried or steam???&lt;br /&gt;Local or western???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaarrrghhh...cant think...2 hungry 2 think rite....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my oaties???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-5767066531971953031?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/5767066531971953031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=5767066531971953031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5767066531971953031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5767066531971953031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/03/wheres-my-brain.html' title='Where&apos;s my brain??'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-1468483234412062430</id><published>2008-02-26T06:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T07:05:03.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Durian Syiok!</title><content type='html'>Syioknye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171055452153760658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R8NHiUt4y5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-QGg38BZWWY/s400/durian.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Last nite i had craving for durians....Dun undrstd y some peeps like buying pre-packed durians.&lt;br /&gt;Originality - nil&lt;br /&gt;Authenticity - nil&lt;br /&gt;Value 4 $ - zilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171055649722256290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R8NHt0t4y6I/AAAAAAAAAUY/_wcOC6GFReM/s400/35%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hubby suggested we went 2 geylang area...u noe where lotsa aliens hang ard doing their midnite business....Its scary but tats d only place u can get gd bargains 4 gd durians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niway, ate more than enuff n now its startg 2 hurt my throat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i can never resist d sweet creamy yummy lemak berkrim taste....oooohhh...n d smell is juz HEAVENLY... n utk mengopek durian sgt la seronok...must hav technique 2 pry open d thorny shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So delicious, satisfying n blissful....tonite im gonna hunt 4 more....Heehee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-1468483234412062430?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/1468483234412062430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=1468483234412062430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/1468483234412062430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/1468483234412062430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/02/durian-syiok.html' title='Durian Syiok!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R8NHiUt4y5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-QGg38BZWWY/s72-c/durian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-5639407923553435207</id><published>2008-02-16T12:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T12:34:09.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace is my Game...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So proud of 'em....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dance members hav learnt 2 dance gracefully. Beyond words, i cant describe how i feel. It was stressful 4 me coz we hav no dance instructor, so i hav been choreographing all d dances since last year. 4 every performance, i had 2 practically try some dance movements while cooking at home! How's tat???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167427226990857026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R7Zjr0t4y0I/AAAAAAAAATo/KtxO1WO-ceM/s320/206_141503_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Niway, i thot i wld do a different dance tis year. So, i thot Jaipong (Indonesian traditional dance) wld be a nice change to Malay traditional dance...actually, i ran out of Malay traditional songs...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okies...so i was listening 2 tis enchanting melody "Passion" by Dzul Rabull Jalil, n i envisioned d girls dancing 2 d melody...so graceful n flirtatious....my nature la... ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Made up my mind n next day taught d girls d dance steps...it was hilarious at 1st coz some of 'em r quite stiff...i need grace....but persevere la...n at d same time i prayed hard tat we can pull tis off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The day came, dressed beautifully frm head 2 toe, i cld see them quite nervous yet excited. I know i was a nerve-wreck. But d moment i see em performg up on stage n d response frm audience, i was ecstatic (btul tak?) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167427420264385362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R7Zj3Et4y1I/AAAAAAAAATw/JMVisJw6nPs/s320/206_141504_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167427789631572834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R7ZkMkt4y2I/AAAAAAAAAT4/BXLE5cc78Cc/s320/206_141504_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167427974315166578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R7ZkXUt4y3I/AAAAAAAAAUA/E4Gn88I7oEI/s320/208_143329_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;To my dance members who had stood by me...endured my tongue-lashing...You were MARVELLOUS, EXCELLENT, FABULOUS, ....... maybe next time i will teach 'em d catwalk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-5639407923553435207?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/5639407923553435207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=5639407923553435207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5639407923553435207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5639407923553435207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/02/grace-is-my-game.html' title='Grace is my Game...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R7Zjr0t4y0I/AAAAAAAAATo/KtxO1WO-ceM/s72-c/206_141503_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-5453773760352909845</id><published>2008-02-16T11:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T12:07:46.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Baos pls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CNY Celebration in skul was awesome. Teachers wore red outfit 2 mark d joyous occassion. Lots of activities line up 4 d day. As usual, its half-day work 4 us. Heeeppppiiiii okies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167419032193256130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R7ZcO0t4ysI/AAAAAAAAASo/SCiXdtnZ6Gc/s320/206_141139_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caaakkk...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;D concert went well, n surprisingly i was asked 2 b in a skit impromptu...! Whooaa...wat was i supposed 2 talk abt CNY? Lucky 4 me, i had lesson wit my form class earlier during d day, we discussed abt CNY... like y red is d color of celebration, y hongbaos alwez come in even nbrs, y shldn't they sweep d floor on CNY day...so on....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167420664280828642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R7Zdt0t4yuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/iKN59ghPAUM/s320/207_141644_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tat's me in red kebaya...far left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Niway, it was hilarious, thx 2 saz (red indian get-up), he's d 4eva funny-man...Then i was called upon again...haiz...confirm i was saboed...but it was a fun game. Had 2 move d oranges frm one end of d stage 2 d other end using only chopsticks. Bantai-la...aku cocok je limau-limau tu...skali je okies...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167421961360952050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R7Ze5Ut4yvI/AAAAAAAAATA/VELVQMYtY4A/s320/207_141644_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167423151066893106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R7Zf-kt4yzI/AAAAAAAAATg/JM2IDV5gtLo/s320/207_141822_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167422223353957138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R7ZfIkt4yxI/AAAAAAAAATQ/YlGExzyiT6U/s320/207_141856_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Teachers vs students....obviously trs win! Nature's rule la, cant fight it, rite? Its not easy okies 4 me 2 dash across d stage in high heels...wat d heck. I had 2 kick off my shoes n b 2 inches shorter so tat we can win!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167422390857681698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R7ZfSUt4yyI/AAAAAAAAATY/q8ctl4vbUfA/s320/207_141856_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Its fun esp. 4 d kids 2 see us trs becme kiddies again...Aaaahhh...d joy of festive season...hope i wont see red! Ciao!&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/11248746-5453773760352909845?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/5453773760352909845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=5453773760352909845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5453773760352909845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5453773760352909845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/02/hong-baos-pls.html' title='Hong Baos pls...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R7ZcO0t4ysI/AAAAAAAAASo/SCiXdtnZ6Gc/s72-c/206_141139_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-5417541802179335021</id><published>2008-02-15T06:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T07:10:46.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time flies so fast...b4 i knew it, d holidays r gone again! Niway, b4 CNY, we had a blast in school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First, we wrap food hampers for our needy students as part of sharing d joy n giving during festive season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166972553162967666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R7TGKUt4ynI/AAAAAAAAASA/QuvYPGY0T-I/s320/199_232106_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Planning time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166972372774341218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R7TF_0t4ymI/AAAAAAAAAR4/kNaOjKoMRZ0/s320/200_233912_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Passing d hampers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was fun n i cld see d teachers r having fun wrapping up d hampers. Its d least we can do for our students. Mind you, we chipped in 2 buy those food items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166972231040420434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R7TF3kt4ylI/AAAAAAAAARw/M8MFWSP4hDI/s320/200_235951_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Leader of d pack - Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166972664832117378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R7TGQ0t4yoI/AAAAAAAAASI/G1EhVQYsyE4/s320/200_234759_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All 165 of 'em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After hamper-wrapping session, all teachers r treated 2 a hearty reunion dinner! We had steamboats n bbq satay, sambal sting-ray, chix wings, n many more!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166972883875449506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R7TGdkt4yqI/AAAAAAAAASY/LiNiYXHncec/s320/200_235951_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166972785091201682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R7TGX0t4ypI/AAAAAAAAASQ/YRbjqdVGkwk/s320/200_000320_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a great day. Especially when we get 2 tapau all d food home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166972991249631922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R7TGj0t4yrI/AAAAAAAAASg/UFxl6lEQBAg/s320/200_000836_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Halal Table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were lots of gd stuffs 2 eat til we went craaazzzyyy....mushrooms (yummy!), broccoli (yummy x2), big prawns,  fishballs, sotong balls, balls balls everywhere, more mushrooms, veggies (my fav!)... 2 many til we didn't know where 2 start. And then there were bbq items, satay, sting-ray, chix wings, corns, sausages (i luv burnt ones!), n many more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tapau a whole bucket of fresh prawns, squids, n veggies 2 hav my own steamboat at home. It was marvellicious!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, all dat goes well ends well, n im well-fed. Who cld ask for more?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe longer holidays...tat sounds yummy 2!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-5417541802179335021?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/5417541802179335021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=5417541802179335021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5417541802179335021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5417541802179335021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/02/yummy-holidays.html' title='Yummy Holidays!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R7TGKUt4ynI/AAAAAAAAASA/QuvYPGY0T-I/s72-c/199_232106_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-5347393206730389249</id><published>2008-01-28T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T15:35:00.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As promised, my camping trip 2 Dairy Farm Adventure Camp....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R52FK_pBUAI/AAAAAAAAARo/EwIsO903WXk/s1600-h/181_102020_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160427171965128706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R52FK_pBUAI/AAAAAAAAARo/EwIsO903WXk/s320/181_102020_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R52FEPpBT_I/AAAAAAAAARg/wAZCFiP9BQE/s1600-h/182_102456_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160427056001011698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R52FEPpBT_I/AAAAAAAAARg/wAZCFiP9BQE/s320/182_102456_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R52EvfpBT9I/AAAAAAAAARQ/6_oaK2xGVoI/s1600-h/181_101934_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160426699518726098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R52EvfpBT9I/AAAAAAAAARQ/6_oaK2xGVoI/s320/181_101934_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160426506245197762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R52EkPpBT8I/AAAAAAAAARI/EPUX18pgiqs/s320/181_101933_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160426892792254434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R52E6vpBT-I/AAAAAAAAARY/J-wTLwqCdcA/s320/181_102021_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Tuff 4 me....&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/11248746-5347393206730389249?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/5347393206730389249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=5347393206730389249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5347393206730389249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5347393206730389249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/01/as-promised-my-camping-trip-2-dairy.html' title=''/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R52FK_pBUAI/AAAAAAAAARo/EwIsO903WXk/s72-c/181_102020_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-627092054896201213</id><published>2008-01-18T07:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T07:17:37.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...</title><content type='html'>Mungkin sudah tiba masanya...The time has come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZdKkqiwrqU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZdKkqiwrqU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-627092054896201213?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/627092054896201213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=627092054896201213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/627092054896201213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/627092054896201213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-if.html' title='What if...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-2470668913017029525</id><published>2008-01-17T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T09:42:16.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Burnt!</title><content type='html'>Last week i had to attend 3-day camp for sec 2s. As d form tr of a sec 2 class, i had to (gasp!) stay in camp site for 2 nites....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 peeps who noe me well, i'm NOT an outdoor person. D only outdoor activity i do is out my door n walk down to my car, not witout my umbrella. So, when i was told abt d camp, i was worried...major adjustments had to be made. Most of all, i hav to be away frm my hubby n kids...boohoohoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1stly, i dun hav any camping gear. Solution i had to buy some n d only place i noe where 2 get em was @ World of Sports...then my colleagues had me really worried when they told me tat i wld get all sticky n muddy from d activities there. There goes my hundreds $ worth of track pants, shirts, shoes, socks...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ndly, i need at least an hr 2 shower, scrub myself, wash, condition n treat my hair. How cld i possibly do tat when i hav 2 share ONE shower cubicle wit 8 peeps? Had to forego my beauty sleep la...woke up much earlier than anyone else so tat i cld hav d whole shower area 2 myself. Worst still, news flash...there will be bats hovering d toilet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rdly, i need to store my facial products in a cool place (fridge). And its scary when they told me there's no fridge at all at d camp site. How to chill my beauty products???? Solution - i bought a cooler box, juz d rite size to store them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4thly, i was told there's no blanket n only ONE pillow given. Another shocking discovery, i hav to bunk in. I normally sleep in d dark wit blanket over my face...How to survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, i hav to go on 5hr trek (a long long long walk) frm Bkt Timah 2 MacRitchie Reservoir... under the hot sun n worst still, wit monkeys gawking n chasing u all over d place... AAAARRRGGGHHH....!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was surprisingly FUN...altho' i was scorched by d hot sun...details n pics coming up. Still trying to recharge myself n nurse my charred skin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-2470668913017029525?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/2470668913017029525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=2470668913017029525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2470668913017029525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2470668913017029525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-burnt.html' title='I&apos;m Burnt!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-5908630811543190212</id><published>2008-01-16T06:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T07:15:20.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year, Another Celebration...</title><content type='html'>New Year Here Again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R407QBTYnVI/AAAAAAAAAQo/CSx4pOgvrsM/s1600-h/DSC00590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155842294822772050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R407QBTYnVI/AAAAAAAAAQo/CSx4pOgvrsM/s320/DSC00590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R4065BTYnSI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/SV5FnqATljk/s1600-h/DSC00597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155841899685780770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R4065BTYnSI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/SV5FnqATljk/s320/DSC00597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Didn't get 2 pen down anytg 4 new year. Swarmed wit work up 2 my head. Niway, NYE was fun n great. D whole family head down 2 Danga Bay, JB 4 a celebration. It was my sis idea 2 hav a hearty meal @ Danga Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155839382834945266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R404mhTYnPI/AAAAAAAAAP4/yFwd63VdatQ/s320/DSC00595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;D crowd was awesome, d food was okay...usual stuff, seafood n lotsa teh tarik. Cant remember d last time we were there.I think d last time i went 2 Danga Bay was in 2004 when i went 4 breakfast wit my best bro n Acik...Tat time we went 2 "ghost n ghouls exhibition" n we spent d whole day in JB.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Niway, we went 4 rides n my kids luv d tram ride. I could say tat d celebration there was much much happening than @ home.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155840439396900098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R405kBTYnQI/AAAAAAAAAQA/gju_mQu_zdI/s320/DSC00583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me Mom n Son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Me mom n dad seemed delighted coz their beloved grandchildren were wit them n as usual, they were bz attending 2 their needs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155841422944410898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R406dRTYnRI/AAAAAAAAAQI/6cJBwEMT0rE/s320/DSC00600.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me Dad n Son Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155842161678785858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R407IRTYnUI/AAAAAAAAAQg/cqpPMFpTBuQ/s320/DSC00585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155842385017085282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R407VRTYnWI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Pcra6JllLG0/s320/DSC00593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155842041419701554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R407BRTYnTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Fb_E2VYXP4Q/s320/DSC00584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thank 2 my sis n her fiance... It was their treat n time spent together wit my whole family was worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Actually we went 2 JB 2 get some wedding preparation 4 my sis. Her BIG day is soon 2 come. I'm so excited 4 her. I could see tat she's nervous...but her fiance was as cool as ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155844249032891762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R409BxTYnXI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rgh_rcjJOf4/s320/DSC00586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me Sis n her Fiance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My sis cld really eat...She eats a lot yet she's as skinny as a toothpick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 one n all...Hepi New Year! Can't wait 4 Skul hols...tat wld be in 3 mths time...&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/11248746-5908630811543190212?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/5908630811543190212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=5908630811543190212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5908630811543190212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5908630811543190212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-year-another-celebration.html' title='Another Year, Another Celebration...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R407QBTYnVI/AAAAAAAAAQo/CSx4pOgvrsM/s72-c/DSC00590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-5527187020559092928</id><published>2008-01-04T06:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T07:00:48.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hepi B'day Luv!</title><content type='html'>9 Dec 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151388044369632482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R31oIhTYnOI/AAAAAAAAAPw/VcpA03VgZFM/s320/DSC00573.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;My beautiful boy turned 3! He's so excited especially when he saw his b'day cake. He's crazy abt trains...alwez says "i wan choo-choo train".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i took him 2 get his cake n he wan 2 eat it immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151387370059766978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R31nhRTYnMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/50s84kC6CBE/s320/DSC00580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;More excited was he when i lit d candles n he cldn't wait for us singing his b'day song... he blew off d candles (more like he spit on d flame) n wan me 2 re-lit em again n again n again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151387868275973330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R31n-RTYnNI/AAAAAAAAAPo/eAR6KO7uRp8/s320/DSC00576.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Rite after all d singing n blowing n re-lighting, we cut d cake n share d pieces while he played wit d trains. Not much playing though coz they r juz for decoration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niway, he asked me 2 get him another cake...tis time d one wit a plane on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my boy, u r growing up 2 fast...i juz wan u 2 stay cute n cuddly juz d way u r now...&lt;br /&gt;My turn 2 blow d candles n hope tat my wish will cme true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-5527187020559092928?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/5527187020559092928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=5527187020559092928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5527187020559092928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/5527187020559092928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2008/01/hepi-bday-luv.html' title='Hepi B&apos;day Luv!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R31oIhTYnOI/AAAAAAAAAPw/VcpA03VgZFM/s72-c/DSC00573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-2014913626775896495</id><published>2007-11-29T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T15:24:56.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another MIdNite Rendezvous...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dun complain ok...Skul hols, wat 2 expect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took my son out at nite 2 play in d park...in d day its 2 warm n i cant stand all d sweat n smell of peeps ard me...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138157891435010786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R05nYQ7amuI/AAAAAAAAAO4/QUjFqAnxJ2E/s320/DSC00498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My son can neva say no 2 an hr of fun in d park... In fact me n hubby had as much fun as my son...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138158312341805810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R05nww7amvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/x8IsKOqVVUw/s320/DSC00507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We jus luv sitting down doing nothing but watched our son went up n down d slide, screaming n laughing gleefully (thesaurus pls).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In fact, we felt much closer n especially warm when my hubby held me tight in his muscular arms...(ceh, kerek ar sikit).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138159119795657474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R05ofw7amwI/AAAAAAAAAPI/i8flOlhG7Nc/s320/DSC00497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But seriously, u juz feel so much luv btwn u n ur better half when u watch ur offspring growing up right in front of ur eyes...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138159532112517906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R05o3w7amxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xTe4Y5MeM30/s320/DSC00499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hepi r we??? Of course...nothing beats having ur loved ones wit u....&lt;br /&gt;Midnite rendezvous is my game now...wanna join?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-2014913626775896495?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/2014913626775896495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=2014913626775896495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2014913626775896495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2014913626775896495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-midnite-rendezvous_29.html' title='Another MIdNite Rendezvous...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R05nYQ7amuI/AAAAAAAAAO4/QUjFqAnxJ2E/s72-c/DSC00498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-3370610997056539384</id><published>2007-11-29T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T15:30:50.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MidNite Rendezvous</title><content type='html'>The other nite, me n hubby took our youngest son 2 a midnite walk by d beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so cool n refreshing, n we had lotsa fun. As usual, my son insist on d kiddy rides...$10 worth of bopping n swirling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138155675231886002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R05lXQ7amrI/AAAAAAAAAOg/u4QG-jSoMuI/s320/DSC00543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Juz cant understand tis thing abt kids n kiddy ride...But of course, if it was adult then wld it be called adulty ride??? (Yucks!) Niway, my son juz went on kiddy-ride-hopping...it was funny d way he wld clamber up these rides...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138156319476980418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R05l8w7amsI/AAAAAAAAAOo/htbUkU0qmuM/s320/DSC00546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, i snapped pics of him n ourselves...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138156821988154066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R05maA7amtI/AAAAAAAAAOw/eN-KVPhcWZI/s320/DSC00555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heehee...we stayed out til past midnite...n went for supper til our boy fell asleep...Neva been happier...Luv my guys lots!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-3370610997056539384?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/3370610997056539384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=3370610997056539384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3370610997056539384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3370610997056539384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2007/11/midnite-rendezvous.html' title='MidNite Rendezvous'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R05lXQ7amrI/AAAAAAAAAOg/u4QG-jSoMuI/s72-c/DSC00543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-2805466167508411503</id><published>2007-11-29T14:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T15:05:23.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobble, Grumble, Glee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R05fNw7amkI/AAAAAAAAANo/EvS8Py5InzQ/s1600-h/DSC00524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138148914953361986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R05fNw7amkI/AAAAAAAAANo/EvS8Py5InzQ/s320/DSC00524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heehee... so hepi skul hols here again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took my kids 2 IMM n let em got drenched wet playing in d wet playground...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun watching em got soaked 2 bones...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138149237075909202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R05fgg7amlI/AAAAAAAAANw/99DJUylwc7E/s320/DSC00526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My kids juz luv playing....anytg n anywhere...they juz wanna play n run ard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138149739587082850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R05f9w7ammI/AAAAAAAAAN4/G0Dtbk1cVNI/s320/DSC00521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;2 think tat they wld be cold n shiverg after d shower, they asked for ice-cream. So off we went 2 Swensen's n stuffed our face in ice-cream, lotsa lotsa ice-cream...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138151543473347186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R05hmw7amnI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ErW3y4GygRE/s320/DSC00532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kids nowadays, they hav everytg n get everytg their hearts desire...Every skul hols i get headache, major migraine coz i dunno where 2 take my kids 2 let em run n scream n play all day long... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138152179128507042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R05iLw7amqI/AAAAAAAAAOY/OkRHaNQvEns/s320/DSC00530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alwez we wld suggest n discuss n argue as to where we shld be heading in my car, me shouting at d top of my lungs n my kids squabbling wit one another trying 2 get me 2 agree 2 their suggestions...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138151788286483074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R05h1A7amoI/AAAAAAAAAOI/y1tuHRrzvyw/s320/DSC00533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Geez... by d time we done arguing, i wld hav wasted a gallon of my gas...n had to refuel my tank n refill my kids tummy...(thirsty la after so much arguing)...Then i wld juz drive 2 anywhere while going thru some of their suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138151917135501970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R05h8g7ampI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/uHVkA0q01yA/s320/DSC00529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;All in all, every trip n outing was worth it. Seeing their hepi faces n their chatty voices abt wat they had juz done was priceless. Then we wld suggest n discuss n argue again as 2 where we shld head for our next outing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, any ideas where to next???&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/11248746-2805466167508411503?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/2805466167508411503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=2805466167508411503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2805466167508411503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2805466167508411503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2007/11/gobble-grumble-glee.html' title='Gobble, Grumble, Glee...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R05fNw7amkI/AAAAAAAAANo/EvS8Py5InzQ/s72-c/DSC00524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-3698810438074804159</id><published>2007-11-29T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:40:03.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Master Piece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R05clw7amhI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LoXn5V0rT5E/s1600-h/DSC00511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138146028735339026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R05clw7amhI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LoXn5V0rT5E/s320/DSC00511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My boy had his hair cut by hubby yesterday. No fuss no mess, he juz sat there n kept smiling. Y? Coz he noes tat his dad is d best hairstylist eva...n also he has been watching his dad work since he's a baby so he's not afraid of the scissors n d trimmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138146866253961762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R05dWg7amiI/AAAAAAAAANY/l6QjXSf-y70/s320/DSC00513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Not juz tat, he's not even afraid when he's shaved wit d blade. No prob la...Check out his sideburn, so shadowy n long n pointed... natural eh, not drawn...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138147282865789490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R05duw7amjI/AAAAAAAAANg/i8z-PltlJLI/s320/DSC00520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look at tat smiley face...he's so proud of his new look tat he won't let anyone, not even d wind 2 mess up his hair...Vain la, like me....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, if u wanna clean, nice, fabulous n professional haircut wit a reasonable price ($8 for adult, $6 for kids) get down 2 my hubby shop...Blk 25 Bedok South...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tata...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-3698810438074804159?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/3698810438074804159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=3698810438074804159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3698810438074804159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3698810438074804159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2007/11/master-piece.html' title='Master Piece'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/R05clw7amhI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LoXn5V0rT5E/s72-c/DSC00511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-6373676248489891765</id><published>2007-11-14T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T12:13:12.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Sis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/Rzp0ThJt1WI/AAAAAAAAANI/vQ6nuUkoywU/s1600-h/1_723589791l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132542604007560546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/Rzp0ThJt1WI/AAAAAAAAANI/vQ6nuUkoywU/s320/1_723589791l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope its not 2 late 2 say a BIG thank you 2 my sis for tat LAAATE birthday greeting...&lt;br /&gt;Haa...my baby sis no longer a baby...life wit her was so colorful n like a roller-coaster ride...hehehe.. u noe wat i mean, sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niway, my sis getting married soon n im all excited for her coz finally she is settling down wit ONE guy...how lucky tat guy is, i hope he realise wat a gem my sis is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies sis, i wish u all d best n success n hope tat u wil hav a blissful marriage life soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is d time 4 u 2 learn how 2 cook coz u noe ur man luvs food 2 d max...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taaaa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-6373676248489891765?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/6373676248489891765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=6373676248489891765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/6373676248489891765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/6373676248489891765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanks-sis.html' title='Thanks Sis!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/Rzp0ThJt1WI/AAAAAAAAANI/vQ6nuUkoywU/s72-c/1_723589791l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-4242396768407917071</id><published>2007-11-14T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T11:33:21.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Darlings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been ages (actually abt 3mths) since i snapped new pics of my darlings...Work got in d way, 2 bz 2 enjoy wat li'l wonders going on ard us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Niway, d luv of my life got a haircut, but somehow they can neva gif him a decent cut...alwez turn out 2 be juz as bad as b4 d cut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132529675311800114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/Rzpoi-AcXzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/MPermh3UdVc/s320/DSC00452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My "Commander"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes i wonder if these peeps who claim 2 be creative hairstylist, juz how cld u claim 2 be one if u juz cant do a simple haircut...normal slope...yet they can neva get tat slope. Nope.. no slope at all...sigh...its so frustrating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Niway, my souls r really growing up fast...2 fast i think. They really fill my life wit laughter n tears... they r comical but 2 see them growing up n soon will be leaving me makes my heart weep...boohoohoohoo...&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RzppyeAcX0I/AAAAAAAAAMc/Qx_gEvQsS3g/s1600-h/DSC00462.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RzpsEOAcX2I/AAAAAAAAAMs/3TDi6s92jFw/s1600-h/DSC00462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132533545077333858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RzpsEOAcX2I/AAAAAAAAAMs/3TDi6s92jFw/s320/DSC00462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RzpsSeAcX3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/0Ij5bM2lIdQ/s1600-h/DSC00458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132533789890469746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RzpsSeAcX3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/0Ij5bM2lIdQ/s320/DSC00458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RzpqBuAcX1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/qr7B5YTsnN4/s1600-h/DSC00458.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My life is soooo complete...one general in command n 5li'l monsters...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Neva need 2 ask for more or less, these gifts from Allah are priceless....Amin!&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/11248746-4242396768407917071?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/4242396768407917071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=4242396768407917071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/4242396768407917071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/4242396768407917071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-darlings.html' title='My Darlings...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/Rzpoi-AcXzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/MPermh3UdVc/s72-c/DSC00452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-6990146097653630405</id><published>2007-11-14T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T11:07:58.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for (tummy) Rumble...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RzpeAOAcXyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/xyaaXvy0ags/s1600-h/DSC00476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132518083195068194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RzpeAOAcXyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/xyaaXvy0ags/s320/DSC00476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Friday, we went on a Food Trail. Mission == to better understand the meaning of Healthy Food, Healthy Life...So off we hop on to d buses waitg @ d sch foyer. So eager were we tat we planned to eat til we drop. Wat cld be better than going on a healthy food hunt... &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132515480444886754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RzpbouAcXuI/AAAAAAAAALs/tWCZtNB38k8/s320/DSC00464.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My colleagues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1st stop, Tiong Bahru Food Centre. We were guided by tis so-called healthy food expert, telling and showing us how to spot stalls tat serve healthy food...Of more than 30 stalls there, only one stall serves halal food...n d food is not as healthy as u might want it to be...how healthy can d food be if u could only get them to be less oily, less gravy, less sugar, blah...blah...blah...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132517155482132210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RzpdKOAcXvI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xfWTXMBYdwk/s320/DSC00468.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My pathetic plate of Mee Rebus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Decided to wait til we get to d very last stop...a well-known restaurant in CBD area. Niway, after tat heart-wrenching (more like stomach-chopping) meal...we were "delivered" to Bukit Merah where we were again shown how to select healthy food items...not tat we do not know how, but its part of d whole programme. Again it was boringly mind-smashing, coz i juz wanna smash my head against d wall if i hav 2 listen 2 d old guide rambling on n on abt healthy choices....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last stop, we juz cant wait 2 get there coz we hav wasted abt 3 hrs senselessly...(is there such a word??) When we got there, I was horrified coz we were bundled into tis tiny place n it was so suffocating as they did d bbqing indoor, in an air-con room, windows all shut...!! By then, i really felt like i was being bbqd coz when we left d place, i smell like bbq chicken wing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I swear if there is a hungry dog or cat out there, it would hav mistaken me for its meal...really, i smell like one juicy bbq chicken wing, or satay...Talk abt healthy life, d food was healthy but d environment...not! I might as well smoke ten ciggys to get tat effect...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Good trip? Yes, it was an eye opener, a gd time for us to bond closer, but the whole trip was not tat educational n its really wasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyhow, my tummy rumble n grumble...got home n fixed myself home-made spaghetti...much healthier coz there's nothing in it except crushed garlic, mushrms, some herbs, n salt n pepper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next trip? maybe grocery shopping wld be better... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-6990146097653630405?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/6990146097653630405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=6990146097653630405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/6990146097653630405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/6990146097653630405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-for-tummy-rumble.html' title='Time for (tummy) Rumble...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RzpeAOAcXyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/xyaaXvy0ags/s72-c/DSC00476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-4643361501922835812</id><published>2007-10-26T07:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T07:41:34.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hols R Here Again...!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so haaaappy...sch hols r here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2day is MTP, so there's nothing much going on xcept for when parents request 2 see me. But, afternoon invigilation is still going on...aaarrgghh...i'm sooooo drained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tis morning, after i got dressed for work, hubby got up as usual to send me off @ d parkg lot. He does tat evry morning without fail. Wat to do? I got up @ 5am daily, take my shower, get dressed n zoom off 2 work by 6am. So, considering tat it's still dark n quiet, hubby insists on seeing me get into my car safely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Niway, tis morning my body ached all over. Hubby gave me a good rub @ d back, n suggested tat i shld drink tis traditional herbal drink, not sure how it's spelled but i think it's "habbatussaudah". Black beads, really black tat do not dissolve in water. One look at it, i had second thought abt drinkg it. However, in order to rid tis ache in my body, i gulped it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It does not taste tat bad, in fact it's much better than my normal jamu i take evry day. I could neva take my jamu w/out adding honey n lime juice. But tis drink i took from hubby was ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125423499165689122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RyEphE815SI/AAAAAAAAALc/g7LESuH4Mpo/s320/DSC00429.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dun i look fresh!?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;After 1/2 hr taking it, i feel refreshed. Sooooo happy, surprisingly d ache in my body is almost gone now. Now, i'm ready 2 start my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies, time 2 face a new day...&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/11248746-4643361501922835812?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/4643361501922835812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=4643361501922835812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/4643361501922835812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/4643361501922835812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2007/10/hols-r-here-again.html' title='Hols R Here Again...!!!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RyEphE815SI/AAAAAAAAALc/g7LESuH4Mpo/s72-c/DSC00429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-3495098003118147997</id><published>2007-10-25T06:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T11:39:00.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spin tat creative mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RyAPSE815NI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7DHXhjtkWrk/s1600-h/DSC00400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125113179188618450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RyAPSE815NI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7DHXhjtkWrk/s320/DSC00400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No, it's not Mocca.com, i'm not advertising anytg, not selling my home. Juz wanna capture 'd moment' like my work space, i'd better snap these photos while my home is still in the Hari Raya 'mood'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125040546996675746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/Rx_NOU815KI/AAAAAAAAAKc/dyfJ2oaghtI/s320/DSC00398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Actually, it will neva stay tis beautiful n neatly-arranged for long. Soon after Hari Raya, it will be back to being messy but still beautiful to some extent... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My kids juz luv running ard n throwg things all over d place. Not tat i condone such behaviour, but where else can they run amuk in Spore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytg in d house can be turn into playthings. Sometimes they get so creative, i wonder where tat quality comes from...hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember when i was little, abt 4 or 5 yrs old, i wld sit under my mom's sewing machine n went for a spin...literally went for a spin...pretending tat i was driving a car, i wld sit cross-legged on d foot pedal, holding on to d spinning wheel n spin off...drove my mom crazy coz then she would have problem using d equipment after my rendezvous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125112758281823426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RyAO5k815MI/AAAAAAAAAKs/QOUYR04Whsw/s320/6-singer.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;juz like my mom's sewg machine back in d 70's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now, my kids dun hav 2 go thru all tat trouble, they juz hav 2 hop into my car n feel d real driving experience 1st hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aaahhh...those were d days....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Back 2 my home, wat else can i do??? Maybe next yr i'll renovate my home...child-proof concept. Got to get creative..!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-3495098003118147997?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/3495098003118147997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=3495098003118147997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3495098003118147997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3495098003118147997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2007/10/creative-creations.html' title='Spin tat creative mind...'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RyAPSE815NI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7DHXhjtkWrk/s72-c/DSC00400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-2192724999129923335</id><published>2007-10-22T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T08:34:06.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for giving...Raya!</title><content type='html'>Sometg special tis Raya season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y? Spent lotsa $$$ sprucing up my mom's place. Bought new sofa set, dining set, new fridge, curtains, bla...bla...bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y? Mom's home need tat new look...n i juz want my mom n dad to hav a great Raya tis year. Won't disclose how much i've spent but it costs me a bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y? Seeing my hubby lost his dad recently made me realise tat i must make my "ortu" (orang tua - parents la) happy n problem-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y? To let them know tat i'm still ard n care so much for them, furthermore my sis is getting married soon, so i understand her constraints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y? Family is my greatest asset...i only hav my hubby to thank for understanding my position n his willingness to help me make my parents happy...(ok, ok, i spent his money...hehehe...wat belongs to him belongs to me...)...Luv u Darlg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning point? Nothing makes u happier than seeing ur ortu's happy faces....n my kids' faces as well when we went shopping for new clothes n shoes n bla, bla, bla...Indeed, Hari Raya a time for giving n wat u get in return is priceless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-2192724999129923335?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/2192724999129923335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=2192724999129923335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2192724999129923335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/2192724999129923335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2007/10/time-for-givingraya.html' title='Time for giving...Raya!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-3192854232108866719</id><published>2007-10-03T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T14:23:23.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>News from Johor</title><content type='html'>Last weekend i lost my pa-in-law. Got a call @ 5.40 am, wasn't shocked, in fact we hav expected it 2 happen soon. I pitied my ma-in-law, she had been takg care of my late pa-in-law n she herself is not in gd health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119576154121810962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RwxjYzL9tBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/53-ARtl7WGo/s320/DSC00392.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Niway, we r glad tat evrytg went smoothly. So, after d funeral, hubby n i went ard JB(my pa-in-law lived in Johor la) n we had a chance 2 experience d ramadhan atmosphere there. We went 2 a few food bazaars n i was so awed by d variety of food displayed. Especially d drink stall, colorful drinks displayed was so tempting given d hot n scorchy weather....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oooh...there were lotsa mouth-watering food until i cld not make up my mind wat 2 buy for breakfasting....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119576725352461346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/Rwxj6DL9tCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oGSP6F6FNLI/s320/30092007602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But my faaaaaaavourite is....deep fried chicken skin...sooooo crispy, sooooo sinful tats y i like.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119577700310037554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RwxkyzL9tDI/AAAAAAAAAKE/70kzjGC8Z30/s320/30092007604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Haaa...n another favourite for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119578314490360898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RwxlWjL9tEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/EwmYVbLfjBU/s320/30092007603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;OOOhhhh...u can get tis only in Johor...i went bonkers n i juz cldnt help myself but force hubby 2 get me RM5 worth of d sinful crispy deep fried chicken skin juz for me...all mine...! And d cendol, get tis, only RM2..! U can neva get value 4 ur money like tis back in Spore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby was so sweet, he got me evrytg i asked for even tho he know tat i cld neva finish 'em all, (hubby not into all tis, except for my cooking...he goes crazy over my home-cooked meals). Luv u lots Darlg....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okies, planning 2 go there again, tis time i wanna get more chix skin n more cendol....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh..., i pray for my pa-in-law's soul to rest in peace....Al-Fatehah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-3192854232108866719?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/3192854232108866719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=3192854232108866719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3192854232108866719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/3192854232108866719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2007/10/news-from-johor.html' title='News from Johor'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RwxjYzL9tBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/53-ARtl7WGo/s72-c/DSC00392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-7950328124093958485</id><published>2007-10-02T10:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T11:44:28.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RwG9SzL9s_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/VfCXRdz9E30/s1600-h/1_897709119l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116578782345278450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RwG9SzL9s_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/VfCXRdz9E30/s320/1_897709119l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 28 Sep 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graduation Ceremony for my 4T1 kitties. Been wit 'em for a yr n they were a vunderful lot. I hav 2 admit tat sometimes they really drove me up d wall wit their silly jokes, earth-shattering laughter, oh-so-natural-goofiness, n rules-r-made-2-broken-attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116578477402600418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RwG9BDL9s-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/TLXJpc5ZFEc/s320/1_420940575l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;However, i could neva stay angry at 'em for long, many a times wen i juz cldn't take their craps, i wld literally blow my top. Instantly, tat shook 'em off their feet n they wld stop their nonsense. This is d part where i shld continue being stern n angry, but d minute i saw their pouting expressions, i wld burst out laughing... Not a day gone by witout me feeling exhausted n drained yet satisfied tat i've bonded wit em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116579229021877250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RwG9szL9tAI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Gxs2aYg5luc/s320/1_193812165l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;To my 4T1 kitties, i wish u success n dun u guys eva 4get ur old tr here...sob...sob...(gd riddance)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heeheehee... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248746-7950328124093958485?l=blackthots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/feeds/7950328124093958485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248746&amp;postID=7950328124093958485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/7950328124093958485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248746/posts/default/7950328124093958485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackthots.blogspot.com/2007/10/farewell.html' title='Farewell!!!'/><author><name>Azmi's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187744317147040993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/SY-4WmL3OLI/AAAAAAAAA6o/STM_i5Lqa-Q/S220/Muaacks!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/RwG9SzL9s_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/VfCXRdz9E30/s72-c/1_897709119l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248746.post-3535128975716413877</id><published>2007-09-28T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T07:08:10.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm speechless - for once!</title><content type='html'>31 Aug - Our school celebrated Teachers' Day. Supposedly we were told to dress as any fairytale characters, maybe tats d way our students tried 2 get back at us 4. Niway, tis yr, Trs Day means a lot 2 me coz i'm blessed wit a wonderful n lovable class of 4T1. I hav 2 admit tat they r playful but they really lite up my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115020529555583890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/Rvw0EjL9s5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/o4EXCrTWSh4/s320/124_105103_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But d most fun part was when my gals, Malay Dance members performed their traditional Malay Dance. Dressed as Princess Warrior, they really danced very well n graceful. I'm so proud of 'em all. It took 'em only 2 wks 2 master d steps i've taught 'em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115022148758254498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/Rvw1izL9s6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/QzV8XWrg6ho/s320/124_105348_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Juz look at 'em. They r so beautiful on stage. Highly entertaining yet i felt sad coz i'm sure gonna miz my form class. Not d gifts they gave me, but the pride in their face 2 hav me as their form teacher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115022857427858354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/Rvw2MDL9s7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/FZpCeXYvfmc/s320/124_105503_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115023239679947714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y8p7M5eac2A/Rvw2iTL9s8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/uYjxZsCHHOM/s320/125_105736_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Niway, i'm so touched when they gave me their self-made card, a huge one 2! Everyone of 'em wrote in it, their heartfelt thanks n gratitude 2 me for being their 'mother'. I luv 'em all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my 4T1 kitties, i'm glad i was given a chance 2 be ur mentor n ur fren. 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