<?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-4783917817128423440</id><updated>2012-02-11T16:32:50.120+08:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='eiman'/><title type='text'>ewnict's space</title><subtitle type='html'>life only gives you so many chances. so take it, keep it, hold it, love it &amp; be grateful of what you have.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ewnict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180074156107175674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SKTkpwGNThI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BbzrZ6nZo1g/S220/IMG_4122.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783917817128423440.post-3037724985396985761</id><published>2009-01-13T15:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:01:55.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am happy but i am sad</title><content type='html'>too many things have taken place within a blink of an eye. yes, i know my number-one-bil will make a big deal when he sees this blog finally updated.sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was my japan trip that i drafted some time ago and never finished. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there were bits and pieces of Raya preparation and celebration which i decided would be best uploaded in Facebook since i know i am such a bummer when it comes to blogging. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was this trip to Thailand which involved a lot of eating and hair colouring which i just could not find the time to write. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a hundred other beautiful things i left untold because as i am writing this i am feeling very tired and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i am determined to post this one up. by today.not that there is much to share, but it is important that i accomplish this.no, not for anyone else but myself.funny how we struggle day in and day out to complete our tasks at work but do very little about the things that mattered most to us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, one of the major things that took place in 2008 was news of me renewing my pregger membership. the good news took on a different note two months down the lane -that is, apart from the pregger membership i also renewed my morning-sickness license. the traumatic experience lasted for almost a month and a half- resulting in unpaid leave, hospitalization and in-room lock up, eventually. since everything around me smelled nasty, avoidance was the best remedy to all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes, i am still thrilled about being pregnant but i can't help feeling useless and down at the same time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and did i mention, apart from learning that there are other preggers in the family like Baby &amp; Shasha, i also have a partner in crime at work! My lunch buddy Puteri is also expecting -4th child and FINAL pregnancy according to her la. Let's see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, thank God, things got better as the new year unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was back at work on the 2nd day of new year. a lot of things to catch up with. also a bunch of emails that needed to be replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i must say i am quite excited to be back at work but by 5pm i start to feel extreme exhaustion. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention the weird dreams accompanying my sleepless nights. the scariest was when i dreamt my gigi all tercabut and patah. based on personal experience, it has been proven true that this will follow suit with news on someone's death soon.&lt;br /&gt;few days later i received news my grandma is very ill-so this must be it.... but one perculiar element in the dream kept bothering me. dhiana and shariman were present in the gigi patah dream. nothing much can be done but to pray for their safetiness and the same time balik kampung to visit nenek. her condition was very unstable.one minute she is ok, and the other minute she is not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally at 3 in the morning Mak received a call from London. Aunty Mahani passed away.... it may be a coincidence but no wonder there were elements of ....in the dream. sigh. may her soul rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to 2009. things were getting pretty well until i received news of my beloved professor who has delevoped a critical illness. for someone who leads a healthy lifestyle, it just doesn't make sense. i finally got to speak to her yesterday and listening to the sound of her voice gave me the assurance that she  will come through it all just fine, InsyaAllah. and i believe there is a silver lining somewhere, who knows. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, if you ask me i am currently with mixed emotions. &lt;em&gt;despite being happy, i do feel sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4783917817128423440-3037724985396985761?l=shuriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/feeds/3037724985396985761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4783917817128423440&amp;postID=3037724985396985761&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/3037724985396985761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/3037724985396985761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-happy-but-i-am-sad.html' title='i am happy but i am sad'/><author><name>ewnict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180074156107175674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SKTkpwGNThI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BbzrZ6nZo1g/S220/IMG_4122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783917817128423440.post-6014436909402841472</id><published>2008-07-01T19:41:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:12:16.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A way delayed entry : London Trip May 2008</title><content type='html'>ye lah i know i am very lembab at this. well, people like me don't have the luxury of updating their entire life's chronicles every other hour, every other day like ebi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, anyways, due to constant pressure from close friends and family members, here it is. a lil' short story on our recent trip to London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEFORE DEPARTURE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memang lawak. when mak first told me we were leaving on 14 May, little did she realise the ticket said 12.00 midnight on 14 May. So, it meant getting there at the airport 2 hrs before departure which is 13 May at 10:00pm. With the intinerary in her hand, she said "Hang make sure hang sampai Penang by noon on the 14th coz we are leaving malam tu"...so, without further delay saya pun cepat2 la beli one-way ticket on Air Asia leaving on 14 May, in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Makcik Jah who stumbled upon the itinerary on 12th May and immediately called me to clarify if what she thought it meant is true. apa lagi, kelam kabut la start packing. so u can imagine how kelam kabut everything was on 13th May. As if that wasn't enough, Mak only realised Shafique's passport has expired at about 4p.m. on that day they were spose to board for KL, to catch the connecting flight to London.At this point of course I too, didnt bother to catch another flight to Penang and told them I would meet them at KLIA to check-in from there instead.So Mak did her PR thingy in a wham and Shafique's passport was produced in time before the immigration closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.this episode clearly brings back memories to the time when Shariman's wedding caterer put up the wedding a day earlier thinking it was on 18 instead of 19 January. but that was fun. it was like having a pre-wedding feast that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KUL-DUBAI-LONDON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Dubai Airport we had 6 hours to kill so what else is there to do other than eat, eat and eat. we had one of the best ice creams and briyani and green curry...&lt;br /&gt;at Heathrow, I met Puteri and hubby who were on their way to return their rented car as they were leaving for Msia the next day. Puteri handed over her Oyster cards for me to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We too, rented a 7 seater Sharan MPV that just could not take all our luggages in. 3 times of reloading and uploading with Shafique squashed into nothing larger than a 7 year old finally got us heading to Sheffield. After several arguments in the car on who is reading the map right, we finally arrived about 4 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Sheffield, Uncle Alan and Aunty Mahani's hospitality is beyond what one can imagine. Her house is warm and cosy. Food is abundance. Her garage is as good as Amapang's Cash Converters. Macam2 ada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some of the pictures taken at her place during our two day visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__IUai53mnxI/SIFeyp6F7fI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NG6vbCk1EYk/s1600-h/London+Trip+14+05+2008+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__IUai53mnxI/SIFeyp6F7fI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NG6vbCk1EYk/s320/London+Trip+14+05+2008+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224561267062468082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__IUai53mnxI/SIFezi_BBmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wCnIVLvPL3g/s1600-h/London+Trip+14+05+2008+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__IUai53mnxI/SIFezi_BBmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wCnIVLvPL3g/s320/London+Trip+14+05+2008+068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224561282383939170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__IUai53mnxI/SIFe0ODnI7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6w26nA2dPcs/s1600-h/London+Trip+14+05+2008+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__IUai53mnxI/SIFe0ODnI7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6w26nA2dPcs/s320/London+Trip+14+05+2008+072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224561293945938866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__IUai53mnxI/SIFkLgvFnxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5HW6HqHEYbY/s1600-h/London+Trip+14+05+2008+377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__IUai53mnxI/SIFkLgvFnxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5HW6HqHEYbY/s320/London+Trip+14+05+2008+377.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224567191655259922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in london, you have to be of a certain age to drive an MPV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__IUai53mnxI/SIFkL_MQYlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6Njrc0FLids/s1600-h/London+Trip+14+05+2008+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__IUai53mnxI/SIFkL_MQYlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6Njrc0FLids/s320/London+Trip+14+05+2008+090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224567199830663762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shariman didn't comply, so I was the only backup.But Ba did most of the long-distance driving of course. I only drove around town..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__IUai53mnxI/SIFkMPCJPaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/y8AOznjhCIE/s1600-h/London+Trip+14+05+2008+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__IUai53mnxI/SIFkMPCJPaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/y8AOznjhCIE/s320/London+Trip+14+05+2008+091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224567204083219874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FROM SHEFFIELD TO HERTOFRDSHIRE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our intention to drive up to Scotland din't materialise as we had too little time and also because the main thing is to get Shariman and Dhiana settled down in Hertfordshire. but i can't seem to find where are pictures of us in hertfordshire.so i'm moving on to our story in Wolverhampton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN WOLVES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still can't believe we had so much fun with E.T. in Wolverhampton. And not to forget the warm hospitality from Sanya and family. and the good food, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxJLb1hzUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3xQKXg7m3jQ/s1600-h/IMG_2943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxJLb1hzUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3xQKXg7m3jQ/s320/IMG_2943.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254655326034185538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing ET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxJLap5A8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/LdIQnYyLAf0/s1600-h/IMG_2949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxJLap5A8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/LdIQnYyLAf0/s320/IMG_2949.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254655325716939714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best tandoori and chicken curry ever in history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxJLn2zhxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/8z0iLaS7fng/s1600-h/IMG_2959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxJLn2zhxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/8z0iLaS7fng/s320/IMG_2959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254655329260766994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the park with the girls. and all-girl outing at drayton manor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxJL6TQYRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/X27rmJsDgUg/s1600-h/IMG_2962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxJL6TQYRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/X27rmJsDgUg/s320/IMG_2962.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254655334211936530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaz made some histerically superb kebabs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxJMCn5ifI/AAAAAAAAAIk/zow-GYt-PLA/s1600-h/IMG_2965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxJMCn5ifI/AAAAAAAAAIk/zow-GYt-PLA/s320/IMG_2965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254655336446003698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had lovely scones to go with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxK2HS5YmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/x-pXy-BvCwc/s1600-h/IMG_2963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxK2HS5YmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/x-pXy-BvCwc/s320/IMG_2963.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254657158766223970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cans of coke of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxK2IgR23I/AAAAAAAAAI0/J6TuPYAUtZ0/s1600-h/IMG_2972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxK2IgR23I/AAAAAAAAAI0/J6TuPYAUtZ0/s320/IMG_2972.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254657159090789234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we came accross these two lovebirds at the mini-animal park. so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxK2QGqO2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/HjeqxYlaBbM/s1600-h/IMG_2978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxK2QGqO2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/HjeqxYlaBbM/s320/IMG_2978.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254657161130818402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with darling areena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM WOLVES TO LONDON&lt;br /&gt;Sempat singgah sekejap di London before heading to Kent. Shopped at Camden Town. Nice until we received a call from Mak asking us to head to KENT before it gets dark. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxK2nF_0_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Z4oOf0eDO3E/s1600-h/IMG_3009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxK2nF_0_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Z4oOf0eDO3E/s320/IMG_3009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254657167302054898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baker street, obviously hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxK28YfSzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iaA4WmjPVW4/s1600-h/IMG_3016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxK28YfSzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iaA4WmjPVW4/s320/IMG_3016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254657173016759090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camden town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN KENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made a quick stop at Aunt Ah Im's house in Kent. The last time we were here was in 1985/86 so I don't quite remember anything. But it was a lovely reunion for Mak &amp; Ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxM8nIw9vI/AAAAAAAAAJU/IrHh1wVXGBQ/s1600-h/IMG_3033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxM8nIw9vI/AAAAAAAAAJU/IrHh1wVXGBQ/s320/IMG_3033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254659469416134386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak &amp; Aunty Ah Im, reunited. She got us an extremely good fish &amp; chips for dinner from this shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxM84E0gNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/VrJ56lXhelU/s1600-h/IMG_3037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxM84E0gNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/VrJ56lXhelU/s320/IMG_3037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254659473962991826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with her boys. it's amazing how the GPS managed to get us right at the doorstep without guidance. they were sooo surprised to us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they didn't quite trust the GPS to take us to Cloth Hall though, so they drove us there, in total darkness! memang ada rasa mcm nak patah balik...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxM9HCKGcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/eoalsFcrAJ0/s1600-h/IMG_3136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxM9HCKGcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/eoalsFcrAJ0/s320/IMG_3136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254659477978356162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloth Hall during the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxM9Ltr64I/AAAAAAAAAJs/-dXqS4vhxnQ/s1600-h/IMG_3055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxM9Ltr64I/AAAAAAAAAJs/-dXqS4vhxnQ/s320/IMG_3055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254659479234669442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the view from my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxM9jeXGNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/LvtPWviaE9E/s1600-h/IMG_3041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxM9jeXGNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/LvtPWviaE9E/s320/IMG_3041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254659485612841170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our room. shariman &amp; dhiana had their own. tapi penakut so ET accompanied them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if staying at Cloth Hall for one night was not scary enough, we extended our stay for 3 nights in total! but it was all worth it, especially when we got to shop in Ashford!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxRiFlr2YI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kBkB7CPqtNE/s1600-h/IMG_3119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxRiFlr2YI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kBkB7CPqtNE/s320/IMG_3119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254664511292168578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with shafique at the vinyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxRiR9V9eI/AAAAAAAAAKE/VVLYtKpFLKA/s1600-h/IMG_3106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxRiR9V9eI/AAAAAAAAAKE/VVLYtKpFLKA/s320/IMG_3106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254664514612622818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with ba at the small cute pond in front of the cottage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxRiRYMYSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/DMH8fa15l-M/s1600-h/IMG_3090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxRiRYMYSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/DMH8fa15l-M/s320/IMG_3090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254664514456805666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxRirBwuGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Y_br8BCOHrI/s1600-h/IMG_3091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxRirBwuGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Y_br8BCOHrI/s320/IMG_3091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254664521342040162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had plenty of fresh raspberries and blueberries! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxRi4cf34I/AAAAAAAAAKc/23Dj_SNZsOQ/s1600-h/IMG_3122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxRi4cf34I/AAAAAAAAAKc/23Dj_SNZsOQ/s320/IMG_3122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254664524943843202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of the pictures i liked very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that..we cooked up a storm as the cottage had fully equipped kitchen facilities. kari ikan cod, lasagne, roast chicken, u name it, we had it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BACK IN LONDON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxZRnbYeuI/AAAAAAAAAKk/IxN55yU94S8/s1600-h/IMG_3216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxZRnbYeuI/AAAAAAAAAKk/IxN55yU94S8/s320/IMG_3216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254673024411007714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxZSOuC2EI/AAAAAAAAAKs/1tX2bpR_rH0/s1600-h/IMG_3223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxZSOuC2EI/AAAAAAAAAKs/1tX2bpR_rH0/s320/IMG_3223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254673034958264386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxZSNLG9qI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5p1KHVDgxDM/s1600-h/IMG_3240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxZSNLG9qI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5p1KHVDgxDM/s320/IMG_3240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254673034543298210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxZSVeN0SI/AAAAAAAAAK8/56ig0U42tss/s1600-h/IMG_3250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SOxZSVeN0SI/AAAAAAAAAK8/56ig0U42tss/s320/IMG_3250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254673036770922786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip was a good one. only that alfy and eiman weren't around :(&lt;br /&gt;perhaps next year i should revisit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4783917817128423440-6014436909402841472?l=shuriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/feeds/6014436909402841472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4783917817128423440&amp;postID=6014436909402841472&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/6014436909402841472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/6014436909402841472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/2008/07/way-delayed-entry-london-trip-may-2008.html' title='A way delayed entry : London Trip May 2008'/><author><name>ewnict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180074156107175674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SKTkpwGNThI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BbzrZ6nZo1g/S220/IMG_4122.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__IUai53mnxI/SIFeyp6F7fI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NG6vbCk1EYk/s72-c/London+Trip+14+05+2008+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783917817128423440.post-5116296960551049232</id><published>2008-05-10T11:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T12:17:34.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>w-hat the ?</title><content type='html'>1. a 33 year old clerk was stabbed in a robbery attack at Jalan Maktab yesterday&lt;br /&gt;2. sharlinie is still missing&lt;br /&gt;3. nurin's murderer has yet to be found&lt;br /&gt;4. tremendous hike in price of wheatbased items&lt;br /&gt;5. potential hike in oil price&lt;br /&gt;6. increasing number of unemployed graduates in the country&lt;br /&gt;7. the alarming rate of 'reported' denggi cases in klang valley&lt;br /&gt;8. unwanted publicity like altantuya's case which now has caught a worldwide interest. &lt;br /&gt;9. deliver permanent homes for Tsunami victims at Tanjung Bungah as promised&lt;br /&gt;10.influx of illegal immigrants &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above is a fraction of what should be given serious attention to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know about the rest of you, but i certainly could not care less at this point about what Karpal had said or what the ruling party intend to do with him or the mufti Perak or Raja Muda so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nor am i interested to view the live telecast of so-called 'wakil' rakyat bickering at one another in parliament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so do you really think our children will be in safe hands in the future? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being Malaysian, i seriously hope this little faith i have left for the country would not diminish and disappear after 28 years of instilling it.&lt;div 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?'/><author><name>ewnict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180074156107175674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SKTkpwGNThI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BbzrZ6nZo1g/S220/IMG_4122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783917817128423440.post-5007122625104384458</id><published>2008-04-30T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T18:13:13.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>living with my husband &amp; m.i.l. under the same roof</title><content type='html'>i have pondered quite some time ago on writing about the above. today somehow seemed not too bad at the office (despite having just completed a fire drill that had me walking 8 floors down the stairs!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, back to the topic, i still remember it was rather challenging when i first got married, to know that i was to live with my husband and mother-in-law. not that they were mean or anything, just a little inconvenient to have discussions or rather arguments with your partner in the presence of an elderly person. in other words, tak boleh bertengkar lebih2 la. well, which can sometimes be seen as an advantage, but on the other hand it is also unhealthy to always be sweeping everything under the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is also sometimes annoying when you can't have things your way/your say especially when it comes to the kids. often, you will end up looking like the bad guy in the eyes of your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while several topics have been heatedly debated off late, there doesn't seem to be any conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week though, as i have more space and time to think to myself, i just cannot believe the findings/results of my analysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It has only been two days without alfy. He left for Penang on Monday for some event job &amp; would most probably be there for a week. And I miss him already.hehehe.....why la? why? and i also wonder how he survives the loneliness when i'm usually gone for almost a week.&lt;br /&gt;2. I cannot comprehend how single parents do it, and GOD, I pray that you will always give us the strength to survive any obstacles in our marriage.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am so very lucky I do not have any s.i.l or b.i.l to talk behind my back. &lt;br /&gt;4. I thought I could never live without my son. Now I realise, I also cannot live without my mother-in-law. She cooks, clean, wash &amp; iron and babysit, day in-day out. 5. I am maid-free and stress-free these days.&lt;br /&gt;6. I lead a healthier live coz I get to eat home-cooked food all the time.&lt;br /&gt;7. I get to party with friends whenever I like without worrying about what's going on at home.&lt;br /&gt;8. Most of all, I must thank her for her commitment and sacrifices that enabled me to concentrate on work at the office and be where I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said all of that, I have also realised how much simpler life can be for you when you look at things differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true when my mother said "You must treat your m.i.l like you would treat me, and if you hurt her in any way, it's as good as hurting me, remember that"...ok, so maybe that explains why i am sometimes rebellious to my m.i.l. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boss often tells me how lucky i should be to have a m.i.l who hardly complains and is supportive of whatever i do. mind you, i still do stupid stuff like singing, eating &amp; traveling at every given opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really, like my cousin once said, "Life only gives you so many chances, so take it, keep it, hold it, love it &amp; be grateful of what you have"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. let me be honest about all this emotional write-up. yesterday went i reached home after work, my m.i.l. made my all time favourite beef ball soup and sweet sour fish. for a person like her who doesn't eat much, plus alfy is out of town, who'd u think the food was prepared for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace you all. love yourself. save the earth. hate the government. HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4783917817128423440-5007122625104384458?l=shuriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/feeds/5007122625104384458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4783917817128423440&amp;postID=5007122625104384458&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/5007122625104384458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/5007122625104384458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/2008/04/living-with-my-husband-mil-under-same.html' title='living with my husband &amp; m.i.l. under the same roof'/><author><name>ewnict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180074156107175674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SKTkpwGNThI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BbzrZ6nZo1g/S220/IMG_4122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783917817128423440.post-6049480422266169725</id><published>2008-04-28T10:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:42:25.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what drives you</title><content type='html'>why is it that everytime before you clock into bed, you'd want to believe you've had it with work and you just don't feel like going to the office anymore and start imagining how interesting life would have been if you were filthy rich and need not work. all this creative thinking stays there a bit until you fall asleep and walaa..next thing you know you are up at 6:00a.m. woken up by the annoying sound of the alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as if on autopilot mode, you head to the showers and dress in your typical-perhaps-worn-twice-this-month-attire, grab some leftovers in the fridge, stash all makeup in a small bag and head out the front door like a bullet train knowing you are going to be late for work. and yet this happens everyday (if you are as lucky as i am, i get to do my makeup in the car while alfy drives me to work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as you step into your office, you know just where to start. thoughts of yesterday are simply non-existent right now. you go through the day begging for more time so that you can finish all your work,work,work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the mundane routine of having to reply emails, compose new emails, prepare reports &amp;amp; presentation, etc....what else is in store for you that is some sort of a challenge for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during one of the media interview earlier this year, a reporter asked me "what is seen as the biggest challenge in performing your work?" not giving it much thought, i said well, to constantly suit the needs of a diversed group of people we have here at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now think that statement is a bit overrated. i now realise what is it that drives me to the wall, and yet once accomplished/tackled, it's like i have won 1st place in a marathon (hmm..not that i actually know how that feels either, coz i'm not a sporty person you see).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4783917817128423440-6049480422266169725?l=shuriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/feeds/6049480422266169725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4783917817128423440&amp;postID=6049480422266169725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/6049480422266169725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/6049480422266169725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-drives-you.html' title='what drives you'/><author><name>ewnict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180074156107175674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SKTkpwGNThI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BbzrZ6nZo1g/S220/IMG_4122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783917817128423440.post-2592340008312924038</id><published>2008-04-23T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:48:40.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Datuk Siti in tha house</title><content type='html'>ok la....i have to admit that she is pretty and friendly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA6_aznwVlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/utiVWfAe3FQ/s1600-h/IMG_2630K.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA6_aznwVlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/utiVWfAe3FQ/s320/IMG_2630K.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192297887659218514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA6_bTnwVmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BkHxcGXimVI/s1600-h/IMG_2642k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA6_bTnwVmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BkHxcGXimVI/s320/IMG_2642k.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192297896249153122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA6_bjnwVnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/E3FFqrOlhCA/s1600-h/ct%26i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA6_bjnwVnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/E3FFqrOlhCA/s320/ct%26i.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192297900544120434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4783917817128423440-2592340008312924038?l=shuriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/feeds/2592340008312924038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4783917817128423440&amp;postID=2592340008312924038&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/2592340008312924038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/2592340008312924038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/2008/04/datuk-siti-in-tha-house.html' title='Datuk Siti in tha house'/><author><name>ewnict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180074156107175674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SKTkpwGNThI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BbzrZ6nZo1g/S220/IMG_4122.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA6_aznwVlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/utiVWfAe3FQ/s72-c/IMG_2630K.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783917817128423440.post-7204645140230441964</id><published>2008-04-22T10:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:27:00.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheila Majid &amp; A.C. and Mawi in tha house!!</title><content type='html'>there's just too much to write in here. after months of planning, the much-awaited Secretaries Week event finally took place at Dewan Perdana Felda on April 8th &amp; 15th 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Sheila, AC &amp; Mawi for putting together a fantastic performance ala Vegas. From the press conference, exclusive interviews right to the event day, let these pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA1XFjnwVeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LETTPVKK7wc/s1600-h/IMG_0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA1XFjnwVeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LETTPVKK7wc/s320/IMG_0143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191901698400998882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's actually her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA1WSznwVcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oRY4hHHVhT0/s1600-h/IMG_0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA1WSznwVcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oRY4hHHVhT0/s320/IMG_0142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191900826522637762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kekwat group photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA1WTTnwVdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/kTHfKMCkxAg/s1600-h/IMG_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA1WTTnwVdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/kTHfKMCkxAg/s320/IMG_0125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191900835112572370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another kekwat group photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA1XFznwVfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/AVSbWBKh7Vc/s1600-h/IMG_0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA1XFznwVfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/AVSbWBKh7Vc/s320/IMG_0164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191901702695966194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA1XFznwVgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sPlEHs3FusE/s1600-h/IMG_0344-Shikin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA1XFznwVgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sPlEHs3FusE/s320/IMG_0344-Shikin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191901702695966210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA1aYjnwVjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TDyITwYuWQQ/s1600-h/sheila%26me2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA1aYjnwVjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TDyITwYuWQQ/s320/sheila%26me2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191905323353396786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down-to-earth diva, she really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA1aYznwVkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qyV6sU5RthM/s1600-h/ACMizal%26Mawi+Event+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA1aYznwVkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qyV6sU5RthM/s320/ACMizal%26Mawi+Event+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191905327648364098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4783917817128423440-7204645140230441964?l=shuriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/feeds/7204645140230441964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4783917817128423440&amp;postID=7204645140230441964&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/7204645140230441964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/7204645140230441964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/2008/04/sheila-majid-ac-and-mawi-in-tha-house.html' title='Sheila Majid &amp; A.C. and Mawi in tha house!!'/><author><name>ewnict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180074156107175674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SKTkpwGNThI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BbzrZ6nZo1g/S220/IMG_4122.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA1XFjnwVeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LETTPVKK7wc/s72-c/IMG_0143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783917817128423440.post-3749062294535278575</id><published>2008-04-22T10:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:46:07.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alfy's smiling again</title><content type='html'>after almost a 2-year wait, finally i get to see a smile on my hubby's face. no, i'm not pregnant. and no, we are not moving into a new house this year either, not just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a victory on my side, the way i look at it, for having procrastinated long enough to get it done and over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. alfy's iBook G4 has a new screen now. the used-to-be-a-laptop at one time became a desktop because i accidentally knocked it down onto the floor. how'd it happen? well, the hairdyer wire got stuck and intertwined with the laptop cable and then the rest was history. i still remembered that very morning clearly. afly was in the bathroom taking the shower and hollered 'what was that ???' when he heard a smashing sound. horrified and gaping at at the sight of the laptop, i figured best was to tell him it was the hairdyrer that fell onto the floor instead. hahah. what on earth was i thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, since then, that laptop had become a desktop coz it was connected to a-very-much compatible monitor screen (courtessy of Mak Lan,) Thanx Mak Lan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, though i know a brand new MACBook pro would have paid justice to all his losses, well at least the iBook is now mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4783917817128423440-3749062294535278575?l=shuriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/feeds/3749062294535278575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4783917817128423440&amp;postID=3749062294535278575&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/3749062294535278575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/3749062294535278575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/2008/04/alfys-smiling-again.html' title='alfy&apos;s smiling again'/><author><name>ewnict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180074156107175674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SKTkpwGNThI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BbzrZ6nZo1g/S220/IMG_4122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783917817128423440.post-6201815324728168412</id><published>2008-04-19T11:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:23:52.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'my day' finally arrived</title><content type='html'>yesterday was a very historical moment for me. friday, april the 18th 2008, eiman finally uttered the word 'mommy'.after one year and 9 months of desperately trying to get him to say it, i gave up sometime ago when he decided to call me by my name instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday though, when he realised how emotionally happy i was at the sound of it, he kept repeating the word 'mommy' as though it was some kind of a magical chant. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kak intan, kakak &amp; abang ebi,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i am very much alive guys. thanx 4 constantly being on the look out for this lonely blog. i have not been very kind to it lately, just like how work has not been that kind to me either, off late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with secretaries' week event now over, i hope i have more time to write from now onwards. well, but then again i have a paper to complete in 1 and a half years time...so how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4783917817128423440-6201815324728168412?l=shuriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/feeds/6201815324728168412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4783917817128423440&amp;postID=6201815324728168412&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/6201815324728168412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/6201815324728168412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-day-finally-arrived.html' title='&apos;my day&apos; finally arrived'/><author><name>ewnict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180074156107175674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SKTkpwGNThI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BbzrZ6nZo1g/S220/IMG_4122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783917817128423440.post-4359528591256712677</id><published>2008-01-26T09:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:56:23.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still in my twenties...</title><content type='html'>as i sit in front of my computer this morning, i could not help feeling so very sleepy of course- arrived home at 5am just now, washed up and dozed off for less than 2 hrs before getting ready to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my plan at first was to share with all of you every detail of my birthday celebration, but i believe ebi would have it up on his blog soon, so i will just add in some photos later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way to work this morning, i realised just how very lucky i really am. to each and everyone of you who made yesterday a beautiful episode in my life, and spent big bucks on the birthday surprise(s), i seriously can't find ways to thank you from the bottom of my heart....THANK YOU and I love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farizan &amp; all at work for the mischievious 'meeting' surprise, Abg Ebi for Tony Romas and the birthday gift, Kak Yuz, Kak Idah, Kak Adek, Kak Yana and Uncle Kam for the most entertaining birthday karaoke party ever...i was secretly hoping for a little surprise, but the extravagance was really overwhelmingly nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, not forgetting Alfy, the best gift of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I don't really care much about what tomorrow brings, for all of you have made yesterday a lifetime remembrance. Thank you.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA1TOznwVYI/AAAAAAAAADw/RAehforNUmg/s1600-h/shikin%27s+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA1TOznwVYI/AAAAAAAAADw/RAehforNUmg/s320/shikin%27s+bday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191897459268277634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURPRISE!!!the 8th floor clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA1TPDnwVZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sg8vNHskOZM/s1600-h/shikin%27s+bday5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA1TPDnwVZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sg8vNHskOZM/s320/shikin%27s+bday5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191897463563244946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yusof's Angels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA1TPDnwVaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OB41FU4sUz4/s1600-h/shikin%27s+bday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA1TPDnwVaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OB41FU4sUz4/s320/shikin%27s+bday3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191897463563244962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typical me, must tapau leftovers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4783917817128423440-4359528591256712677?l=shuriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/feeds/4359528591256712677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4783917817128423440&amp;postID=4359528591256712677&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/4359528591256712677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/4359528591256712677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/2008/01/still-in-my-twenties.html' title='still in my twenties...'/><author><name>ewnict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180074156107175674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SKTkpwGNThI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BbzrZ6nZo1g/S220/IMG_4122.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SA1TOznwVYI/AAAAAAAAADw/RAehforNUmg/s72-c/shikin%27s+bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783917817128423440.post-7969166629977122437</id><published>2007-11-21T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T11:00:39.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tadaa.....i'm back</title><content type='html'>Amboi...seronoknya menyanyi....hangpa memang tadak kerja lain. Anyways, this is a quick one to let all of you know I am still very much alive-and have been in constant touch this blog..just don't have the time to post or comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just to share with you guys on my latest development....hehehe...check out my new hairdo....Melvin, the hair stylist at this newly opened hair salon at Darby Park did this. Finally, something I can look forward to when going to work. Thanks Melvin! Great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, here's before...with my boss during our recent Hari Raya Open House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/R0OdB2zFKsI/AAAAAAAAADI/8FE7xCjCGv0/s1600-h/102907161233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/R0OdB2zFKsI/AAAAAAAAADI/8FE7xCjCGv0/s320/102907161233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135120655347690178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/R0OdCmzFKtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kWimW98GQsM/s1600-h/DSCN4867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/R0OdCmzFKtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kWimW98GQsM/s320/DSCN4867.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135120668232592082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melvin says its a lil like posh, but i think a lot like kak idah ey? what do u think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that my life's been quite normal despite the fact that every weekend's been occupied with endless trips to masjid india getting this and that for shariman's wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...somewhere along the way i have developed a new interest. beading. linda, my GM's secretary (who reads this blog constantly, again too shy to leave comments)shared with me her skills on beading. so off we went again to masjid india last friday to purchase 4 packets of imported Japan beads, needle and thread, and walaaa...check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/R0OdDmzFKuI/AAAAAAAAADY/KOXfC6kR7sw/s1600-h/DSCN4874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/R0OdDmzFKuI/AAAAAAAAADY/KOXfC6kR7sw/s320/DSCN4874.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135120685412461282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/R0OdD2zFKvI/AAAAAAAAADg/zNENeR9rJ0w/s1600-h/DSCN4875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/R0OdD2zFKvI/AAAAAAAAADg/zNENeR9rJ0w/s320/DSCN4875.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135120689707428594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my entire weekend spent on one sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday she lent me this book, quite helpful, but the illustrations fail sikit. so we just have to pandai2 la i guess. anyone knows if kinokuniya has a better version? she paid RM60 for this book....errr..i will just copy some of the pages kut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/R0OdEGzFKwI/AAAAAAAAADo/UvOtoiTU5Mk/s1600-h/DSCN4876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/R0OdEGzFKwI/AAAAAAAAADo/UvOtoiTU5Mk/s320/DSCN4876.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135120694002395906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4783917817128423440-7969166629977122437?l=shuriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/feeds/7969166629977122437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4783917817128423440&amp;postID=7969166629977122437&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/7969166629977122437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/7969166629977122437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/2007/11/tadaaim-back.html' title='Tadaa.....i&apos;m back'/><author><name>ewnict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180074156107175674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SKTkpwGNThI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BbzrZ6nZo1g/S220/IMG_4122.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/R0OdB2zFKsI/AAAAAAAAADI/8FE7xCjCGv0/s72-c/102907161233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783917817128423440.post-332469120961769947</id><published>2007-10-23T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T13:22:24.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A delayed entry-HARI RAYA in KL</title><content type='html'>Ok. i know everyone must be wondering why has this blog come to a standstill...here are 5 reasons why-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.i had to work till the eve of raya&lt;br /&gt;2.three days of raya at home was like hosting somebody's wedding&lt;br /&gt;3.back to work on 4th day of raya -hmmmcud have updated the blog then as i had the office all to myself then, but then again, haha...the more work there is, and no one to delegate it to&lt;br /&gt;4.rushed back to penang on 6th Raya for about 4-5 days (didn't even have much opportunity to have my favourite foods...semuanya makan ketika menziarahi sanak saudara sahaja.oh wait...but we did have good Thai food at Siriwan one of the nights there)&lt;br /&gt;5. upon returning to kl, the office open house was due in three days...press kits, RSVPs, itinerary, task delegation list...sigh. really, if i were obscenely rich, i would ..i would...just walk out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year's raya was a blast coz it was shortly after my two months maternity leave and we spent almost a week in Penang! This year's not too bad as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I had the privilege of enjoying these few things during the eve of and Hari Raya Aidilfitri:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Days to Hari Raya....could not sleep until 1:00a.m. so went to damansara uptown with alfy and had kerang goreng chilli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/Rx4QSdYKzZI/AAAAAAAAABw/CuzieKWnG5Q/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/Rx4QSdYKzZI/AAAAAAAAABw/CuzieKWnG5Q/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124551335303892370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve of Hari Raya.....dammit the obsession towards kerang kicked in again-no i am not pregnant, it's normal for me to have sudden urge over certain foods. so this time dragged Abg Ebi, Kak Ana, &amp; Effie to Jalan Alor. Savoured some awesomely gewd siput sedut &amp; fried oyster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day Hari Raya.....late as usual, so Alfy dropped us off at the kubur and headed for his Raya prayers at the mosque nearby. Spent almost 1 1/2 hrs there before making it home to have the first nasi impit &amp; kuah kacang of the day. By now Ebi &amp; Shuriana were frantically aksing us why were we taking hours to get to Nirwana from Melawati. Made it to Ebi's parents place filled with all sorts of good food. Lontong was fantastic. Rendang paru sedap gila. Trying hard to save some space for later. At kg.pandan, mama's lamb kuzi was unforgettable. and of course the not-to-be-missed soto was the perfect indulgence. Before balik rumah singgah at Pak Akob's place but he was not around. His daughters served us another round of shall we say 4th round of nasi impit &amp; rendang of the day? Home was so near yet so far. Made another quick stop at Aunty Zain's house. Another bite I will explode to pieces. But hey, that's unlikely to happen right? right?...next thing i knew i was having satay &amp; sup ekor. ok. time to go home now coz apparently Aunty Yam &amp; family had made their way there. Sembang punya sembang, nyanyi punya nyanyi, tau-tau dah nak dekat malam. so that was the first day. filled with lovely food &amp; people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/Rx4QT9YKzaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Npl5k1-xrrY/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/Rx4QT9YKzaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Npl5k1-xrrY/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124551361073696162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/RyaPxM4q68I/AAAAAAAAACQ/b31LNBv79zM/s1600-h/IMG_0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/RyaPxM4q68I/AAAAAAAAACQ/b31LNBv79zM/s320/IMG_0117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126943301243169730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eiman and his spaghetti-craze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/RyaPxs4q69I/AAAAAAAAACY/OlPop--HcNQ/s1600-h/IMG_0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/RyaPxs4q69I/AAAAAAAAACY/OlPop--HcNQ/s320/IMG_0118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126943309833104338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's in the genes..eat till you drop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4783917817128423440-332469120961769947?l=shuriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/feeds/332469120961769947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4783917817128423440&amp;postID=332469120961769947&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/332469120961769947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/332469120961769947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/2007/10/delayed-entry-hari-raya-in-kl.html' title='A delayed entry-HARI RAYA in KL'/><author><name>ewnict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180074156107175674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SKTkpwGNThI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BbzrZ6nZo1g/S220/IMG_4122.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/Rx4QSdYKzZI/AAAAAAAAABw/CuzieKWnG5Q/s72-c/IMG_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783917817128423440.post-4151609253811898955</id><published>2007-10-12T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T23:42:19.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought-tagged by Lady L</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by Elly and I love being tagged this time coz I just lurve to eat. when i was a child they said i eat so much that even when i have finished my food i would hop from one person's plate to another till i am satisfied i have had a piece of everything. hence, they tagged me with the name 'lalat'. tapi lalat sekarang dah lain...most of the time i enjoy cooking for others, and well, maybe i still do enjoy eating a lot. what the heck.we all live once anyways.enjoy it while we still can... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 5 food you feel like having right now;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;1. Ramly's beef burger in front of 7-eleven dekat gerai Naan Corner Ampang.&lt;br /&gt;2. Nasi Kandar Kapitan Keling, Penang&lt;br /&gt;3. Kuah kacang berdaging (maybe bcoz tomorrow is raya n that seems like the innn thing right now)&lt;br /&gt;4. Uptown's kerang chilli&lt;br /&gt;5. Uncle Chilli's Southwestern Eggrolls (my oldtime favourite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 5 favourite food for breakfast;&lt;br /&gt;1. My lembik scrambled eggs,toasted bread,sliced bacon with baked beans&lt;br /&gt;2. Char Koay Teow at Subang Ria Restaurant, Kelana Jaya&lt;br /&gt;3. Roti Boom &amp; Butter Chicken&lt;br /&gt;4. McDonald's Hash Brown&lt;br /&gt;5. Nasi lemuni &amp; serabai at pasar taman tun sardon penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 5 food for berbuka today;&lt;br /&gt;would like to have..&lt;br /&gt;1. AYAMAS' chicken rice(had it)&lt;br /&gt;2. Rendang Daging because I can't wait till tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;3. Sata (unfortunately we didnt go to pasar ramadan, so tak dpt lah)&lt;br /&gt;4. Fresh Oysters??? hmm...victoria station's...(would like to have right?tapi tak dpt)&lt;br /&gt;5. meehun dgn udang besaq (i did have the meehooon...but the udang was a far cry lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a food lover so i enjoy good food and get extremely frustrated when the otherwise happens...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I would like to pass the bulk to someone who tagged me when i first setup this blog...over to you SORAYA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4783917817128423440-4151609253811898955?l=shuriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/feeds/4151609253811898955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4783917817128423440&amp;postID=4151609253811898955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/4151609253811898955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/4151609253811898955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/2007/10/food-for-thought-tagged-by-lady-l.html' title='Food for thought-tagged by Lady L'/><author><name>ewnict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180074156107175674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SKTkpwGNThI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BbzrZ6nZo1g/S220/IMG_4122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783917817128423440.post-2727834516288453714</id><published>2007-10-10T05:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T17:13:06.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms Yang Peruz has decided to go PUBLIC!</title><content type='html'>Finally, the queen of our hearts made it to the blogosphere world.(i was made to understand she previously had one, but it's restricted for public viewing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so kak yuz, to welcome your first post, i have put it here and to my friends who have been visiting but too shy to pen down your comments, i bet you have heard of her many hillarious life experiences from me. feel free to click on her link on the side panel of my page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jyd-ie3oDN0/RwmSNM-EdBI/AAAAAAAAACA/7Xye6KsK1Jg/s1600-h/raya.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jyd-ie3oDN0/RwmSNM-EdBI/AAAAAAAAACA/7Xye6KsK1Jg/s400/raya.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118783207000798226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly....Applause! Applause!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a good way to start a blog, by wishing all you jhoras Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Mohon maaf, yang driving to kampung, please drive safely, don't forget to wear seat belts, di mana sahaja anda berada (as in front or back).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back tomorrow or the day after with my version of the cookies baking session, Ebi's version a bit dry :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog was created in 5 minutes. A more pleasing look will be coming your way after I consult experts (eintanz the freelance Consultant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, picture courtesy of Ewnict!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4783917817128423440-2727834516288453714?l=shuriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/feeds/2727834516288453714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4783917817128423440&amp;postID=2727834516288453714&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/2727834516288453714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/2727834516288453714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/2007/10/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Ms Yang Peruz has decided to go PUBLIC!'/><author><name>ewnict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180074156107175674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SKTkpwGNThI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BbzrZ6nZo1g/S220/IMG_4122.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jyd-ie3oDN0/RwmSNM-EdBI/AAAAAAAAACA/7Xye6KsK1Jg/s72-c/raya.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783917817128423440.post-8195856765775843381</id><published>2007-10-09T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T01:15:38.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eiman'/><title type='text'>eiman's excitement menjelang raya</title><content type='html'>whatever happened to those days when lampu lip lap was the most beautiful thing to look at.or when main bunga api was one of the must-haves during raya.or when duit raya was like for me to buy a nice bucket of kentucky fried chicken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, perhaps this is another sign of ageing. no, wait. i dont think so. i think it's work. it's the darn office making me feel like raya is a long,long way to go. can't wait for friday to come...aaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least looking at eiman made me rekindle nice thoughts of how much fun i had zaman kecik2 depan kedai minah main bunga api satu beg besaq...(courtesy of arwah ba bakar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out eiman's excitement when we put up the lights at the balcony last nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wXfdARTEKJ4"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wXfdARTEKJ4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&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/4783917817128423440-8195856765775843381?l=shuriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/feeds/8195856765775843381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4783917817128423440&amp;postID=8195856765775843381&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/8195856765775843381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/8195856765775843381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/2007/10/eimans-excitement-menjelang-raya.html' title='eiman&apos;s excitement menjelang raya'/><author><name>ewnict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180074156107175674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SKTkpwGNThI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BbzrZ6nZo1g/S220/IMG_4122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783917817128423440.post-7637605765518364178</id><published>2007-10-08T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T01:05:38.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now everyone can sing!</title><content type='html'>ok.i still believe mine was a good buy (been telling myself this a zillion times since i read this article). at least mine has 3000 over songs at that price....ok whaaat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retailing: Easier way to hit the notes&lt;br /&gt;By Zaidi Isham Ismail&lt;br /&gt;bt@nstp.com.my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 6 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALLING all karaoke lovers! You can now harness your vocal prowess anywhere and anytime by connecting to a television set, without having to lug around a DVD (digital versatile disc) player and karaoke discs.&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is to carry along a microphone with 2,064 built-in songs and karaoke functions, connect it to a television set and, voila, the song and lyrics appear on screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Magic Sing, the portable karaoke set was invented by South Korean firm, Enter Tech Co Ltd, which is listed on Kosdaq (equivalent to Nasdaq in the US and Mesdaq in Malaysia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter Tech’s Asean representative, Bill Ko, said the company is a pioneer in the new karaoke technology, which is set to revolutionise the next-generation karaoke equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We already have 50 per cent market share in Japan (which invented the karaoke) and sold US$65 million (RM222 million) worth of the product last year to 54 countries,” Ko told Business Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The all-in-one digital karaoke microphone is distributed locally by Voice Creations Sdn Bhd, endorsed by its director, local jazz and swing crooner Sharizan Borhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic Sing can be upgraded to include thousands more songs than the built-in 2,064 English songs through the purchase of additional song microchips made by the company and sold at selected outlets: In-Q Box in 1Utama shopping centre, CMY Audio and Visual in Sungai Wang Plaza, Tong Lee Co in Low Yat Plaza and online at Malaysia Airlines Temptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic Sing also has a built-in scoring system to rate one’s performance, a contest programme, random play, adjustable tempo, pitch, echo, four slots for optional song chips, volume control and song key change functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retailing at RM988 apiece, Magic Sing comes with a fashionable and compact carry bag, background scenery, a microphone stand, cable and adapter, song list and a user’s manual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4783917817128423440-7637605765518364178?l=shuriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/feeds/7637605765518364178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4783917817128423440&amp;postID=7637605765518364178&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/7637605765518364178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/7637605765518364178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/2007/10/now-everyone-can-sing.html' title='now everyone can sing!'/><author><name>ewnict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180074156107175674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SKTkpwGNThI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BbzrZ6nZo1g/S220/IMG_4122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783917817128423440.post-361526594070980799</id><published>2007-10-06T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T03:41:15.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JHORANIAN'S LOGO ARTWORK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/RwaTH94llVI/AAAAAAAAABg/Qi8-j5WInuQ/s1600-h/jhoranian+logo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/RwaTH94llVI/AAAAAAAAABg/Qi8-j5WInuQ/s400/jhoranian+logo2.jpg" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117939791633421650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the logo artwork for the Jhora Club 2007 as promised. Bare in mind, this is just a sample. You guys might or might not like it. Send in your comments and i'll try to fine tune it later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, i didn't have an idea on what tag line to put, maybe u guys could come up with your own and let me know later yea? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polo Collared T-shirt (Black)&lt;br /&gt;Logo (Embroidery or Rubber Stamp Printing)&lt;br /&gt;Tag Line (Silver)&lt;br /&gt;Name of members (Left Sleeve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4783917817128423440-361526594070980799?l=shuriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/feeds/361526594070980799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4783917817128423440&amp;postID=361526594070980799&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/361526594070980799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/361526594070980799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/2007/10/jhoranians-logo-artwork.html' title='JHORANIAN&apos;S LOGO ARTWORK'/><author><name>ewnict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180074156107175674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SKTkpwGNThI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BbzrZ6nZo1g/S220/IMG_4122.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/RwaTH94llVI/AAAAAAAAABg/Qi8-j5WInuQ/s72-c/jhoranian+logo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783917817128423440.post-765913272751680599</id><published>2007-10-05T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T01:18:21.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when ebi becomes nana tanjung and nani finally makes makmor</title><content type='html'>hari raya is just around the corner so i have decided not to spoil the festive mood. and that includes not to entertain nana tanjung's remarks about me not needing a maid when i move to penang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as far as i can recall, i did survive without a maid for quite sometime...at least about two, three months or so. hmm...but then like i said earlier, i am willing to let nana tanjung get off the hook this time, only because i have found an interest to do something else right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier today yuz and i were talking about my the prospects of me relocating. while weighing the pros &amp; cons, the conversation somehow took on a different route altogether-what are we cooking for raya (this is another one-of-those-not-perculiar-thing-to-happen-in-a-jhora-family).  the good news is i get to have mama kg pandan's soto (yummy) which i remembered lasted me the entire day last raya haji. and then we talked about papa's favourite kuih raya-makmor. so i told her not to worry coz mama (that's my mil) already made him some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the call ended i rushed out to ask mama exactly how many she made for him. mama said "Banyaak.Ada dalam seratus biji". Uh-huh.somebody mustv'e forgotten to relay an important info to her. seratus biji would mean it would be gone even before puasa enam habis.you see, if i'd known my uncle well, there are only two things that he looks forward to eating during raya. and that is kuih makmor and kuih kapit...so, due to the unavailability of kuih kapit, i suppose we can make it up to him by supplying more kuih makmor. time to get my hands dirty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/RwkUtd4llWI/AAAAAAAAABo/WdQUujaLnZo/s1600-h/makmor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/RwkUtd4llWI/AAAAAAAAABo/WdQUujaLnZo/s320/makmor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118645222831920482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously, mama's version of kuih makmor is very much fit for fine dining, while mine is err...tastes ok la but just close your eyes and pop 'em in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4783917817128423440-765913272751680599?l=shuriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/feeds/765913272751680599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4783917817128423440&amp;postID=765913272751680599&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/765913272751680599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/765913272751680599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-ebi-becomes-nana-tanjung-and-nani.html' title='when ebi becomes nana tanjung and nani finally makes makmor'/><author><name>ewnict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180074156107175674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SKTkpwGNThI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BbzrZ6nZo1g/S220/IMG_4122.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/RwkUtd4llWI/AAAAAAAAABo/WdQUujaLnZo/s72-c/makmor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783917817128423440.post-9213283984844509703</id><published>2007-10-03T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T10:29:54.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>memory lane 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-b8.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=504403158281476280&amp;amp;site=widget-b8.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=504403158281476280&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b8.slide.com/p1/504403158281476280/bb_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=504403158281476280&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b8.slide.com/p2/504403158281476280/bb_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4783917817128423440-9213283984844509703?l=shuriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/feeds/9213283984844509703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4783917817128423440&amp;postID=9213283984844509703&amp;isPopup=true' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/9213283984844509703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/9213283984844509703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/2007/10/memory-lane-1.html' title='memory lane 1'/><author><name>ewnict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180074156107175674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SKTkpwGNThI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BbzrZ6nZo1g/S220/IMG_4122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783917817128423440.post-6425496461876596159</id><published>2007-10-01T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T01:01:08.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eiman'/><title type='text'>my reflection</title><content type='html'>as i explore new topics to write about, i could not help thinnking about the things eiman and i have in common. well, for a start, he has alfy's features but my hair-of all things; curly, ruffled and difficult to manage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his rebelliousness is becoming more prominent by the day-and that's like my trademark in the family, if you ask anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the most significant would have to be our LOVE for food. seriously, i never knew my son had it in him. i mean, eiman has been feeding on porridge most of the time,but lately he's been snacking a lot! they say it's that growing up phase, but err...to have dinner at 6:30p.m. and then mintak disuap again when we berbuka...he even gets up for sahur once in a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his interest in food made me feel sorry that he has to eat that lousy-oh-my-maid-is-so-lazy-she-cooks-the-same-thing-everyday-for-him. so i thought i'd try something new ...just to see if he'd like a change of menu. i cooked spaghetti bolognaise and wala...he shed a tear when i told him it's finished!! that's like typical me 15 years ago!&lt;br /&gt;so it ended up i had to cook another round of spaghetti...err..to satisfy both actually-son and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out at eiman's new indulgence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/RwEfBd4llTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UcrEuxBrIdg/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/RwEfBd4llTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UcrEuxBrIdg/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116404761731896626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yummy.Why'd she make me wait more than a year for this?? really mom, i can take in a lot more than you think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.....to come to think of it, that can be quite true. when he was about 9 months old, we took him to tesco ampang to shop for groceries. we didn't realise what eiman's been up to until we reached the counter. take a look below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QceXuNpLheQ"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QceXuNpLheQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is one thing though that i don't quite understand how come eiman's got the habit. whenever he is falling asleep, he likes to slide his arms in and out,underneath you. now, that is something neither mummy nor daddy does. but i know who to blame for that. no other than my couz, cik yang peruz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4783917817128423440-6425496461876596159?l=shuriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/feeds/6425496461876596159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4783917817128423440&amp;postID=6425496461876596159&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/6425496461876596159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/6425496461876596159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-reflection.html' title='my reflection'/><author><name>ewnict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180074156107175674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SKTkpwGNThI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BbzrZ6nZo1g/S220/IMG_4122.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/RwEfBd4llTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UcrEuxBrIdg/s72-c/IMG_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783917817128423440.post-3291654467191492445</id><published>2007-09-29T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T13:15:10.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A delayed entry-Eiman's Day Out</title><content type='html'>Most of you would have probably seen this. Just want to share with others whom have not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one night not so long ago Eiman insisted we take him out on a ride in the car (he doesn't know how to speak and yet adamant about going out and kept pointing at the front door and car keys). As expected, five minutes later...before we even exited Bukit Mas, here is what happened to him in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt; &lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xc7r2z20zHQ" name="movie"/&gt;  &lt;embed width="425" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xc7r2z20zHQ" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&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/4783917817128423440-3291654467191492445?l=shuriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/feeds/3291654467191492445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4783917817128423440&amp;postID=3291654467191492445&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/3291654467191492445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/3291654467191492445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/2007/09/delayed-entry-eimans-day-out.html' title='A delayed entry-Eiman&apos;s Day Out'/><author><name>ewnict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180074156107175674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SKTkpwGNThI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BbzrZ6nZo1g/S220/IMG_4122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783917817128423440.post-8553810066015202933</id><published>2007-09-28T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T14:05:27.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by SORAYA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o69/alfiloli/ist2_2286265_handbag-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear all, I have no idea what tagging is, but my dear friend Soraya made me do this, so here is how it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five things in my bag ( that would be my slightly worn out gold Charles &amp; Keith handbag-thanks to Eiman, of course)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My barred mobile phone coz I've just had it with CELCOM and their dirty acts!. They deliberately let me overuse my credit limit by 200 percent!That like RM500 now!&lt;br /&gt;2) My Sembonia wallet (a birthday gift from Shariman-must've been Diana's influence..and ooh I like dat gurl very much!)&lt;br /&gt;3) A letter from LHDN asking me to report if I am married and if so,I have to submit spouse's details. Hmmm, that letter has been there for quite sometime now.&lt;br /&gt;4) My road tax &amp; insurance renewal reminder letter. Already done. (Can throw this one away now, yey!)&lt;br /&gt;5) Ooooh. How can I leave this one out??Never.My pack of 20's.Of course I wait till bberbuka now lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things inside my wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mykad&lt;br /&gt;2) Driving license&lt;br /&gt;3) ATM cards, and no credit cards please, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;4) My wedding picture, eiman's, ba's and mak's&lt;br /&gt;5) All kinds of receipts I have yet to claim from the company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things in my favourite room &lt;br /&gt;(There are only three rooms in the house; my mom-in-law's, the maid's and my bedroom, so obviously it'd have to be my bedroom right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Eiman's rack which is spilled over mostly with babies clothes he no longer fits in&lt;br /&gt;2) Hubby's corner-a broken Mac laptop, a printer cum scanner, a spoilt monitor and a new monitor (courtesy of Mak Lan,thank you)&lt;br /&gt;3) The bed&lt;br /&gt;4) Two wardrobes&lt;br /&gt;5) A dressing table without any makeup (everything had to be stowed elsewhere coz Eiman has been showing a lot of interest in my perfumes and skincare lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things I would like to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Keep my hair long &amp; healthy &lt;br /&gt;2) Go cuti2 Malaysia before year end&lt;br /&gt;3) Get a new job with better salary and remunerations&lt;br /&gt;4) Eat less, so that I'd be able to fit into half of the clothes in my wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;5) Further studies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things I'm currently on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Complete my research proposal paper which was due last week!!!! Otherwise I'd miss the December intake.Which I fear is going to be the case anyway.&lt;br /&gt;2) Marketing Plan 2008!&lt;br /&gt;3) Executing the remaining 2007 A&amp;P activities before my next appraisal is due.  &lt;br /&gt;4) Telling my maid everyday to pack her things and leave me alone-you will only understand this if you have MY maid. &lt;br /&gt;5) Daily vocal therapy with my newly found treasure-it is a built-in karaoke microphone with 3,000 songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to grasp the whole idea of taggin other people, but it'd be fun to tag you MADAM CURI, DINO DAME, EINTANZ &amp; LADY L. Kindly answer these questions in your own blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4783917817128423440-8553810066015202933?l=shuriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/feeds/8553810066015202933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4783917817128423440&amp;postID=8553810066015202933&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/8553810066015202933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/8553810066015202933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/2007/09/tagged-by-soraya.html' title='Tagged by SORAYA'/><author><name>ewnict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180074156107175674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SKTkpwGNThI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BbzrZ6nZo1g/S220/IMG_4122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783917817128423440.post-361345771113118815</id><published>2007-09-28T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T09:59:24.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to write or not to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/RvvpYN4llNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iecyBH-KyZg/s1600-h/IMG_2763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/RvvpYN4llNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iecyBH-KyZg/s320/IMG_2763.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114938404062467282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after constant pressure from my number one bro-in-law and hubby, finally i have decided to do something with my blog. err..for the record, this is the third time i'm creating a blog. you see, the first time was back in year 2003-it was somewhat an altogether new and complexed thing for me back then. due to my high level of computer/IT illiteracy, that blog got burried somewhere and before i knew it, i could not even remember the URL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In year 2006, I think I may have started a new blog which suffered a similar fate as the first one. But at least I managed to put up two posts there. And then, came Eiman... along with many other things I've had to conquer and hassle with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after receiving many requests from family &amp; friends, up to this date, I have miserably failed to update that poor blog. So I told myself why don't I come up with another blog -something like &lt;em&gt;re-branding &lt;/em&gt;lah konon. Believe it or not, as they say, history can repeat itself...It didn't take long for me to forget my password for this one too... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's a good excuse not to write. Perhaps I am not meant to be a blogger afteral. Perhaps I just do not have the time to sit and write like those days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told Alfy I cud not update this blog because I had forgotten my password, I thought I was safe. Well, I thought wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Today Alfy said he had a little surprise for me. He told me to check my email and there it was- my username, URL and password. And now I am stuck. He wants me to write, like I used to. I stared at this post for more than 10 minutes thinking hard about what to write. At the end of this post, I think I know what the problem is. The more technologically advanced we get these days, we sometimes lose touch with our inner-self. At least, that's what's happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have figured it out now. As proud as I am to be part of the journalism world, I was not prepared for this. I am what I am. A conventional writer whose thoughts and feelings are better expressed through pen and paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the sake of my ever supportive hubby, family and friends, I vow to try my best and see how far this will take me-hopefully i won't have to create a new blog next year!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4783917817128423440-361345771113118815?l=shuriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/feeds/361345771113118815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4783917817128423440&amp;postID=361345771113118815&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/361345771113118815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4783917817128423440/posts/default/361345771113118815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuriani.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-write-or-not-to.html' title='to write or not to....'/><author><name>ewnict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180074156107175674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/SKTkpwGNThI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BbzrZ6nZo1g/S220/IMG_4122.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IUai53mnxI/RvvpYN4llNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iecyBH-KyZg/s72-c/IMG_2763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
