<?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-8390519923938510163</id><updated>2012-01-24T10:42:45.465+04:00</updated><category term='Tears n Happiness Parting'/><category term='I Feel Good'/><category term='Oops..'/><category term='Dead Beat'/><category term='Makan-Makan Marathon'/><category term='The transformation of Ahmad Tarmimi Siregar'/><category term='Special Meal'/><category term='My Pleasure'/><category term='The Feelings'/><category term='Take a break.. it&apos;s a joke'/><category term='Shop Till You Drop'/><category term='Memory of Ramadhan - Part 2'/><category term='Erra Fazira the Barbie Girl'/><category term='Not Everyday is My 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Clearance Sale'/><category term='Wahiba Sand Camping trip'/><category term='Shocked'/><category term='Safely Arrived in Alor Setar'/><category term='My Old Man'/><category term='The New School'/><category term='Hubby Is Home'/><category term='Once a Malaysian'/><category term='The Therapy'/><category term='Raya Eve'/><category term='Anyone for Carrom?'/><category term='Lemang the Favourite'/><category term='It is jut not my day'/><category term='Clearing Up'/><category term='&quot;Khualan Murah&quot;'/><category term='Makkah Al-Mukarammah'/><category term='Only in Egypt'/><category term='Malu Bertanya Sesat Jalan'/><category term='Still in Raya Mood'/><category term='The Apple of My Eye'/><title type='text'>Scritch n Scratch</title><subtitle type='html'>Feelings, thoughts and experience thru out the journey of my life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>758</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-7483963619638519140</id><published>2012-01-24T10:39:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T10:42:45.478+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Used To These..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m used to people hurting my feelings&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m used to people under estimating me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m used to people judging me the wrong way&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m used to people betraying me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m used to people cheating on me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m used to people back stabbing me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m used to do all the things by myself&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m used to be alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;* Though I am used to all these situations but every time when it happens it is still hurt me the most.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-7483963619638519140?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7483963619638519140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=7483963619638519140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7483963619638519140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7483963619638519140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-used-to-these.html' title='I&apos;m Used To These..'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-1916768071267696383</id><published>2012-01-17T11:21:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:27:22.221+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year - 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C8EHXwlc3yc/TxUhmmk7-KI/AAAAAAAAGq4/nn2Rcf2Tg2s/s1600/2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C8EHXwlc3yc/TxUhmmk7-KI/AAAAAAAAGq4/nn2Rcf2Tg2s/s320/2012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698497850581448866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy New Year to everyone. Hope it’s not too late for me to make a wish. As usual the same lame excuse - being very busy lately. Sometimes I am wondering where are all those my ‘passion’ in writing has gone? I got lots of things to tell and to share but it is always something that delays me to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well.. probably this new year of 2012 - the ‘resolution’ is to update my blog more frequently. Talking about ‘resolution’, I actually never believe in it. When I was young, I had a long list of resolutions. That was probably being influenced by people around me. Every year, I renewed my resolutions which some were actually being carry forward from previous years!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you were to ask me – do I actually execute any of my resolutions? Some YES but many NOT! Hahahaha.. So that’s why I’ve decided not to have any. I would rather to have those resolutions at any time I wish with no dead line. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway as new year comes, it means another year will be added to my years of life. I pray that this 2012 will give me and my family happiness, prosperous and good health. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy New Year again and lets pray this 2012 will be add more beauty and colorful into our life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-1916768071267696383?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1916768071267696383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=1916768071267696383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1916768071267696383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1916768071267696383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-2012.html' title='Happy New Year - 2012'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C8EHXwlc3yc/TxUhmmk7-KI/AAAAAAAAGq4/nn2Rcf2Tg2s/s72-c/2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-8809923293502024097</id><published>2011-12-19T20:58:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:54:46.319+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Loss</title><content type='html'>To cope when losing someone that you love is not that easy. Thru out my life, I’ve lost a few people who were very close to me. A person that really gave lots of impact to my life was my mom. When she passed away, I felt like I’ve lost parts of myself. It was not easy for me though but thru out times I learned how to cope with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently my father in-law has passed away. All of us were very shock and sad especially hubby. I’ve never seen him in a shock-state which had me taken aback for awhile. I didn’t know whether I should touch or hold him, or should I say something to him. The truth is I felt so helpless at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could do something to calm him down. It broke my heart to see him cry, for the loss of his father. Hubby had seen me before – the devastated state of me when I lost my mom. I’ve cried for weeks. It was difficult for me to accept the fact that I’ve no longer have a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see my husband, I truly understand the way he feels. Though we always say and know that one day this is going to happen but when it comes to the reality, we are always never prepared for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodoh, ajal dan maut di tangan Allah. No matter how we try to avoid it, one day we have to face it. Losing someone that we love is very painful. It’s a pain that we have to endure for the rest of our life. I always tell to myself – our life journal has been written by Allah. Whatever happens is actually fated and destined for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important is how we face and handle it. On life’s most difficult days all that we can do is simply take things moment by moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga roh ayah mertuaku dan ibuku dirahmati Allah dan ditempatkan di kalangan orang yang beriman. Ampunkan segala dosa mereka dan masukkan mereka ke dalam syurga. Ameen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-8809923293502024097?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8809923293502024097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=8809923293502024097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8809923293502024097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8809923293502024097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/12/loss.html' title='The Loss'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-376534359292146792</id><published>2011-12-04T09:52:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T16:26:52.614+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mau Kerja Ka??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My hubby sometimes came back home telling about his staff at the office. How he sometimes got upset with the work and also with the attitude of the locals here. I once told him "Susah2 ambik I je ah keje dgn abang..." Hubby looked at me and asked "Are you serious? If you want, I am fine with it" Bila dia cakap macam tu.. terus dah tergugat confident tadi! Hahahhaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well.. I don't think I really mean it when I said it. I was probably sounded eager when hear the salary that I'll be getting but when come to think the time that I have to spend and be away from my home - NO.. NO.. NO..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I left my career life in 2002, 9 years ago. My last job was a consultant to one of the Australian company. I was at that time at the peak of my career. It was quite a tough decision for me to make. Hubby has been posted to Miri, Sarawak and I was pregnant with Nabila at that time. I didn't have much choice left - career or family?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I of course chose my family. I was quite miserable at first. Lonely and didn't know what to do. Hubby was quite supportive by encouraging me to join the Petronita Club (bini2 org Petronas). Memang mula2 tak boleh accept culture surirumah tangga kat sana ni.. So like makcik2 dalam drama tu.. Hahahha.. but slowly I learned and adapted myself to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was holding quite high position in the Petronita Club and busied with various activities. Beside that I enrolled myself in cooking classes. I was also busied with my two toddlers - Nabila &amp;amp; Hakeem (gave birth two years in a row), don't ask me how and why! Hahahha.. but thank God when I look at them now, I wish I got pregnant for the third one on the following year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway that's how my status of "housewife" life began. After Miri, we moved to Oman (4 years) then I was back to Malaysia. Hubby was in Khazastan, me and kids were in Malaysia. We were living separately for 2 years. Then here I am back together all of us in Oman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is already 9 years but I enjoy every bit of my moment. I did sometimes envy looking at my friends who are now at their high position of career but hey.. probably they too envy with my life now! I can't gain everything what I want. You win something and you also have to loose something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back to the question - mau kerja ka? Hmm.. sorry ye.. at the moment I don't think I want to be apart from my home, children and all the things and leisure that I am having now. Though I am in the position that probably not proud to be called off - "housewife" still I never and never regret the decision that I've made 9 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am content with my life now and wouldn't want to change it with anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-376534359292146792?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/376534359292146792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=376534359292146792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/376534359292146792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/376534359292146792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/12/mau-kerja-ka.html' title='Mau Kerja Ka??'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-2279672903979597039</id><published>2011-11-20T10:22:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T12:04:17.892+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night I got a shocking news about my friend, good friend actually. Her husband got married to another one. Gosh.. I was pulled back a bit as I know both of them, the husband. I just couldn't believe that her husband could do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I might sound unfair to the husband but hey.. I am a woman. No woman ever wants their husband to married another person and some more bermadu pulak! Orang selalu cakap jodoh ajal maut di tangan Allah. AGREED! TOTALLY! Kalau dah ajal, memang sape tak bole tolak tapi kalau kita sendiri menempah ajal mcm naik motor ala2 mat rempit.. tu dah lari dari dasar clause tu. Then kalau bercerai.. not one sane humankind wants that to happen to his/her marriage. Tapi kalau dah partner buat hal.. violent or probably having affair - tu pun sama mcm menempah tiket untuk menamatkan jodoh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To man it's probably something to be proud off to have 2 or more wives. The fact is I don't think any person can be THAT fair to all the wives. Mulut cakap je.. hati? Yes.. he probably being fair by allocating his precious time to the wives but deep in his heart, I am sure he favor one of them. So where is the fairness??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My cousin dah bermadu more than 15 years. I've seen her ups and downs with his husband. Dari bermadu 3 orang sampai tinggal seorang sekarang. Frankly I don't like the way her husband treated her but she herself always tells me.. "takpa lah.. nanti aku dapat payung emas" Tu semua ayat penyedap hati.. but deep inside her she's suffering. At one time she was so close like sisters with her madu and at other time macam perang dunia. I think she is now more or less just go by the flow. Let things happen by itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back to my friend's story.. I really feel sorry for her. For whatever reasons that the husband could list still it is unacceptable for him to married another one especially at his age. Last night I kept wondering why and why. I've heard many of my husband's friends married to another one or divorced at this 'late' age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life of marriage is not that easy actually. I, myself had face lots of obstacles. Some were scared to be remembered and some were good and always be in my memory. I love my family and my marriage and wouldn't want anything happen to it. I always tell hubby, if you have another person let me know.. don't fool around behind me. It's not that I encourage him or wants it to happen but I just cannot accept dishonesty and untruthful partner. I am a very loyal person and expect my partner to be one too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe in Qada and Qadar and I also believe whatever happens in our life, there are always some reasons behind it. I hope and pray that my friend will stay strong. I know she is now suffering. Stop blaming yourself ( which we woman normally do) and think about yourself and children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To all man out there, whatever reasons that you have please think wisely before you venture into this new life of yours. To all the woman yang nak sangat kahwin dgn laki orang ni.. fikir dan fikir lah berkali2.. "Semanis-manis madu bole menjadi racun pada seseorang. Mungkin manis bagi kita tapi belum tentu memberi kebaikan pada orang lain."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*I hope I can sleep calmly tonight without bothering hubby by pestering him with this issues! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-2279672903979597039?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2279672903979597039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=2279672903979597039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/2279672903979597039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/2279672903979597039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/11/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-571220358624794084</id><published>2011-11-19T09:32:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T10:22:22.535+04:00</updated><title type='text'>International Day at British School of Muscat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KaT90dnT-u0/TsiPLtmSBBI/AAAAAAAAAs0/BiKwKzAkxQw/s160/int%252520day2.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TXbh0kGjk7k/TsiPPRqglSI/AAAAAAAAAsw/b81HchSbrqI/s160/int%252520hakeem.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is the Oman's National day. This year my kids' school celebrated it by organizing the International Day. Malaysia country took part in a few events. In the early morning the children paraded in a group of their Nationalities. Then it followed by performances from selected countries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malaysia is one of those who performed. We did the 'Kuda Kepang' dance. Ehem.. and it was choreographed by me!! At first we wanted to do silat but when come to think of it, it might looks bored and furthermore I don't even know how to do this silat!! Actually I knew nothing about this Kuda Kepang too but with some researched, I managed to create some steps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_uAypk7JP6U/TsiQcw59seI/AAAAAAAAAtU/0thhFZgoOv4/s160/int%252520hakeem1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-t1QcNP6a-pI/TsiPLgQgyCI/AAAAAAAAAr4/9Su6duejIK8/s160/int%252520day1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have four dancers from Year 3 including Hakeem. The kid started practice since last couple weeks. They did a tremendous job and everybody loved it! They remembered all the steps taught and they really looked wonderful. As for the Kuda Kepang we did it since the day we decided on it. The Kuda Kepang was made by Nadira and helped from Nurul. Thanks to both of them as they were so creative and the Kuda Kepang looked so lovely and beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-69aHB67KmIU/TsiPNWsnUPI/AAAAAAAAAsI/7-YzRFwapG8/s160/int%252520day18.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7AHcdJDkfyU/TsiPLsfn_KI/AAAAAAAAAr0/fhSQfkD8Wdc/s160/int%252520day12.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beside the performances, we also had our culture presented in one of the classes. We had our traditional wedding with pelamin. Suka budak2 ni main kahwin olok2.. The kids got to wear baju pengantin and tasted our traditional delicacies. Surprisingly they all loved it especially keropok! They also got to try playing Congkak and Batu Seremban. Interesting right.. According to my children, their friends said that Malaysian culture was the best among of all that they have visited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MVmtY1PBWZM/TsiPOZistII/AAAAAAAAAsQ/teEJkCcuFKg/s160/int%252520day23.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MVmtY1PBWZM/TsiPOZistII/AAAAAAAAAsQ/teEJkCcuFKg/s160/int%252520day23.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wUioALe9m2Q/TsiQczzxg-I/AAAAAAAAAtY/HSK2tOo1csU/s160/int%252520day14.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-778MMFz5cjo/TsiPOgeCJwI/AAAAAAAAAsg/izcIvuKxgyI/s160/int%252520day33.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the afternoon, we had stalls selling foods from various countries. The stalls started selling at 1.00pm. We had nasi lemak, karipap, seri muka, kek lapis, bihun goreng and souvenirs stuffs. Yang paling laku was Nasi lemak and karipap!! Other stalls were selling their own traditional foods as well. Nabila and Hakeem were crazy spending money on origami at Japan's stall. Haih... kopak Mommy dia.. baik je balik lipat sendiri!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway.. it was a fabulous day today. Though it was a very long tiring day but everybody did a good job! Our Malaysian ladies did an excellent work as a team. Malaysia Boleh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-571220358624794084?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/571220358624794084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=571220358624794084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/571220358624794084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/571220358624794084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/11/international-day-at-british-school-of.html' title='International Day at British School of Muscat'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KaT90dnT-u0/TsiPLtmSBBI/AAAAAAAAAs0/BiKwKzAkxQw/s72-c/int%252520day2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-1370543106967863702</id><published>2011-11-12T10:48:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T11:27:08.913+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After 9 days long Eid break, today I am back to my routine. Well.. actually this break was more meaningful to my children instead of me! I am a full time "worker" and there is no really like a real "break" for me. Hari-hari kena kerja owwhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We hardly have holidays here in Oman unlike in Malaysia, asyik cuti je.. So whenever there is a long holiday, we always plan to do something or go somewhere. Beside on the Eid day itself where we had guests coming over, we also organized another session of makan-makan. Since the weather now is getting colder, barb-q is always be the agenda. But this time we had stimbot and yong taufu. Fuhh.. memang pulun makan je ni..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We also made a trip to the desert - Wahiba Sands. We stayed a night there. At first we almost cancelled the trip as the weather lately was not that good. There were rains and thunder storms at a few places in Oman. On the day itself, the sky was blue and bright. Lucky us.. and there we were.. in the desert with a cool nice weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beside that, most of the time we just nestled ourselves at home watching TV, eating and brought the children for a swim. Today as expected, waking up my two kiddies was quite difficult but once they reached the school and meeting their friends - happy and senyum sampai ke telinga. Hmm... after 9 days not to worry waking up them early and rushing to send and pick them up from school, here I am back to that routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-1370543106967863702?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1370543106967863702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=1370543106967863702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1370543106967863702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1370543106967863702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/11/back-to-business.html' title='Back To Business'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-3370336237566528558</id><published>2011-11-07T10:03:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T08:49:05.652+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Eid Adha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rlsmjJ4JcaQ/TroD1kU7BWI/AAAAAAAAArQ/ljmT7v2jLPg/s314/eid%252520adha2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 209px;" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rlsmjJ4JcaQ/TroD1kU7BWI/AAAAAAAAArQ/ljmT7v2jLPg/s314/eid%252520adha2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_RXkgvWnaPE/TroD1s_Hm-I/AAAAAAAAArI/x9r-T4fWRX8/s314/eid%252520adha4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_RXkgvWnaPE/TroD1s_Hm-I/AAAAAAAAArI/x9r-T4fWRX8/s314/eid%252520adha4.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 209px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salam Eid Adha from all of us here in Oman. We celebrated our Eid yesterday. Eid Adha always reminds me of those who perform Haj in Mecca which definitely touch my heart as I wish I could join them too. I have a few friends and relatives performing Haj this year and wish them Haji Mabrur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YIcjzpNPyjQ/TroDzYA0mzI/AAAAAAAAAqw/HhaqO2M71KI/s314/blog%252520eid2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 209px;" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YIcjzpNPyjQ/TroDzYA0mzI/AAAAAAAAAqw/HhaqO2M71KI/s314/blog%252520eid2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HvrjWgF9ngo/TroDzlxpJVI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ZSo8beOZaDc/s314/blog%252520eid1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 209px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I and family here just celebrated at home and invited a few friends coming over to our house. I started cooking from early morning - as usual our "wajib" menu was Nasi Briyani Ayam. Our guests came over in the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My guests brought Mee rebus and Lontong. We sat down chatting, eating, chatting and eating again till late afternoon. Memang best betul makan ni..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-F9VpHU8xfoU/TroDyx-kJ3I/AAAAAAAAAqs/LY70kDpbcQ8/s314/blog%252520eid4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 209px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-F9VpHU8xfoU/TroDyx-kJ3I/AAAAAAAAAqs/LY70kDpbcQ8/s314/blog%252520eid4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-y3_eLQy8huw/TroDz2iqdGI/AAAAAAAAArE/zy5TYIVMGpM/s314/blog%252520eid3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-y3_eLQy8huw/TroDz2iqdGI/AAAAAAAAArE/zy5TYIVMGpM/s314/blog%252520eid3.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 209px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had a good time and good food too. Thanks so much to Kak Faridah for the delicious Mee rebus and also Lyn for the scrumptious Lontong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To all my friends and family - Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Adha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-3370336237566528558?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3370336237566528558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=3370336237566528558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3370336237566528558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3370336237566528558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/11/salam-eid-adha.html' title='Salam Eid Adha'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rlsmjJ4JcaQ/TroD1kU7BWI/AAAAAAAAArQ/ljmT7v2jLPg/s72-c/eid%252520adha2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-4402737080906875729</id><published>2011-11-02T11:42:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T16:48:38.857+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Too Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People always say, it's never too late to learn or to do something new. I've always wanted and dreamed of learning or doing something but many of them never came to reality. There was always an obstacle that hesitated me from doing it. Money, time and age were the reasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At my age of 42 now, I do still want to try and learn something new and I guess I still have a chance. 10 months ago, I did my first adventurous activity - mountain biking. One of my dreams actually! Wanted to this with hubby but because of time factor we didn't have the opportunity till we are here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I totally enjoy this new activity of mine. I am not a sporty person by default! I didn't qualify in any of sports game during my school's day. I don't know how and why but 6 years ago, I've started doing exercise at home and going to the gym. Now this activity is like a routine in my life and cycling is my weekly's. I enjoy every second of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently I enrolled myself into a Quran lesson. I wanted to do this long time ago. I can read Al-Quran but what I am learning now is the correct way to read and to know all the tajwid. On my first day when the tutor tested me to read Al-Fatihah.. my gosh.. lots of error in my pronunciation. Even when I read Bismillah.. Aduh... malunya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At that point I was glad that I took this lesson. I realize how important this is to me and I am not going to miss this opportunity. I've went to three lessons and Alhamdullilah there was so much that I've learned. I want to learn until I am able to read smoothly and correctly. Insyaalah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I were to list down here what are the things that I wanted to do and learn, it could be an endless story. I want to learn how to swim which I think this can never be fulfilled - too late I guess! I also want to climb a mountain or probably go for rock climbing. When I was single I always dreamed of going backpacking with my girlfriends. I guess now I can't as I am not 'single' anymore but I think I can still do it with my daughters! YES.. girls.. let's do it one day before Mommy get very old :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is never too late as its is better late than never!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-4402737080906875729?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4402737080906875729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=4402737080906875729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/4402737080906875729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/4402737080906875729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/11/never-too-late.html' title='Never Too Late'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-4759074912085695203</id><published>2011-10-26T12:03:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T12:56:04.451+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer Awareness Walk - Muscat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EcWVrj5vFkc/Tqe-UAco3YI/AAAAAAAAAp8/N6BApEMwSaE/s314/cancer1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EcWVrj5vFkc/Tqe-UAco3YI/AAAAAAAAAp8/N6BApEMwSaE/s314/cancer1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fpy4nd4j_-E/Tqe-USnyYnI/AAAAAAAAAqE/RN12nhZWpvo/s314/cancer2.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday I took part in the 8th Cancer Awareness Walk. We started from the open area in front of the Ministry of Justice at the Wizarat Street, Al Khuwair. The walk started promptly at 4pm. I and hubby were among in the front rows (semangat ni...). We took around 45min to finish the 3km walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were joined by all level of groups from children to adult. Some were even on the wheelchair and also pushed their babies stroller. I could see that everybody was so sporting wearing the pink t-shirt and participated well in this event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was my first time actually. I always wanted to do this, to be involve in any of these NGO thingy things. I also wanted to participate in any walk or run and yesterday was my first achievement! Yesterday's 3km was not that challenging to me. Cewah..... but frankly you actually didn't feel you were walking as far as 3km as we walked in a group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rfJjhoqCVrc/Tqe-USozEZI/AAAAAAAAAqA/aNx0Yl_M7c0/s314/cancer3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rfJjhoqCVrc/Tqe-USozEZI/AAAAAAAAAqA/aNx0Yl_M7c0/s314/cancer3.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-28y70PRXuP4/Tqe-VDS4PUI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lvb-y50DWZw/s314/cancer4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-28y70PRXuP4/Tqe-VDS4PUI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lvb-y50DWZw/s314/cancer4.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;October month is also observed as the " Breast Cancer Month".  NACA (National Association for Cancer Awareness) is having a booth for free talk, checkup on anything related to cancer at the Qurum City Centre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cancer is so common and related to my life. I'm saying this is not because I am having cancer or what. Syukur Alhamdullillah.. in my last medical checkup I am free with any kind of sickness. Anyhow I am still have to take precaution and do my yearly routine check up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mom died because of cancer. My three uncles (my mom's brother) died because of cancer too. My aunt who is my mom's sister is currently suffer of bone and lung cancer. She is now still surviving under the medical treatment. Scary right.. it's all run in my family. I pray to Allah to give me a good health. I am now doing my best to practice a good diet lifestyle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This event remind me a lot of my mom. To all the cancer survivor, I respect and have a high regard for them for being able to fight, cope and survive. As for those who have lost their beloved person in their life - She or he will always be our hero/heroin.  My mom has always be my idol. Though she couldn't make it indeed she was still the strongest person on earth that I've ever seen.  I love you mama, miss you and always do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-4759074912085695203?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4759074912085695203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=4759074912085695203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/4759074912085695203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/4759074912085695203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/10/cancer-awareness-walk-muscat.html' title='Cancer Awareness Walk - Muscat'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EcWVrj5vFkc/Tqe-UAco3YI/AAAAAAAAAp8/N6BApEMwSaE/s72-c/cancer1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-6025386633127170909</id><published>2011-10-23T10:50:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T12:03:45.141+04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I was just asking, Mommy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This morning, Hakeem came to me asking "Mommy.. did you see my watch?". Instead of answering where was the watch, I scolded him by telling him off that if he were to take care of his watch, he would definitely knows where was it. I did not just stop in a sentence but I kept stressing of how he always put his things around and sometimes being careless. He also expect others to remember where are his things instead he, himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He was just standing there waited till I finished and answered me back "Mommy.. I just asked you where is my watch. You don't have to be angry at me. I was just asking". He then walked away with a confused eyes and wrinkled forehead! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hakeem then asked his dad whether he knows where his watch is, hubby answered "I don't know Hakeem" which of course with a soft tone concerned voice. Hakeem was so pleased when his dad answered that though he still couldn't find his watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He told hubby "I like the way you answered me, Ayah. So cool.. Not like mommy. When I asked her, she got angry and scolded me because I didn't take care of my watch" Hahahahaa.. I was laughing when hubby told me this but at the same time felt so bad that I reacted to him that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was actually in the middle of something when he came to me. I was in a tensed situation with my other child. I think if he were to come to me even if I were to be in a good mood, I guess I would give him the same response. This is not the first time he's been asking about his watch or toys and books whereabouts. Everybody in the house has to know where are all his things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being a mom, I always stressed out to him about being a responsible person. Compare to me and hubby, my children of course always feel in a safe and comfort zone with him. They seldom got scolded by him. They always got what they want especially during outing. They hardly got NO for the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's why Hakeem always says "my dad is the coolest dad on earth".  On the other hand, when they have problems - it's me who they look for. When it's concerning with the school matters, mommy will always popped out in their mind. Regardless how 'mean' and countless time I scolded and made them cry, at the end they always came to me and said "you're right mommy.. I should have listen to you".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess it happens to all moms. We as a mom sometimes has to play the "cruel" role in the family but of course with some reasons. Kids nowadays are so demanding and challenging to deal with. This is also one of the reasons why we need an angel daddy to be around to be their savior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My kids though hardly got scolded by their daddy but if they get it, it would take longer time for them to get over it. Hubby would have quite a tough time to win them back. They would get so emotional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well.. no matter how and what, both we mom and dad are trying our best to make and do the best for our kids. I always regrets after I scolded or had a row with my children. I hope that when all my children get older, they will appreciate and understand every single things that I've told them. Why sometimes I have to say NO and why sometimes I was being so emotional and dramatic over certain things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May Allah bless all my children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-6025386633127170909?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6025386633127170909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=6025386633127170909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/6025386633127170909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/6025386633127170909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-was-just-asking-mommy.html' title='&quot;I was just asking, Mommy&quot;'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-5915968779144484857</id><published>2011-10-19T09:45:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T10:35:35.177+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-iRkVSdJIzm0/Tp5u81yLIqI/AAAAAAAAApo/BhnnEzBqUlw/s245/obsessed.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 245px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-iRkVSdJIzm0/Tp5u81yLIqI/AAAAAAAAApo/BhnnEzBqUlw/s245/obsessed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OMG.. I never being so obsessed into something that I would spent days, hours on my lappy doing research. I've gone so thorough into this "something" that if anyone were to ask me, I am sure can explain it correctly in details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Normally my obsession towards "something" won't be last long. But this one particular thing just made me go crazy!! It's hunting me all the time, day and night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When come to think of it, this makes me scared. What is wrong with me? I mean is it wrong to have this kind of feelings? I think it's normal (ayat penyedap hati..) as I know very well there are lots out there share the same kind of this feelings that I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or maybe this is a sign of my "midlife crisis"??? Or maybe I am feeling bored to death here in Oman that I got nothing to do except dreaming and thinking so much about this "something"? I would prefer the first one :) - midlife crisis! Hahahahha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Frankly this new obsession really occupied me. I enjoyed every seconds of it. It's like setting goal and mission in my life. YES.. I have something to aim and looking forward to get it. Gosh.. I am sounding like my son now, Hakeem who is so determine and positive if he wants to do or get somethings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well.. be positive and go for it if it makes we happy right? What I know at the end of the day this "something" will definitely drained my purse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-5915968779144484857?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5915968779144484857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=5915968779144484857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/5915968779144484857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/5915968779144484857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/10/obsession.html' title='The Obsession'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-iRkVSdJIzm0/Tp5u81yLIqI/AAAAAAAAApo/BhnnEzBqUlw/s72-c/obsessed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-179850422491174627</id><published>2011-10-17T10:49:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T11:46:22.372+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't the Lucky One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eO-7QfIS8jU/Tpvb63sS2II/AAAAAAAAGqs/2TrFO1AxjlU/s1600/Hand%2Bholding%2Bmoney.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eO-7QfIS8jU/Tpvb63sS2II/AAAAAAAAGqs/2TrFO1AxjlU/s320/Hand%2Bholding%2Bmoney.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664362760777160834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm.. kalau bab lucky draw, cabutan bertuah, masuk competition kat news paper or supermarket - I will fall under the category of the UNLUCKY one! I don't remember when was my first trial of being in any of these but from the beginning it doesn't hit my luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Give up? Not really as when I did it, it was always for fun beside also always hope and berangan to win. Every time after I submitted the forms of course lah berangan kan.. "kalau ah aku menang dapat keta ni.. aku nak pakai or jual" "kalau ah aku dapat duit sejuta ni..." "kalau ah aku dapat tv ni..." Memang akan creative otak ni kalau bab berangan menang itu ini..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My dreams actually work harder than my effort. I sometimes kept all the forms, the receipt but never actually found a time to fill it up. I still remember the kacip fatimah competition. I told my maid to keep every pack opened as I want to win the 1million competition. Always and kept reminding her to do that. Being me.. azam je lebih tapi tak isi and hantar form langsung. At the end I found the whole stack of kacip fatimah packs (probably more than 10) in my kitchen drawer. Huh.. macam mana ah nak dapat sejuta!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I sometimes amaze how some people can easily win something or got their name chosen. I've read about a person who every time when he enters any of these sorts competition or lucky draw, he would definitely win. I don't think you have to be genius or super smart to win this. Just fill up the forms and write your name down - that's it right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday I got SMS from my telco said "&lt;i&gt;Lucky you! The number 95xxxxxx (my number) is one of the candidates that could win RO1000 tonight from Nawras! Send YES to 91999 now to enter the draw! 500bz/sms&lt;/i&gt;" At first I just ignored it but after got encouragement from my supporters (hubby+kids), I went for it. I answered YES and went thru a few steps of answering questions. Each process cost me 500 baiza and I stopped until I had qualified myself to win RO1000 last night and monthly winner of Toyota Prado. With investment of 4 riyal, I am very confident that my number will be chosen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So last night and masa nak tidur.. berangan habis ni.. plus with my kids dah awal2 asking their portion if I win RO1000. Hahahahhaa... I waited until 10pm and told my hubby, go ahead and sleep and if I win, I will definitely wake him up (cewah.. confident habis ni)! I waited and waited until 12 midnight and after I didn't know when.. What I know when I woke up from sleep this morning, check on my phone - taraaa... NOTHING!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmmm... first thing I said.. rugi my 4 riyal! Then mula pot pet.. ni mesti Nawras tipu customer nak buat duit lah.. and more and more rasa ketidakpuasan hati!! Hahahahha.. pitty me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People always say.. you will never know that you might be the lucky one! Our Malaysian friend recently won a car when she dropped a contest form at the Dubai airport. She sold the car and got huge sum of money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And me... I don't know when my time will come.. but I always know I ain't the lucky one when it comes to this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Walaubagaimanapun.. di sudut hati kecil ini masih mengharap Nawras will call me for the RO1000 or prado maybe.. and maybe also Lulu or Alraimi complex competition for getting a car! No harm to have this big dreams right? - from "Ms Hoping" hahahhaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-179850422491174627?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/179850422491174627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=179850422491174627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/179850422491174627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/179850422491174627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/10/aint-lucky-one.html' title='Ain&apos;t the Lucky One'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eO-7QfIS8jU/Tpvb63sS2II/AAAAAAAAGqs/2TrFO1AxjlU/s72-c/Hand%2Bholding%2Bmoney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-5336932362048962311</id><published>2011-10-16T11:48:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T12:38:52.520+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sauna vs Steam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_IuXRL-aVjU/TpqXtyLlOwI/AAAAAAAAApc/lPIFIfvjh3c/s314/sauna%252520room.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 314px;" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_IuXRL-aVjU/TpqXtyLlOwI/AAAAAAAAApc/lPIFIfvjh3c/s314/sauna%252520room.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In most of the club or gym area they would have Sauna or Steam room. Frankly, all this while I don't know and don't really bother to learn what's the different between both until today when I popped in myself into these both rooms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I know when I walk into the Steam room, at first I would feel suffocate and breathless but I like that feelings. After a while I would feel ease and relax. It's not so hot in the steam room and I hardly (as far as I remember maybe not) getting sweat. As when I am in the Sauna room, after 5 minutes I would definitely get sweat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This morning while sitting in the Sauna room, it triggered me to learn what actually the different and why normally both of these rooms are installed in the gym. Below are some facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sauna has very low humidity which means can be much hotter than a steam bath. The temp are normally between 80-100 deg C while a steam bath is usually 40deg C. Saunas are heated with stones place on some kind of heater. When the water poured on the stones that produce a thick cloud of steam. This effect the raising of temp in the Sauna but the steam quickly dissipates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the other hand, a steam bath uses a steam generator. The steam is fed into the room where it builds up to create humidity level. Both rooms are constructed with different materials because of their heating methods. I would put it the easiest way to understand - sauna uses dry heat and steam uses moist heat and both are basically hot bath!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Both have therapeutic benefits. They are good for blood circulation and can cleanse and rejuvenate the skin through heavy perspiration. They are good for easing muscle and promoting feelings of relaxation and well-being (this part, I like!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you ask me which one that I like - if I have time I would go to both rooms. If not, I would prefer sauna room as it makes me sweat fast. Psychologically this sweating part always make me feel good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nevertheless taking saunas or steams bath is better than doing neither.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-5336932362048962311?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5336932362048962311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=5336932362048962311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/5336932362048962311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/5336932362048962311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/10/sauna-vs-steam.html' title='Sauna vs Steam'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_IuXRL-aVjU/TpqXtyLlOwI/AAAAAAAAApc/lPIFIfvjh3c/s72-c/sauna%252520room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-1111183409853879490</id><published>2011-10-15T17:48:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T19:25:32.590+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick.. Sick.. Please Go Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wWaat1klTyg/TpmkuMlW9uI/AAAAAAAAGqg/ptEAsj5Qplg/s1600/sick%2Bwoman.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wWaat1klTyg/TpmkuMlW9uI/AAAAAAAAGqg/ptEAsj5Qplg/s320/sick%2Bwoman.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663739119953966818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't like to get sick especially at this age, I mean - my age that is consider 'old'. When I am sick, I will always feel sensitive and gloomy. Then I will keep thinking of 'why' do I get sick. I hardly get sick - be it demam or selsema. I think in a year I probably got sick once or twice. So kalau demam je mula ah sensitip mitip ni...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This morning I woke up with body aches, cold and weak. I immediately knew that I am going to have fever. I didn't take a shower coz I felt very cold. I cancelled my gym session today. After sending kids to school, I took panadol, covered myself with blanket and fell asleep right away. After one hour, I woke up sweating. I felt better a bit but still felt weak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just relaxed and watched TV. In the afternoon when I wanted to pick up kids, I shivered again. Damn.. I hate it so much. I felt so weak. I felt so hungry but I didn't have any desire to eat. After came back home I took another panadol, lie down and felt sleep again. I then felt hungry when I woke up. Nak makan tekak rasa payau but I have to eat something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know why I got sick. The day before I went for my cycling activity. I cycled after 3 weeks break and a week leisure without any exercise. So agaknya terkejut muscle2 ni.. Another thing probably is because I had too much 'petai' and 'keledas/genuak'. I had non stop eating since a week ago. Not just my tummy terkejut.. semua parts of my body terkejut! Hahahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I am writing this post, I feel a bit better. I plan to go to the gym tomorrow or probably hop into the sauna room! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-1111183409853879490?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1111183409853879490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=1111183409853879490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1111183409853879490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1111183409853879490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/10/sick-sick-please-go-away.html' title='Sick.. Sick.. Please Go Away'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wWaat1klTyg/TpmkuMlW9uI/AAAAAAAAGqg/ptEAsj5Qplg/s72-c/sick%2Bwoman.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-9219047667443156760</id><published>2011-10-13T07:08:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T11:22:32.938+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's October now and we are heading towards winter. Weather has been so nice lately. It was not so hot this back few days. We can feel the breezy windy in the morning and night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, since morning the cloud was so gloomy and dark. Everybody here already predicted that it's going to rain. I was bit skeptical actually. Rain here in Oman? Well.. it's not that it never happened before but it hardly rain here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-zp71NggqOsU/TpZXGCiJmwI/AAAAAAAAAo0/INiA6_E56j0/s314/sandstorm4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-zp71NggqOsU/TpZXGCiJmwI/AAAAAAAAAo0/INiA6_E56j0/s314/sandstorm4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-H625p0JmDWg/TpZXGr_HZuI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qB6SKFvvzJY/s314/sandstorm6.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FMdPvlNnLo0/TpZV3EFo3EI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Hdw18T7TvG4/s314/sandstorm1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FMdPvlNnLo0/TpZV3EFo3EI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Hdw18T7TvG4/s314/sandstorm1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-40_mg0jyTqs/TpZXGKRt2MI/AAAAAAAAAow/cbL1DoOvh9w/s314/sandstorm2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I was wrong. At 5.10pm, signs of rain were happening. I was at home and could hear the wind blow so loud and the sky outside was so dark. The wind kept blowing so hard which caused my front door difficult to open when I was trying to take a peek outside. I can hardly see as the sands was covering up my view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4hWpIb1TZQ0/TpZXGeEy-KI/AAAAAAAAApA/16GBBK9LJBo/s314/sandstorm5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4hWpIb1TZQ0/TpZXGeEy-KI/AAAAAAAAApA/16GBBK9LJBo/s314/sandstorm5.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-W6zKC6oU7ek/TpZXG074ZgI/AAAAAAAAApE/c3zYUhug2Hs/s314/sandstorm9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-W6zKC6oU7ek/TpZXG074ZgI/AAAAAAAAApE/c3zYUhug2Hs/s314/sandstorm9.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My kids ran upstairs to the roof top. From the picture taken it's confirmed that it was a sand storm. Scary right? After 10 minutes everything got back to normal. We finally have rain here! It's grilling. Though it's just grizzling and happened for a while, that was enough to make everybody here in Oman thrilled and excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;According to hubby, some roads were starting to flood. I bet those who were on the road during this sand storm happened were surely scared and terrified. Alhamdullilah everybody was safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The best part was, we were excited and happy to smell the rain. Gosh.. we miss the rain so much ah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-9219047667443156760?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/9219047667443156760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=9219047667443156760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/9219047667443156760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/9219047667443156760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/10/sand-storm.html' title='Sand Storm'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-zp71NggqOsU/TpZXGCiJmwI/AAAAAAAAAo0/INiA6_E56j0/s72-c/sandstorm4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-1971329460825126474</id><published>2011-10-12T06:07:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T14:49:59.575+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;After a week in Malaysia, I am back to my home in Oman. I am so happy to see my kids and hubby and it feels good to be back here, my house here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A week in Malaysia, I have managed to settle lots of things which one of those was Nadira's College registration. She'll be starting in January 2012. Beside that with a long list of things to do and to buy, I at the end got everything done. Every single of my days was occupied. I got out from the house in the morning and came back at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It was tiring actually what more with my sleeping that had gone haywires. A week just flies so fast. I was so sad to leave my house at Shah Alam but at the same time was eager to come home to see my family here. I guess I have to get use to this kind of feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anyway, my normal routine began yesterday. I thought of going to the gym but had to postpone it to next week. There are groceries that need to be done. Then with my kids’ matter at school. They just wanted to wait till I come back to do all what’s pending.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gosh.. yesterday I felt almost breathless and suffocated. A week I left them&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and when I came home there is like a week of job pending that I’ve to settle in a day! Anyway yesterday, I’ve managed to clear up major tasks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So here I am.. back to my busy routine day. Today is a bit relaxed for me and managed to update a blog. Till then cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-1971329460825126474?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1971329460825126474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=1971329460825126474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1971329460825126474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1971329460825126474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/10/back-to-business.html' title='Back To Business'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-5426034200080503433</id><published>2011-10-04T03:21:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T04:20:45.228+04:00</updated><title type='text'>At Home in Shah Alam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have safely arrived to Malaysia - tanah tumpah airku... After two months left, my feelings were not that excited.. Macam baru je kan lagi... Furthermore I left hubby and other children behind. During my flight journey, I was thinking about them, lots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From KLIA, we took a taxi back to Shah Alam. I was greeted with a big smile and surprise from the security guard - part ni mmg terasa dihargai.. walaupun guard Nepal! hehehehhe.. Anyway once the taxi stopped in front of my house, luruh jap hati...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My 'small' garden (so called garden because I have like 6 pots of plants and grassy area), were so dry. The grasses were some tall and some dah mcm padang jarak padang tekukur. There were also dried leaves all around the compound. Then my pangkin - hubby's favourite spot.. looked like there was another tick layer of carpet on top of it which was actually debu putih yang tebal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0T_6kEF6i_k/TopO1KJTAyI/AAAAAAAAAmA/NXtVrVxuRPE/home-shahalam2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2QMkXmLKxfw/TopO1IwNGeI/AAAAAAAAAl8/c0ocZ2_LD5A/home-shahalam3.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I stood outside of my house for 10 minutes before decided to went in. Memang terlupa actually nak masuk dalam coz duk sebuk belek itu ini.. The moment I stepped in, oh my home sweet home.. still look the same (of course lah kan.)... How I miss this home so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All of our furniture has been covered and not much dust there except at the area of the sliding door. I started to sweep and clean up at that area (nak sapu and mop satu rumah tak larat ah mak...) which then I realized there was no electricity. Alahai.... gi rodek2 at the electricity fuse box area and managed to got it ON. As for the upper level of my house, our rooms still smell the same. Gosh.. these remind me of hubby and kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6-XMtWrVY9Y/TopO2gUYm4I/AAAAAAAAAmE/SO7Xp8FTyAo/home-shahalam4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6-XMtWrVY9Y/TopO2gUYm4I/AAAAAAAAAmE/SO7Xp8FTyAo/home-shahalam4.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hE0tEZcLA3k/TopOz3ECW1I/AAAAAAAAAl4/jBEwhjViAfw/home-shahalam1.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a couple hours rest and my tummy has started growling, Nadira and I went out to get something to eat. We went to Giant as we planned to do some groceries after that. Masuk je Giant... bau bihun sup, bau nasi goreng.. mcm2 dan sungguh menggugat iman! At the end I ate laksa.. Laksa Penang.. Pergh.. sedap sungguh.. makan sampai tak angkat kepala ni!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was just my first day back here! Last night I slept early - kalau ikut time Malaysia lah.. and time Oman lagi lah awal... as I couldn't sleep in the flight. I just got so tired and the moment I lay down on the bed - I was already fly to the moon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up early today and cannot sleep back though I tried. Well.. today I already have plans and things to do! Got to get ready.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-5426034200080503433?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5426034200080503433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=5426034200080503433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/5426034200080503433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/5426034200080503433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/10/at-home-in-shah-alam.html' title='At Home in Shah Alam'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0T_6kEF6i_k/TopO1KJTAyI/AAAAAAAAAmA/NXtVrVxuRPE/s72-c/home-shahalam2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-5261303017771165419</id><published>2011-10-02T12:39:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T15:25:37.059+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip Back To Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll be going back to Malaysia tonight. It's just for a week short "business" trip. I'll be going back with my daughter, Nadira and leaving my other children behind in Oman. I seldom leave them and this is my third time actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first time was 5 years ago. I went back to Malaysia to arrange my eldest college's registration. I left Nadira, Nabila and hubby. I went back with Hakeem as he was still small (4years old). It was quite tough as I relied so much on Hubby and Nadira. Nadira at that time probably was 12 years old. She did a fantastic jobs taking care of Nabila and even cooked though tak menjadi but it was a good effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The second time was when I left all of them - a trip to Bandung with my aunt and cousin. This was just 4 days trip and hubby took care of the children. This Bandung 'get away' was actually first time in my life. I always dreaming and planning of going somewhere far with my girlfriends - back packing and hopping from one place to another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unfortunately.. berangan je lah.. as I have a family now lagi ah susah. My eldest daughter told me once "Mommy.. let's go somewhere.. we.. girls only. We leave Ayah and Hakeem behind and have our fun time together" Hmm... interesting right.. YES.. one day I want to do that!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway.. my visit to Malaysia tonight is to arrange Nadira's college registration and settling some other matters. My children especially Nabila and Hakeem are already aware about my trip. Two days ago, they already showed their worried of me going away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night while watching them doing homework, Nabila said "Mommy.. who's going to run through my homework and test my spelling if you're not around". This morning Nabila cried when I sent her to school. She said that she will miss me and won't be able to see me again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for Hakeem, he is acting cool so far. He said that he of course feels sad but because he is a big boy now, he wouldn't want to cry and have to be brave! That's my boy.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This time around, Nabila and Hakeem not just has hubby around but also their elder sister Nurul and my maid. I've made a schedule and long list of what to do for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know hubby will be able to handle the children but being a mother, the worried is always there.  I am most worried especially in the morning time which always the peak and rushing time of getting ready to school. I am also concern about the night time when they want to sleep. They will definitely looking for me and starts to cry. Nabila already asked something belong to me for her to hold at night so that she will always feel close to me. Owhh... she is such a sweet girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope and hope all of them will be fine while I am away. As for now, I haven't started any packing yet! Nothing much to bring actually. I also have a long list of things to buy and to do during my stay. Hope everything goes well as plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-5261303017771165419?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5261303017771165419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=5261303017771165419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/5261303017771165419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/5261303017771165419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/10/trip-back-to-malaysia.html' title='Trip Back To Malaysia'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-1515877509936155569</id><published>2011-10-01T16:55:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T18:45:11.085+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Briyani Again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyone for briyani? Specifically Arab's briayani? Gosh.. we'll just never get tired and bored eating briyani here. Though after so many times eating, even in a week row then swear not to eat anymore... after a few weeks we tend to forget and hunting for briyani again! Hahahaha.. orang melayu bab makan memang banyak pantang.. "pantang jumpa"!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of our favourite's briyani restaurant here is called Bin Ateeq. This shop serves Indian and Arab briyani. We always go for the Arab Qabooli rice. The rice are tender and delicious. The color looks pale but when you eat them, you could taste the spices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iGU6JxGy-5c/TocM6XLWJLI/AAAAAAAAAlc/POmFHPWSGv4/bin-ateeq1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iGU6JxGy-5c/TocM6XLWJLI/AAAAAAAAAlc/POmFHPWSGv4/bin-ateeq1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HP2Gl4CVjKA/TocM6Wfp1JI/AAAAAAAAAlg/MuBOK5UNw2Q/bin-ateeq3.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We love to have briyani with chicken, fish and meat. The chickens are deep fried cooked. The chicken is crispy outside but the meat is juicy and tasty that you can just even eat on its own. My children love the king fish. Actually deorang goreng buh garam kunyit je.. But because it goes with briyani.. that makes the different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We also love the meat. Mostly the meat comes with the bone. I don't know how they cook the meat but it was so soft and tender. I wonder whether they cook weeks before.. hehehhee.. The first time when we had this briyani, we thought we just couldn't eat and even favor it. It was because they serve the briyani rice just with salad and chicken. They also have a side dish like our air asam except this version is not spicy at all - just a mixture blend of tomato and onion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our version of briyani - like briyani johor it will surely comes with gravy. So just imagine the first time we had this briyani... tak tertelan rasanya.. But after a few bites (3-4 kali suap ah...) we tend to like it. The rice spoke by itself "eat me alone, it's still taste good". We fell in love immediately and it's our monthly routine to have this briyani.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AtacK4BcD9s/TocM6pfM0hI/AAAAAAAAAlk/SAjywX5OKxA/bin-ateeq2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Bve5JP7Rcr0/TocM63yagJI/AAAAAAAAAlo/bQvHAQy8Xac/bin-ateeq4.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last weekend we had our lunch at Bin Ateeq. Actually we already had the previous weekend.. but because tekak ni dah terkenang2.. so we went again. Makan memang bertambah.. not just twice. I've lost count tapi memang melebihi muatan!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-1515877509936155569?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1515877509936155569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=1515877509936155569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1515877509936155569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1515877509936155569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/10/briyani-again.html' title='Briyani Again..'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iGU6JxGy-5c/TocM6XLWJLI/AAAAAAAAAlc/POmFHPWSGv4/s72-c/bin-ateeq1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-5867615277138124924</id><published>2011-09-27T11:23:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T12:05:59.951+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Time Has Not Arrived Yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year hubby and I planned to perform Haj. When hubby got his job here, we planned to go from here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The process of applying to perform Haj in Oman is different back from our country. We have an organization or agent like Lembaga Tabung Haji to organize and make things smooth. Here we have to go from one travel agent to another to enquire about the package. Some travel agency who used to organize Haj last year might not be doing it this year. The price of the package of course comes in different varieties price. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We got a few package prices from the agent but all the lodging are in Mina. We wanted to stay in Mecca so that we can perform daily prayer easily at Masjidil Haram. While we were waiting for the other agents to get back to us, we got to know one reliable agent that do Haj packages for all the VIPs. We contacted them and got to know that every year Saudi set new rules for the non Omani residence who wants to perform Haj.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unfortunately we did not meet the requirement set by Saudi. We would have to be a resident here more than 2 years and age 45 years old above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was shattered and heart broken when heard this. I was very excited and  was looking forward to perform Haj this year. The early process was smooth that I thought we will get thru it. Inilah yang dikatakan tiada rezeki. I couldn't sleep and was so upset when thinking about it. I kept saying to myself that I've done something wrong that Allah won't let me perform Haj. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The following day when I was bit calmed, I more or less accepted the fact that Allah has reasons why He won't let me to perform Haj this year. I've read a lot about people's experiences in Haj. Performing Haj is not like performing Umrah. I've done Umrah twice. Yes.. Allah invited and allow me to be there but maybe for Haj my "invitation card" is not yet arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will never give up and stop asking from Allah to let me perform Haj, which I want to go next year. I have one year from now to plan and prepared myself. I might be going thru Tabung Haji from Malaysia or maybe try again from Oman. I have one year to check and ask around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not everything that we wish for will come true. Not all the time what we want we will get it. If Allah does not give what I want it doesn't means that Allah has ignored or forgotten about me. Allah still loves me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Allah tidak akan membebankan seseorang melebihi kadar kemampuannya. Dalam setiap kesulitan pasti ada hikmah terpendam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ya Allah ya Tuhanku. Kau maha mengetahui dan mendengar. Kau tahu apa yang tersurat dan tersirat dihatiku. Berilah aku peluang dan jemputlah aku dan suamiku untuk menunaikan Haji. Kami ingin menjadi orang yang beriman dan dekat kepadamu, Ya Allah" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-5867615277138124924?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5867615277138124924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=5867615277138124924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/5867615277138124924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/5867615277138124924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-time-has-not-arrived-yet.html' title='My Time Has Not Arrived Yet'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-7348835883874205331</id><published>2011-09-23T09:40:00.008+04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T10:28:16.589+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya Mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Still in the raya mood? I guess raya open house still goes on every weekend back in Malaysia. I bet everybody are &lt;i&gt;so &lt;/i&gt;looking forward eating, meeting and putting on raya clothes during this gathering. Goshh.. I miss this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for us here.. life goes on and business is back as usual. Last weekend finally we got an official raya open house from the Malaysian Embassy. Yeahhh... Actually this was the second raya gathering. The first one was made on the first eid. I went and not many Malaysians as most of them were back for their summer holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This time around agak meriah ah sikit.. The night before I helped out in preparing the food - my section was cucuk daging kat satay.. My first time actually and it was quite thrilled especially part daging yang banyak lemak tu.. hehehhehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NMgY1BlXCQE/Tn7Vfnd6ucI/AAAAAAAAAlA/VexYWGPqDZA/raya%252520embassy1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NMgY1BlXCQE/Tn7Vfnd6ucI/AAAAAAAAAlA/VexYWGPqDZA/raya%252520embassy1.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The gathering started at 2pm - 6pm. We arrived there at 2.30pm with an empty stomach! There were many other foods like soto (special dish by Datin), nasi dagang, grilled chicken, ulam2, sambal belacan, not to forget satay and lots more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BTcT1yRGLr8/Tn7VgP79_DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/jv2LEbD-wzA/raya%252520embassy4.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BTcT1yRGLr8/Tn7VgP79_DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/jv2LEbD-wzA/raya%252520embassy4.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LVclOd54p78/Tn7VgYxs42I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/voH40TkNVaM/raya%252520embassy5.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was also happy to see some of the familiar faces and friends who were still here since the day I left Oman. Dah macam jejak kasih ah lak... Some were surprised to see me back here again in Muscat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--OWyPWjQ8Us/Tn7Vf6SU3BI/AAAAAAAAAlE/1T2uTgCqQzY/raya%252520embassy2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--OWyPWjQ8Us/Tn7Vf6SU3BI/AAAAAAAAAlE/1T2uTgCqQzY/raya%252520embassy2.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Z8SYzvoxXao/Tn7Vf3Mok7I/AAAAAAAAAlI/lTYAQvNewGU/raya%252520embassy3.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway.. beside chatting and eating photo sessions were not forgotten.. Serious.. dah tua2 ni lah makin menjadi nak tangkap gambar sana sini..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-7348835883874205331?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7348835883874205331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=7348835883874205331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7348835883874205331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7348835883874205331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/09/raya-mood.html' title='Raya Mood'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NMgY1BlXCQE/Tn7Vfnd6ucI/AAAAAAAAAlA/VexYWGPqDZA/s72-c/raya%252520embassy1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-6760283232460888155</id><published>2011-09-17T09:10:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T09:49:55.027+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monte Carlo Circus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UWQ8JxQPuVQ/TnQmLQx85zI/AAAAAAAAAkA/HadB0SH2b5k/IMG_1194.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UWQ8JxQPuVQ/TnQmLQx85zI/AAAAAAAAAkA/HadB0SH2b5k/IMG_1194.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-w6nDFqfKKxY/TnQmKLQ8ICI/AAAAAAAAAj4/I_pyw9a8Zl8/IMG_1191.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a circus in town! Last Thursday we went to watch it. It is the Monte Carlo Circus. We bought and reserved the ticket as early as 4pm. We arrived at 7pm which was the first show and the place was already crowded. We took the seats which was in front of the ring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TrRnvrecaMI/TnQmLJTQjbI/AAAAAAAAAj8/4F2aCT-IJtU/IMG_1198.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TrRnvrecaMI/TnQmLJTQjbI/AAAAAAAAAj8/4F2aCT-IJtU/IMG_1198.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mz0bGDlv7DQ/TnQqnSTZ05I/AAAAAAAAAkw/5fl3MYGt7vU/IMG_1206.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The show started at 7.30pm with introductions of all the crews and followed by the clown. It went on with the jugglers, magic show, acrobatic and walking on the high wire. I really like the jugglers show. It was Hakeem's favourite too as he always like to juggle anything that he found that can be juggled! Ternganga mulut dia nengok...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-S4Qs2f_Gxs4/TnQmOpa1kyI/AAAAAAAAAkE/iKzm4NnS50A/IMG_1225.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-S4Qs2f_Gxs4/TnQmOpa1kyI/AAAAAAAAAkE/iKzm4NnS50A/IMG_1225.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mP7JT10a_fQ/TnQmRvF-6FI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/cMF0ZUFceq4/IMG_1244.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mP7JT10a_fQ/TnQmRvF-6FI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/cMF0ZUFceq4/IMG_1244.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There were many performers from different country but one that made of us proud when they announced "Zaki from Malaysia". Wah.. at first we didn't believe our ears. He of course didn't look like most Malay Malaysian. He looked more to Arabs Mexican or keturunan Syed2.. He performed juggling and balancing things using his feet. He also did the fire show where he spit the fire out from his mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-yWqq49lHOyg/TnQmRETVMeI/AAAAAAAAAkM/pDu69KkD2uI/IMG_1235.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-yWqq49lHOyg/TnQmRETVMeI/AAAAAAAAAkM/pDu69KkD2uI/IMG_1235.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MD-7bqcVVoc/TnQmO7yezWI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NSj13ylTvcc/IMG_1230.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the break was the lion and tiger show. At this time Hakeem already feeling sleepy and started to get bored. I took them 15 minutes to fix and install the fences around the ring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NaJNoGJFMnw/TnQmUiVnOfI/AAAAAAAAAkY/T-xzzLK-GEw/IMG_1275.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NaJNoGJFMnw/TnQmUiVnOfI/AAAAAAAAAkY/T-xzzLK-GEw/IMG_1275.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The animal show to me, was so so.. Nothing extraordinary performance made by the animals except I felt pity for them. The animals got wept and they smelled so stinky. I wonder how long that they have not been cleaned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The circus show ended at 9.30pm. When we walked out, a big crowd of people were waiting and queuing up for the second show. Luckily we took the first show as  we were already hungry and getting tired by the time it finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We enjoyed the night and the show. Nabila and Hakeem continued for a couple of rides at the Marah Land. They at first feeling sleepy terus segar bugar riding on the roller coaster. We arrived home at 11.30pm and that was our weekend activity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-6760283232460888155?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6760283232460888155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=6760283232460888155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/6760283232460888155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/6760283232460888155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/09/monte-carlo-circus.html' title='Monte Carlo Circus'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UWQ8JxQPuVQ/TnQmLQx85zI/AAAAAAAAAkA/HadB0SH2b5k/s72-c/IMG_1194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-6837842844052788946</id><published>2011-09-13T08:35:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T09:49:39.913+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Settling Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Changing school has always been a tough time for the children. It's a BIG BIG deal in their life. They will have new friends, teachers and surroundings. My children had settling down quite well now. This is their 2nd week at their new school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the first day, when Nabila and Hakeem came back from school, they were not happy at all. They were telling about things that they don't like here and kept mentioning about their old school and friends. They even cried and said wanted to go back to Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the second day, Nabila came back with a big smile on her face. She was happily telling me about what she learned and her friends in the class. As for Hakeem, he was still unhappy. He got no friends to play with and felt lonely. Hakeem.. being the youngest and spoiled one in the family always expect people would do everything for him. I know that he was actually expect friends to come to him instead he go to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the third day, both of them came back happily singing their school song in the car. Well.. something is happening here I thought. Hakeem excitedly told me that he got a friend. I was so relieved and happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;His excitement of getting new friends continued till this week. He even proudly told me that he just  have not only one friend but five and six friends. Well done Hakeem and I could see that he is settling down well. As for Nabila, she's doing great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Both of them are learning to adapt with the new rules and culture here. They learn french which now seems to be their favorite subject. In the school, they also got to buy food at the tuck shop. This is the most thrilled part as they got to spend money and buy on their own which I don't really encourage. I would prefer them to eat their packed lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for Nurul, she is doing great and settling down well. She is very happy with her new school and friends which is a big relieve to me. She has started having lots of homework and books to read. She's in Year 9 and taking IGCSE next year. I pray that she'll do well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for me.. I am happy here. Being here again is just like a refreshing life for me. I have lots of advantages as I've lived here before. I know the place quite well. I am more or less know what to expect, so do what is right and no to what is wrong! No thrill right?.. tak suspen je.. But still I feel everyday when I wake up, it will be a new challenging day for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-6837842844052788946?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6837842844052788946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=6837842844052788946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/6837842844052788946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/6837842844052788946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/09/settling-well.html' title='Settling Well'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-3699504834232571075</id><published>2011-09-10T20:00:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T10:27:52.815+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hakeem's Visit to A Dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hakeem was complaining of having tooth ache since a month ago. At first I thought it was due to him having too much sweets and chocolates as it happened intermittently. I was delaying his visit to the dentist as I thought it was not too critical! Before we came here, I've had Hakeem and Nabila for a teeth checkup. Hakeem's teeth are good and healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A week ago he complained again that I didn't bother to bring him to get his tooth checkup as he told me so many times that he felt hurt when he munched. OK... he made me feel guilty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday I brought him to the Child Dental Centre which is located in Qurum. We've never been here before but I got to know this place from the advertisement in newspaper. When we first walked in, I already knew that this is a good modern hi-tech clinic and it's gonna cost me a bomb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were welcomed by the friendly receptionist, got Hakeem registered and got his dental card immediately. The card which look just like a credit card - cool right.. Five minutes later, a nurse took us up to meet the doctor. Before that, Hakeem got to choose which cd story that he would like to watch during his session. Cool right? hehehhee... Mak dia yang ciwi lebih...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XXF5_GDUWdM/TmuLEE9bnkI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ZTWr0rmZJ-g/hakeem%252520dentist9%252520edited.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 223px;" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XXF5_GDUWdM/TmuLEE9bnkI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ZTWr0rmZJ-g/hakeem%252520dentist9%252520edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vF63D37T72o/TmuNPcicmbI/AAAAAAAAAjw/u75IUM5wbFo/hakeem%252520dentist1%252520edit.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The dentist that we met - Doctor Shayma Al-Dabbagh which I think probably an Omani or Iranian, was very friendly and nice. Hakeem who at first was shyly smiling later talked and talked eagerly answering every questions the doctor asked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zL_mvLsWVac/TmuLDYuO6ZI/AAAAAAAAAjY/21AdqUO97OM/hakeem%252520dentist2%252520edited.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wK-Gu9fjaKA/TmuLDqtDgeI/AAAAAAAAAjg/VpKegJUXX9Q/hakeem%252520dentist3%252520edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hakeem was such an adorable boy. The nurse was so fond at him siap pegang2 pipi and belai2 rambut dia! I could see he was having a good time there. He was willingly and cooperated very well when every time the doctor wanted to check on his tooth. He was at the same time actually busying watching the Sponge Bob cd that he chose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gyb2UDLseSU/TmuLDl7laSI/AAAAAAAAAjc/iYFOh9gzTBI/hakeem%252520dentist5%252520edited.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 223px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IOPJKlmZPb8/TmuLEONAHeI/AAAAAAAAAjk/-R69SxFFd7Y/hakeem%252520dentist8%252520edited.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 223px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As the result, his teeth all are good and healthy. The painful that he got is because he is having a sensitive tooth. When asked how did he get his tooth sensitive, the doctor said it is because  Hakeem probably has a habit of munching and crunching his teeth while sleeping or get angry. Which it is definitely true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So nothing much that could be done except the doctor suggested to put a fluoride paste on his teeth to make it less sensitive and it is also to protect his teeth for a long run. At the end of the session, Hakeem got 3 tubes of Sensodyne toothpaste for children and also gifts pack which full with small cars and animal figures. He even got to pick which one that he likes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Huh.... dah mcm gi birthday party lak.. So when it came to paying time, this visit cost me 33OMR which was around RM300. Hmmm... it is actually quite expensive. Nevertheless I am happy with the service, clean modern place and especially Hakeem - he enjoyed his dentist visit and not scared at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-3699504834232571075?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3699504834232571075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=3699504834232571075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3699504834232571075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3699504834232571075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/09/hakeems-visit-to-dentist.html' title='Hakeem&apos;s Visit to A Dentist'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XXF5_GDUWdM/TmuLEE9bnkI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ZTWr0rmZJ-g/s72-c/hakeem%252520dentist9%252520edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-4894185849069646912</id><published>2011-09-09T13:56:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:20:42.860+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorful Blog With Colorful Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hollaaaa... If all of you notice, I’ve been updating all the back dated posts. Honestly my fingers dah gatal nak mengupdate blog but I couldn’t do it coz my voguemom.blogspot has reached the limits of putting pictures. Gosh.. I didn't know that I have limits. I thought semua free je ah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Well.. I can actually still update my post without having any picture. To me a post without pictures is just like nasi lemak without sambal. It is so colorless and blogless! I must at least have one picture to put on. Hahahhaha.. maybe I am just being and old fashion but besides the rumbles in my blog it would be nice if it has pictures right? As people always say – picture worth thousands of words!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a week doing research, I found a way where I can still put pictures in my blog without actually change or create a new one. This blog has been part of my soul. When I started it, I was so devoted to it. Though I know takde sape nak baca pun.. I always have to post new posting daily. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's just a way or a media for me to pour or spill out something without saying it out loudly. It sounds so lame but trust me for those who has a blog, you will understand what  I am saying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So this is it.. my blog is colorful back with pictures! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-4894185849069646912?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4894185849069646912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=4894185849069646912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/4894185849069646912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/4894185849069646912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/09/colorful-blog-with-colorful-life.html' title='Colorful Blog With Colorful Life'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-2659708967550387394</id><published>2011-09-06T09:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:11:38.347+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Back At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After 7 weeks leisurely holiday, finally my children are back at school. We were here since during their school holiday. They were sometimes complaining of bored and asking when will the school starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All this while they were mostly at home either watching tv or attached with their lappy. I sometimes have to ask them to stop. A few days before schools starts, I have trained them to sleep earlier than usual. It was quite tough at first but they managed to do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the first day of school, me and hubby have to split our task. He brought and registered Nurul and I handled Nabila &amp;amp; Hakeem. After a short briefing, I left them hoping that they will cope well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7Ap0dZMqPYk/Tmmzp2q02QI/AAAAAAAAAd4/SiX8Pl-alE4/kids%252520school4.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 314px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7Ap0dZMqPYk/Tmmzp2q02QI/AAAAAAAAAd4/SiX8Pl-alE4/kids%252520school4.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qYwytgr4XbQ/Tmmzpz5aUrI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Im30dh0CiY0/kids%252520school2.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 314px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I fetched them in the afternoon, they seems not to be happy and kept mentioning about their old school - Nexus. As for Nurul, she was doing fine and happy with her new school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-TpJrImtLhr8/TmmrNFl2TzI/AAAAAAAAAdo/6gko-UtTToM/kids%252520school1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 314px;" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-TpJrImtLhr8/TmmrNFl2TzI/AAAAAAAAAdo/6gko-UtTToM/kids%252520school1.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ayOvfNMkfkM/Tmmzq7lyFYI/AAAAAAAAAeA/99P7IM_FWwo/kids%252520school3.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 314px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On their second day, things changed as Nabila happily went back home and told me what she had learned at school. As for Hakeem, he is still missing his old buddies at Nexus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope tomorrow will be better. Better for Hakeem especially.. As for me, I am back on my routine - chauffeur, cook and all in one package mom!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-2659708967550387394?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2659708967550387394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=2659708967550387394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/2659708967550387394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/2659708967550387394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/09/kids-back-at-school.html' title='Kids Back At School'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7Ap0dZMqPYk/Tmmzp2q02QI/AAAAAAAAAd4/SiX8Pl-alE4/s72-c/kids%252520school4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-3413287809993385565</id><published>2011-09-03T10:43:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T10:29:19.281+04:00</updated><title type='text'>42</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qUQctUwUTYc/Tmmz2zAqW8I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/d5pvT5D1prg/my%252520birthday1.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy birthday to me! I am 42 today. Huh... dah tua ni.. Yes.. at this age some will say I am old and some will say I am still young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whatever it is, I am feel so grateful, blessed and syukur tersangat as I am still healthy and live happily. I have a lovely husband, beautiful children and a happy family. On this special day, my family bought me lunch at Chili's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2tM7ddtFglo/Tmmz3h9sFlI/AAAAAAAAAec/PNtw8p92Tnc/my%252520birthday5.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px; " /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6upc3mxcebg/Tmmz3ZugRwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ckHjWe_MlIE/my%252520birthday4.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6upc3mxcebg/Tmmz3ZugRwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ckHjWe_MlIE/my%252520birthday4.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They bought me too a lovely presents. Thank you to all my children for the lovely gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-w3gqmuneU10/Tmmz3LfVO5I/AAAAAAAAAes/pgFm0qGMhCs/my%252520birthday3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 314px;" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-w3gqmuneU10/Tmmz3LfVO5I/AAAAAAAAAes/pgFm0qGMhCs/my%252520birthday3.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nBwUuHC6t90/Tmmz28wiBuI/AAAAAAAAAeo/fyTrnrc-KjM/my%252520birthday2.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 314px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And not to forget for the beautiful cards. Those words written on the cards made me cry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-t-vLFMFMyuE/Tmmz31eKK-I/AAAAAAAAAew/GvmvcEVzhVk/my%252520birthday6.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 314px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Eedovmf27jc/Tmmz2gdB3VI/AAAAAAAAAek/L5cV45bqxVw/my%252520birthday7.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 314px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On my day of 42 years old, I pray and wish that Allah will give me a long life, good health and prosperous. I want to live longer to be able to see all my children success in their life. Insyaalah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-3413287809993385565?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3413287809993385565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=3413287809993385565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3413287809993385565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3413287809993385565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-birthday.html' title='42'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qUQctUwUTYc/Tmmz2zAqW8I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/d5pvT5D1prg/s72-c/my%252520birthday1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-8165872272449672476</id><published>2011-09-01T13:30:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T10:11:45.984+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QwuPvesvz3o/TmnF0GgyiyI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ITPLYd_tSMQ/wadi%252520shab15.JPG'/><title type='text'>Picnic at Wadi Shab</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On our second Raya, we excitedly woke up early in the morning for our picnic trip. We choose to go to Wadi Shab as we have never been here before. Wadi Shab is located between the capital Muscat and the town of Sur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's easy to reach this Wadi from the new Qurayyat-Sur highway. Well that's what most written in all blogs but for the first timer like us, it will take lots of effort and trial and error before you can actually get to the place. You of course can see the big sign board of WADI SHAB from the highway but that's it.. The sign just stand there without any further direction of how to go there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We actually found the place after making three rounds U turn back and forth the sign board which at the end we asked the local. We were lucky as this Omani couple was so kind enough to lead us there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That was actually happening after 3 hours drive from Muscat. I figured out that we can actually reach Wadi Shab probably around 2 hours. The kids were starting to get bored and asking when we will be reaching the place. Along the highway of course there's nothing much to see except the big huge mountain around us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we werevreaching towards Qurriyat we could see the beautiful beaches along the road. It's so beautiful. We just couldn't resist not to stop. We stopped for a while to take photos. It's quite hot but windy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5f4tlPwVocI/TmnFvPWHkMI/AAAAAAAAAgg/4faPBRjiSdA/wadi%252520shab2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5f4tlPwVocI/TmnFvPWHkMI/AAAAAAAAAgg/4faPBRjiSdA/wadi%252520shab2.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jfmHgI1tqiM/TmnFuufTgVI/AAAAAAAAAgY/7FNzAUl95r8/wadi%252520shab1.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-y2DVd1-Nqsw/TmnFu_rNPBI/AAAAAAAAAgc/0ik1ZfHVH68/wadi%252520shab3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-y2DVd1-Nqsw/TmnFu_rNPBI/AAAAAAAAAgc/0ik1ZfHVH68/wadi%252520shab3.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pCvWdHxDAkg/TmnFvM7lj4I/AAAAAAAAAgk/PVDHD6q_6kw/wadi%252520shab4.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The stop made all of happy and excitedly continued our journey. This was where we were lost finding the Wadi Shab. It took us another hour. Nevertheless once we reached at the entrance of the Wadi, we were relieved and astonished with the beauty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We took a boat to cross to the side of the river. River? Well.. it looked like a river to me as this long river-look-like is actually the long pool of water from the nearby sea. We got the boat for the whole family and it costs OMR1. Once we reached to the other side, we have to walk to find the spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mUCv0o1H8fo/TmnFvns69MI/AAAAAAAAAgo/uM2MwKAuiMQ/wadi%252520shab5.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mUCv0o1H8fo/TmnFvns69MI/AAAAAAAAAgo/uM2MwKAuiMQ/wadi%252520shab5.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wgDUByk5gZY/TmnFwyNuRbI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Rr7rtesiDj8/wadi%252520shab9.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trust me.. none of us were complaining of walking as the view and scenery were so beautiful. We could see the shimmering emerald green water and beautiful rocks and mountain around us. We passed by one small wadi but decided to walked further to find another one. From the researched that I made, there are seven pools of wadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-baqWAYC2Gd0/TmnF0x9BqhI/AAAAAAAAAhY/0S7foJCaUQk/wadi%252520shab17.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-t5dE-jDIc0M/TmnFxge_WJI/AAAAAAAAAhA/3nh37iS2a7U/wadi%252520shab11.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That was what we planned to do, walk and find all the pools of wadi. Unfortunately after we passed by the first pool, we could see the next wadi was dry. Kering kontang. We still didn't give up and walked further up. There were couple of Omani's boy told us to walk further as there is another pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ExQuKwYKQo4/TmnFzuKb6jI/AAAAAAAAAic/P8kmMEmGbcc/wadi%252520shab14.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 314px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H2uWnFBB0KU/TmnFxaS-FxI/AAAAAAAAAiU/4BVtOdKLKSE/wadi%252520shab10.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 314px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At this point, my kids semua dah melepek. They were hungry and the weather was getting hotter. We walked and at last found the pool. It was beautiful. It was down under the mountain and you can jump and splash in the wadi. This is fun for the grown ups but definitely not for my kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We then decided to turned back and it took us another half an hour. We finally found a spot under pokok kurma. We laid out our mat and had our lunch. The kids had started playing and swim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QwuPvesvz3o/TmnF0GgyiyI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ITPLYd_tSMQ/wadi%252520shab15.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UHc2r3g3zzU/TmnF2KSh7-I/AAAAAAAAAho/qGm_JJDhsPg/wadi%252520shab21.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 209px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Si5CS80jBCo/TmnF2TLJ9OI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ZtR2CuhOhx0/wadi%252520shab22.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 210px;" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Si5CS80jBCo/TmnF2TLJ9OI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ZtR2CuhOhx0/wadi%252520shab22.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6t1_ouT4QDM/TmnF3WFPBOI/AAAAAAAAAh4/WSMXkBIf9hE/wadi%252520shab25.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 209px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They spent about two hours under the sun. Eat, swim, play and catch a fish. Yes! Hakeem found one small fish. He was happy and non stop talking about the fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-v9djO9NQawg/TmnF4TT1ImI/AAAAAAAAAiA/5hX2DPh-uaI/wadi%252520shab27.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 209px;" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-v9djO9NQawg/TmnF4TT1ImI/AAAAAAAAAiA/5hX2DPh-uaI/wadi%252520shab27.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uYn070Wx8Tw/TmnF4vC4g9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/v2ut9t-IqGo/wadi%252520shab28.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 210px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were lucky to be here quite early as by the time we were ready to pack more people were coming. We got a good spot, kids enjoyed their swim, perut kenyang and all of us were ready to go back home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0Bc1AajehJ4/TmnF6G99-mI/AAAAAAAAAiI/RAqtpcATZf0/wadi%252520shab30.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 209px;" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0Bc1AajehJ4/TmnF6G99-mI/AAAAAAAAAiI/RAqtpcATZf0/wadi%252520shab30.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-j1dCccKeTZw/TmnRlUSeqPI/AAAAAAAAAjI/iIcA5Bo9x-I/wadi%252520shab32.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 209px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Though there were no wadis or pools as we expected it to be, we still enjoyed our picnic. The place is so beautiful and is a must place to visit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-C1fXH7VT0gQ/TmnRh9z03nI/AAAAAAAAAjA/0a9pOcPIAtE/wadi%252520shab34.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 209px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-iJ_WPrHkPsI/TmnF1hYtv8I/AAAAAAAAAhk/uyvyJadfTmM/wadi%252520shab20.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On our back home, we stopped by at the famous "Sink Hole" at Dibab Lake Park. We parked a car and walked on the short path which lead us to this sinkhole. I've never seen one like this and this amazed me. The water was vibrant green. This sinkhole is about 500 meters inland and 40 meters wide and 20 meters deep. It is said that the sinkhole is connected all the way to the ocean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Memang menakjubkan. I still couldn't relate how suddenly a big hole of pool can exist in the middle of no where with mountains and rocks around it. The water never dry and it just remain like this even during hot summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We can actually go down there and swim. Tapi semua dah melepek tak larat, Furthermore there were many people already down there! Tak sanggup nak join all those 'expat'. We continued our journey and reached home at 4pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everybody was tired but relieved to be back home. This definitely not our last wadi as I definitely will plan for another wadi trip in a near time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-8165872272449672476?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8165872272449672476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=8165872272449672476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8165872272449672476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8165872272449672476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/09/picnic-at-wadi-shab.html' title='Picnic at Wadi Shab'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5f4tlPwVocI/TmnFvPWHkMI/AAAAAAAAAgg/4faPBRjiSdA/s72-c/wadi%252520shab2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-8344096293963469004</id><published>2011-08-31T12:01:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T09:09:23.933+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eid Mubarak to everyone. We here in Oman celebrate Eid on 31st August which is a day later from some of the country in the world including Malaysia. If you ask me, any preparation? Well.. nothing much actually. Just a simple celebration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_3Suqf_0GBw/TmnDUKW_ltI/AAAAAAAAAfg/s9WuCkDg8zc/raya8.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_3Suqf_0GBw/TmnDUKW_ltI/AAAAAAAAAfg/s9WuCkDg8zc/raya8.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 210px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tcPv3Wc5jmQ/TmnDVqMuQ1I/AAAAAAAAAfw/CgbZrLF7_Nw/raya12.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tcPv3Wc5jmQ/TmnDVqMuQ1I/AAAAAAAAAfw/CgbZrLF7_Nw/raya12.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 210px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We woke up in the morning excitedly as today is Raya. Made a few phone calls back to Malaysia. We put on our nice best clothes, gathered around to salam raya. Taking photos and talking about what are we going to do after this? Hehehhehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YE-jB60OAT4/TmnDUvlISpI/AAAAAAAAAfk/UzjvfWknUxs/raya9.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 209px;" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YE-jB60OAT4/TmnDUvlISpI/AAAAAAAAAfk/UzjvfWknUxs/raya9.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kx6MMN2JdRM/TmnDWGQW3WI/AAAAAAAAAf0/2fsNzXJEMyE/raya13.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 209px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6WFwNHi9MA0/TmnDTszqEmI/AAAAAAAAAfY/peJK5BTQCuw/raya6.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 209px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ikbbylhgZfg/TmnDT6Zo7eI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W8pp2jYQeYQ/raya7.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 210px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The kids especially are excited most because of duit raya. So bersemangat to salam raya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1Tp4BdQZweY/TmnDS-oaleI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/brPHog9eNK8/raya4.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 209px;" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1Tp4BdQZweY/TmnDS-oaleI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/brPHog9eNK8/raya4.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NR-7Mr0vI5E/TmnDTC3ENiI/AAAAAAAAAfU/9e0DTbW8zWc/raya5.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 210px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've started cooking from the night time. Rebus ketupat, rendang daging, acar buah and making sambal kacang. In the morning of Eid, I woke up early made nasi briyani ayam. I also made kek lapis and couple of biscuits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-axq6mvsUUF4/TmnDW75pKzI/AAAAAAAAAgA/fOfbMabnnhY/raya16.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-axq6mvsUUF4/TmnDW75pKzI/AAAAAAAAAgA/fOfbMabnnhY/raya16.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 209px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-84CoWc6-Clw/TmnDSpr4s4I/AAAAAAAAAfM/rflpaG__dPE/raya3.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 209px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had our first guest after solat raya. A couple of bachelor guys who happened didn't go back for Raya. Meriah ah sikit rumah.. So good to see them here to share the joy with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8c9Fd3R-27s/TmnDR-tA2JI/AAAAAAAAAfI/GfuWtLomFuw/raya1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8c9Fd3R-27s/TmnDR-tA2JI/AAAAAAAAAfI/GfuWtLomFuw/raya1.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P329QMl1-vE/TmnDXPatiXI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Ho9uMhHq9t8/raya17.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 210px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Later on one Malaysian family came for Raya too. In the evening we went to the Malaysian Embassy for the Raya gathering. There were many actually who didn't go back for Raya especially non-muslim who work here. It's good to see and be with the crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well.. that's it our Eid. Though we don't do like we normally do back in Malaysia, but we still enjoy our Raya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya and Maaf Dzahir Batin to everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-8344096293963469004?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8344096293963469004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=8344096293963469004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8344096293963469004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8344096293963469004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/08/eid-mubarak-2011.html' title='Eid Mubarak 2011'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_3Suqf_0GBw/TmnDUKW_ltI/AAAAAAAAAfg/s9WuCkDg8zc/s72-c/raya8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-7382496453942520291</id><published>2011-08-28T18:19:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T10:36:42.971+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday My Dearest Hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is my dearest hubby's birthday. Since it's Ramadhan, we celebrated after Iftar. I cooked nasi lemak and made hubby's favourite Oreo cheese cake. It's just a small family celebration. We later went out pekena teh and shawarma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my dearest hubby.. I dedicated this lovely birthday poem to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your birthday marks another year together;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such happy times, I couldn’t ask for more,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spending precious minutes, hours and days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With you, my love, whom I cherish and adore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We’ve shared so much, we two, in love and friendship;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each year our bond just seems to grow and grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always want to be right next to you;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be with you means more than you can know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You’re always there for me with a loving smile;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m never happier than when I know you’re near.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought my love for you could not grow stronger;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yet I love you even more this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;By Karl and Joanna Fuchs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-7382496453942520291?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7382496453942520291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=7382496453942520291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7382496453942520291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7382496453942520291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday-my-dearest-hubby.html' title='Happy Birthday My Dearest Hubby'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-4798362652914305538</id><published>2011-08-27T14:46:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T16:46:57.798+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Iftar Gathering Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been quite busy lately. We organized another two Iftar gathering. The first one was from the same group of "orang bujang". It was held last Tuesday just before a day all of them went back for Eid holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For that Iftar, I prepared quite a challenging dishes. Well.. to me actually :) I was stucked in the kitchen since morning till evening. Memang melepek ah.. I cooked gulai tulang, sambal tumis sotong, otak-otak ikan kukus, sayur, sambal belacan. As for dessert I made cucur udang, bubur kacang durian and karipap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But it was really worth my effort as my guests were totally enjoyed the meal. Memang habis licin.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hgSkkszaKEA/Tljasf0_9YI/AAAAAAAAGqA/b4U3VfJl3x8/s1600/iftar%2Bat%2Bhome3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hgSkkszaKEA/Tljasf0_9YI/AAAAAAAAGqA/b4U3VfJl3x8/s200/iftar%2Bat%2Bhome3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645502590901810562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qO7CIFdQuCA/TljasDBGy3I/AAAAAAAAGp4/95KP_6qi3Mg/s200/iftar%2Bat%2Bhome2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645502583167961970" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mGSblP6nGDc/Tljar9SOsSI/AAAAAAAAGpw/60i6-6EG3ZY/s200/iftar%2Bat%2Bhome1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645502581629169954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for our second guest, it was held two days after that. This was a small family, our close friend. I cooked lemak cili api talang nenas, sayur kangkung, ketam goreng, ikan berlada and sambal tempoyak. As for dish I made cucur udang (again as it was everybody's favourite and perasan mcm dah terror buat ni...) and also kek bakar pisang. This Iftar was more relaxing as I could joined the guests eating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dnEVc36RLY/TljL_ir-bII/AAAAAAAAGo4/DZPjdi6uXr4/s1600/iftar%2Bkak%2Bzilla1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dnEVc36RLY/TljL_ir-bII/AAAAAAAAGo4/DZPjdi6uXr4/s320/iftar%2Bkak%2Bzilla1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645486425412365442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D59H2CtluVw/TljL_1Za6aI/AAAAAAAAGpA/zLyJgD_lAFE/s320/iftar%2Bkak%2Bzilla2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645486430434814370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6pqqCEyh_dQ/TljPD4VipXI/AAAAAAAAGpI/C09_bq5IiHU/s320/kuih%2Bbakar%2Bpisang.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645489798478210418" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XXsZuuQJNZQ/TljPEX6pu3I/AAAAAAAAGpQ/OnfwopeE2ao/s320/cucur%2Budang.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645489806955363186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess these would be our last Iftar gathering with guests. Today I've started my baking. Yes! finally I got one kenwood mixer. My first project which is currently in the oven is kek lapis cokelat. I planned to give this to one of our Omani's friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Though I only have limited ingredients and items, my kek lapis as for now looks good. Excited ni.. I planned to bake a few more and also biscuits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-4798362652914305538?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4798362652914305538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=4798362652914305538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/4798362652914305538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/4798362652914305538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/08/iftar-gathering-again.html' title='Iftar Gathering Again...'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hgSkkszaKEA/Tljasf0_9YI/AAAAAAAAGqA/b4U3VfJl3x8/s72-c/iftar%2Bat%2Bhome3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-5559279473913092417</id><published>2011-08-22T12:39:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T12:51:01.386+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Esok.. oopps Next Week Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--9QHQNBjurY/TlIYZZudykI/AAAAAAAAGow/x6coCyh6Kuo/s1600/pelita%2Braya.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--9QHQNBjurY/TlIYZZudykI/AAAAAAAAGow/x6coCyh6Kuo/s320/pelita%2Braya.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643600107730225730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In a week time, InsyaAllah our Ramadhan will be end and we are all celebrating Eid. How time flies so fast. Well.. actually I feel this year’s Ramadhan, day by day has gone so fast. It’s probably I am very busy from day one settling the house shifting and daily cooking. Preparing dish and food in this month must always be a special one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Eid this year will be special for me and my family as after three years parted from hubby we are now be able to celebrate it together. Last year I celebrated Eid at my hometown, Kedah. It has been since eight years that I’ve not celebrated Eid in Kedah. I was really looking forward and excited. Furthermore all my brothers came back too. For the first time too, we had the opportunity to celebrate Eid together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Since my mom is not around anymore, I did all the cooking for Eid. We had non-stop visitors till evening. I was quite busy on the first day. When it came to night time, I’ve started missing something and someone. Yes.. my husband and my mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The next day I felt more miserable. Honestly I felt that the Eid won’t be Eid without my husband. I realized that all of us actually needed to be together to create the happiness and the excitement. I don’t know.. probably I am just getting old or what but nowadays I feel that if I go anywhere without hubby, it won’t be as much fun as it used to be. EXCEPT shopping.. this is to avoid the guiltiness of buying things in front of him!! Hahahahhaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Anyway.. this year I have him around. Not just me alone who are looking forward but my children too. We will celebrate our Eid here in Oman. Yup.. here.. and as far as I know, all Malaysians are already went back celebrating their Ramadhan and Eid back in Malaysia. So tinggal kami je lah one family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;We do not feel so left out or mati kutu as I believe and can guarantee that our Eid will still be fun and full with excitement. We already planned what to cook and to go. As others back in Malaysia busying hopping for Raya and balik kampong, we too do the same – except tak balik kampong ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Well.. we are all now counting days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-5559279473913092417?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5559279473913092417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=5559279473913092417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/5559279473913092417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/5559279473913092417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/08/esok-oopps-next-week-hari-raya.html' title='Esok.. oopps Next Week Hari Raya'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--9QHQNBjurY/TlIYZZudykI/AAAAAAAAGow/x6coCyh6Kuo/s72-c/pelita%2Braya.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-8053304086439103998</id><published>2011-08-18T12:05:00.010+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T11:55:59.949+04:00</updated><title type='text'>NIghtlife in Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Nightlife here I mean specifically during Ramadhan is really happening! During the day time the town is very quiet. The restaurants and food shops are closed. The offices only open half day. Most of the Omanis will take leave during this holy month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The town will only be lively and bustling after Iftar. It’s totally an opposite scenario. We love to go out at night during this month. Nothing much to do or not many places to go, it’s just we normally wondered around and joined the crowd! Orang sebuk shopping raya, we all just sebuk meramaikan orang.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX0AHFBlhM8/TkzMPa30KLI/AAAAAAAAGnY/4QWB7ITvM_0/s200/ramadhan%2Bnight1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642108998471919794" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Br4b1V_mEdE/TkzWDUc_jAI/AAAAAAAAGoo/h5XwepNXPY4/s200/ramadhan%2Bnight4.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642119785706654722" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mpwKK4djkNw/TkzMPgB2KII/AAAAAAAAGng/Y_n4J7BeGic/s200/ramadhan%2Bnight2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642108999856171138" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Mall especially, will close at 12am – 1am. Normally after Terawikh the crowd will be more packed. Sometimes when we walked and wondered around, we didn’t realize that the time was 11pm or 12pm. Memang tak terasa.. People are still busying shopping and some even just arrived at that hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Well.. that’s the Mall. The restaurant or food shops are also crowded with people. Including us too.. dah makan Iftar still sometimes wants to chill out at the food shops. Be it either shawarma or probably coffee still we want to do it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--60_8LvUmHY/TkzRbSahneI/AAAAAAAAGn4/Ff015oilk4w/s200/ramadhan%2Bnight5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642114699918155234" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NMEMtzrPNuw/TkzMP1U8_TI/AAAAAAAAGno/seADKwmOIKY/s200/ramadhan%2Bnight3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642109005573455154" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RAJOzluZUzI/TkzTsInYF5I/AAAAAAAAGoI/1uCx6cSh8GQ/s200/ramadhan%2Bnight6.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642117188368734098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;During this Ramadhan most of the shops are also having sales. In this month also Omanis like to buy new car! Kereta raya!! It is actually a good deal and the shops normally offered a huge suprise package for buyers. We had experienced before when we bought cars during this month. I still remember when we bought Prado, the whole boot of the car was filled up with the electrical goods. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Some of the electrical goods were still in the box and never being used! This time around we’re lucky as we came at the right time. We recently bought a car and got a free laptop, 500litres petrol, electrical goodies and free service. Good deal right.. And that’s why people here buy new car every year !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9gcC7OoykXk/TkzUXaei_aI/AAAAAAAAGog/nO0LJ2JHNqI/s200/ramadhan%2Bnight9.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642117931897912738" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7OOg5c9bsRY/TkzUXEF30AI/AAAAAAAAGoY/tUKDquMf3cg/s200/ramadhan%2Bnight8.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642117925888839682" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ed4h4mlSMzs/TkzTsXN5XgI/AAAAAAAAGoQ/A0s8B4-ADQU/s200/ramadhan%2Bnight7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642117192288394754" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway.. not every night we go out. There are not many places to go and we don’t want one of us to start mention the word BORING. We sometimes keep going to the same place over and over again but hey.. you would not believe if I say that we enjoyed every bit of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I always believe that sometimes it is not the place that you go but the “crowd” that you are with that make the place more interesting and lively. We have years ahead of us here in Oman so we better make sure that we will live here to the max!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-8053304086439103998?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8053304086439103998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=8053304086439103998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8053304086439103998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8053304086439103998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/08/nightlife-in-ramadhan.html' title='NIghtlife in Ramadhan'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX0AHFBlhM8/TkzMPa30KLI/AAAAAAAAGnY/4QWB7ITvM_0/s72-c/ramadhan%2Bnight1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-3176584475530526718</id><published>2011-08-16T12:46:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T12:52:30.215+04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AsCCo6KIAl4/TkovA24wAFI/AAAAAAAAGnA/lKdJdXR-UXI/s1600/me%252Bsq.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AsCCo6KIAl4/TkovA24wAFI/AAAAAAAAGnA/lKdJdXR-UXI/s320/me%252Bsq.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641373175015014482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today has been exactly a month I’ve been in Muscat, Oman. We are all settling down well at our new home. Alhamdullilah that everything has went smooth as planned. Half of the month was spent for house hunting and half of the month was settling down and started our Ramadhan. Yup.. today is our 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; day of Ramadhan. Cepat kan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The weather now has getting better as it’s now towards winter. It’s not that hot anymore and sometimes it’s also windy and breezy. We mostly just stay at home during day time and only go out during night time. My kids sometimes feel bored but at the same time they were all happy hooked up to their laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The school has not started yet. It will be on 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; September after Eid. Many asked why I don’t come after Ramadhan. Well.. first hubby has been here almost a year without us. We also need to find a house as before this he stayed in a small apartment. Then it’s Ramadhan. I don’t think I want hubby or me to be apart again especially at his side. Kesian makan minum dia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;That’s why we came 2 weeks before Ramadhan in hoping to get a house as quickly as we can and settling down fast. So now my kids are having their leisure summer break which almost 7 weeks. As for their school part, more or less we have settled everything. Now they are just waiting for the day to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;As for me, I’m busy day to day with the house chores. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am glad that I have my maid with me as it helps a lot. Most Malaysians are not here as they went back for the summer holiday and will be back after Eid. So no outing and hanging out with friends yet for me. Am just chilling and hibernating at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Nevertheless I am happy here as I have my family with me and looking forward each brand new day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-3176584475530526718?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3176584475530526718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=3176584475530526718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3176584475530526718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3176584475530526718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-month.html' title='One Month'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AsCCo6KIAl4/TkovA24wAFI/AAAAAAAAGnA/lKdJdXR-UXI/s72-c/me%252Bsq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-375870360703759499</id><published>2011-08-15T16:00:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T16:10:28.644+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Skills in Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I tend to be creative and adventurous in cooking when staying abroad especially during Ramadhan. I love to cook and also like to try out new dish. Over here there is definitely no Pasar Ramadhan or any shops that you can buy foods or kuih. As usual during Ramadhan ah nafsu nak makan itu ini membuak-buak.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;So nak tak nak.. kena ah masak sendiri... Since day one of Ramadhan, i will make sure I have at least one kuih on the table .I started with karipap. Ni dah expert ah.. Pasal dah banyk kali trial and error! Then I made murtabak. I had no problem with the inti tapi nak buat kulit tu.. I know that I can use kulit popia instead tapi nak gak try buat from scratch. Well.. it turned out not bad. Tak ah selembut murtabak mamak tu tapi bole ah makan!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Then I dig out all the recipes and tried out the one that the ingredients are easy to find here. Well.. some turned out quite buruk – luaran je.. but the taste was not bad at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E5jFrjDxRJU/TkkLwR-P-jI/AAAAAAAAGmw/pZ8EVGQPYVc/s1600/cucur%2Budang.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E5jFrjDxRJU/TkkLwR-P-jI/AAAAAAAAGmw/pZ8EVGQPYVc/s320/cucur%2Budang.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641052932344379954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HpvimAHeYU8/TkkLwqLObyI/AAAAAAAAGm4/THre_CV2SmQ/s320/roti%2Bjohn.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641052938841255714" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two days ago I made cucur udang. I took the recepi from one of the blogger – cucur udang tembam. Huh.. memang tembam.. Sekali hadap je habis masa Iftar. I also made bubur kacang durian which I used lempok to add the flavour. Ni me and hubby je yang makan as kids don’t really like it. Yesterday I made roti john... Walllaa... and everybody likes it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Every morning when I woke from sleep, the first thing that pop up on my mind is “what to cook for today?”. Seriously sometimes dah takde idea.. In this house, they must eat rice for Iftar. So kena ah pelbagaikan lauk pauk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Hmm.. I think today I want to cook Nasi Lemak with sambal sotong. I plan to give some to our Omani’s neighbour. I wish I have daun pisang so I can make nasi lemak bungkus tu... As for kuih... still thinking.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Cheers everybody and selamat berbuka puasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-375870360703759499?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/375870360703759499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=375870360703759499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/375870360703759499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/375870360703759499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/08/cooking-skills-in-ramadhan.html' title='Cooking Skills in Ramadhan'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E5jFrjDxRJU/TkkLwR-P-jI/AAAAAAAAGmw/pZ8EVGQPYVc/s72-c/cucur%2Budang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-7688431796559618796</id><published>2011-08-11T10:03:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T10:55:01.964+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Iftar with Guests</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Yesterday we invited “orang bujang” for Iftar at our home. It’s our first guests after settling down. The day before I went to the wet market but came home disappointedly as there were not many people selling fish. It’s probably on the weekdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9DGeM2Etzk/TkTHLui8DdI/AAAAAAAAGlg/N_HReHHwLac/s200/iftar3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639851637661765074" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gFawnBytL8o/TkTHLdV9ZGI/AAAAAAAAGlY/_iCAzvSZzeo/s1600/iftar2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gFawnBytL8o/TkTHLdV9ZGI/AAAAAAAAGlY/_iCAzvSZzeo/s200/iftar2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639851633043924066" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ryjujycrXXo/TkTHLAv1_MI/AAAAAAAAGlQ/e5sFKwGKBhc/s200/iftar1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639851625367862466" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2xlqCFpJMY/TkTEcouN1GI/AAAAAAAAGlA/wFAz5OU_5sU/s1600/talam%2Bsujee.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2xlqCFpJMY/TkTEcouN1GI/AAAAAAAAGlA/wFAz5OU_5sU/s200/talam%2Bsujee.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639848629621347426" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vwO4sSxXJ-g/TkTEcStHuxI/AAAAAAAAGk4/2O-KrZRujpM/s200/buah%2Bmelaka.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639848623711173394" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vbp1SECbSic/TkTEc_4j84I/AAAAAAAAGlI/gwBdlbGqYgc/s200/roti%2Bjala.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639848635838755714" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So menu kena ubah ah.. I cooked ikan talang masin + nenas masa cili api, ayam goreng berlada, ikan bakar and some ulam with tempoyak and sambal belacan. I also made roti jala and some kuih. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ucRW9f3VxpM/TkTNGkgb9XI/AAAAAAAAGmY/4N2vKUoDeFw/s1600/iftar10.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ucRW9f3VxpM/TkTNGkgb9XI/AAAAAAAAGmY/4N2vKUoDeFw/s200/iftar10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639858146137339250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WL8banfFhw0/TkTNG-fa_HI/AAAAAAAAGmg/ZgWoWXHN4Xs/s200/iftar11.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639858153112403058" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HZUJs4igpxw/TkTNHCasB4I/AAAAAAAAGmo/rUERIRW0PHo/s200/iftar12.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639858154166290306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2pWa46ZVZfk/TkTLWfW_U2I/AAAAAAAAGmA/a-raEuKwB2M/s1600/iftar7.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2pWa46ZVZfk/TkTLWfW_U2I/AAAAAAAAGmA/a-raEuKwB2M/s200/iftar7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639856220610188130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BA2Z4aYpiVA/TkTLWu9hLQI/AAAAAAAAGmI/_69y8ZP-5Dw/s200/iftar8.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639856224798321922" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VrvekL8T9lI/TkTLW8GHbAI/AAAAAAAAGmQ/_tYvk9KD2dg/s200/iftar9.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639856228324043778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There were ten of “orang bujang” who some wife went home for summer holiday and some were here without family. I was very glad that they really enjoyed the food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4zaf546_CJo/TkTJTIYSUZI/AAAAAAAAGlo/c5bXFa1I8vA/s1600/iftar4.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4zaf546_CJo/TkTJTIYSUZI/AAAAAAAAGlo/c5bXFa1I8vA/s200/iftar4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639853963878748562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QlqOIAA5Ut0/TkTJTbbJlbI/AAAAAAAAGlw/YW8PnP-l8L8/s200/iftar5.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639853968991032754" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iR6UhIsFvvk/TkTJTuSOemI/AAAAAAAAGl4/1qGZ54A1dJo/s200/iftar6.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639853974053878370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Though our house still looks bare, but importantly our guests still feel comfortable and enjoy the crowd.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Insyaalah probably I and hubby will organize another Iftar during weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8390519923938510163-7688431796559618796?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7688431796559618796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=7688431796559618796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7688431796559618796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7688431796559618796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/08/iftar-with-guests.html' title='Iftar with Guests'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9DGeM2Etzk/TkTHLui8DdI/AAAAAAAAGlg/N_HReHHwLac/s72-c/iftar3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-495796105872618517</id><published>2011-08-09T13:53:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T14:19:50.473+04:00</updated><title type='text'>As Expected!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wn9aGvB2u9k/TkEHft7K5XI/AAAAAAAAGkw/GeVDIYukNds/s1600/angry-face.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wn9aGvB2u9k/TkEHft7K5XI/AAAAAAAAGkw/GeVDIYukNds/s320/angry-face.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638796449929684338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lived here before and I’m supposed I know this is what to be expected! Well.. I thought after so many years probably things might change but I was wrong. I am talking about when you BUY things here and then when they want to DELIVER the goods, it’s always not as what they promised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Damn.. memang naik darah jadinya.. My first expecting delivery was bedrooms set and our dining table. It was supposed to be send on the 30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; July but it ended up on the 1&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; August. It was not just the delivery delayed, but all the furniture here when you buy it comes in loose parts and the people have to install and fix it at your home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;They arrived at 9am and finished at 9pm. Just imagined the whole day they (two workers) were in my home. I saw they were still looking at the manual on how to fix it and sometimes took a break which a few times. Hmm.. mmg ah slow sangat... Even after we finished our Iftar they were still working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;As for my second delivery, came on the promised date but time sesuka hati mereka. This shop has an experience workers so cepat ah sikit kerja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;As for other delivery, my mind had been set for all the consequences that might happen. Currently I am still waiting for the water dispenser delivery since two days ago. I’ve been calling them on and on but the answers are still the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Dah ah panas kat sini... and now memang panas with this people. I seriously don’t understand why are these people are not committed with their work. Understood.. I know some locals have this ‘malas’ attitude and takes thing all so lightly but till when?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I wish I could just shout out loud to them – WAKE UP or else you will lose what you are having now. Huh.. lantak ah kan.. what I want now is my WATER delivery!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-495796105872618517?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/495796105872618517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=495796105872618517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/495796105872618517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/495796105872618517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/08/as-expected.html' title='As Expected!!'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wn9aGvB2u9k/TkEHft7K5XI/AAAAAAAAGkw/GeVDIYukNds/s72-c/angry-face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-1384580080643564791</id><published>2011-08-05T18:05:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T12:18:52.734+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan Mubarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Hope it’s not too late for me to wish everybody Ramadhan Mubarak. Today is our 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; day of Ramadhan. How time flies so fast. Since the first day of Ramadhan, I was being very busy shifting to our new house. After a week staying at the hotel we decided to move to hubby’s home. The small one bedroom apartment, but hey.. we managed n survived! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;On the first day of Ramadhan, we shifted our entire huge luggage which full with our clothes and a few boxes of food stocks. On the same day also, our furniture and a few electrical goods arrived. The house was not actually proper cleaned yet- well not up to my satisfaction actually but ok lah... While the workers busied installing furniture, we too busied cleaning up the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I thought of cooking for Iftar on the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; day, but tak larat sangat and we just bought nasi briyani. Since we already had our bed room furniture ready, we slept at our new house with bags unsettled around on the floor! On the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; day, I went out to buy a few things to fill up the kitchen and the house. On the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; day, we received another sets of furniture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Yesterday people came to fix the TV and satellite and yalllaaa.. as for now.. our house now is now our home sweet home. Well.. kalau ikutkan hati.. there are still lots more that I want to buy but hubby warned me to slow down a bit.. hahahahaha.. mau semput kalau nak beli semua sekali gus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Anyway, today I woke up settling up a few things unsettled. My maid has started washing clothes – pending still 3 days ago! We’re lucky as its summer and the laundry were ready and dry within 2 hours. So mcm kedai dobi lah pulak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alhamdullilah.. everything has settled as planned. Now I can start planning cooking more interesting dish for Iftar. Our neighbour has been kind giving us everyday dish for Iftar. I haven’t balas anything yet.. Aduh.. malunya.. Now nak kena brush up my skill back making kuih traditional!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-1384580080643564791?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1384580080643564791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=1384580080643564791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1384580080643564791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1384580080643564791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/08/ramadhan-mubarak_3643.html' title='Ramadhan Mubarak'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-111901802409602983</id><published>2011-07-31T11:57:00.008+04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T12:30:54.552+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping for Raya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shopping for Raya? I don’t remember when was the last time I had the excitement doing Raya shopping specifically baju raya! As we’re getting older (probably not everyone), the excitement for new baju raya are getting lesser. We are normally focusing more to our children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;My children, especially the last two (blame me for this!) don’t really aware about the terminology of “baju raya”. They have been brought up abroad and ‘raya’ was normally celebrated only on the first day which normally makan2. The last two years, they started to appreciate more towards Raya after being introduced to “duit raya”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I buy clothes, shoes for my children continuously throughout the year. So that’s why when it comes to Raya, I don’t feel they need for new baju raya except probably baju kurung or baju melayu. All my children seem to adapt with this trend and thank God they don’t mind it at all. What is a must is DUIT RAYA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I know back in Malaysia, my brothers, relatives and friends are busying doing their last minute shopping for raya. Syoknya.. I could imagine the crowds and rows of stalls at PKNS Shah Alam. As for here, there are many outlets having sales and I could see Omani’s busying shops for Eid as well. There is also one place called Oman International Exhibition Centre which normally held a few events. Now they are having “Oman Largest Shopping Extravaganza” event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RclrGvUHiQ8/TjUOv-fJXkI/AAAAAAAAGko/WDe9T5Y_67g/s1600/oiec1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RclrGvUHiQ8/TjUOv-fJXkI/AAAAAAAAGko/WDe9T5Y_67g/s320/oiec1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635426726114319938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vE-cD13C5YA/TjUOv3xIYtI/AAAAAAAAGkg/ZJN-B_S45Uw/s320/oiec2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635426724310704850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3TPMdswNLqA/TjUOFiyUf7I/AAAAAAAAGkY/uezDNwOGW6s/s1600/oiec3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3TPMdswNLqA/TjUOFiyUf7I/AAAAAAAAGkY/uezDNwOGW6s/s320/oiec3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635425997124042674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-59uBNGaQHnU/TjUOFZbTNOI/AAAAAAAAGkQ/qxKfFOodeE4/s320/oiec4.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635425994611569890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last time when I was here, this seems to be my favourite spot. They sell variety of clothes and shoes. Siap duit je ah.. But normally those are not to my liking except for jubah. Yesterday morning, I went with my daughters. As expected the place was crowded with people and also as expected, they sell the same things that I’ve seen for the past six years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uzQ9NmlCRKY/TjUNr2DF60I/AAAAAAAAGkI/1la7ov6QbMc/s1600/oiec5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uzQ9NmlCRKY/TjUNr2DF60I/AAAAAAAAGkI/1la7ov6QbMc/s320/oiec5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635425555618065218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--wwTXW4sjrM/TjUMXfq_5bI/AAAAAAAAGjw/3RF4sc-BRco/s320/oiec8.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635424106502415794" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r0QsmRlhZ4w/TjUNr5vVDVI/AAAAAAAAGkA/lhQVufTPjTM/s1600/oiec6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r0QsmRlhZ4w/TjUNr5vVDVI/AAAAAAAAGkA/lhQVufTPjTM/s320/oiec6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635425556608912722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yIozRF5ZnCI/TjUMXaSn71I/AAAAAAAAGj4/frCGv7fgFDo/s320/oiec7.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635424105058004818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went around from one row to another making a tour in the whole hall. At the end we got a nice jubah for each of us, a drawing template for the kids and kacang goreng from Iran! Nevertheless we enjoyed it as we shared the excitement with other which konon2 shopping raya ah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back in Malaysia, selamat bershopping.. baju melayu, kurung sure ada tema colour.. Jangan terover budget lak.. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-111901802409602983?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/111901802409602983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=111901802409602983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/111901802409602983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/111901802409602983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/07/shopping-for-raya.html' title='Shopping for Raya?'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RclrGvUHiQ8/TjUOv-fJXkI/AAAAAAAAGko/WDe9T5Y_67g/s72-c/oiec1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-1487655959420049110</id><published>2011-07-29T10:50:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T12:00:49.008+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutrah Wet Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I came here, I mormally did my groceries at one of the famous hypermarket here name LULU. Besides chicken and vegetables, fish also are quite variety and fresh. Anyway today I decided to go to the wet market which located at Mutrah, near the Mina Qaboos port which is about half hour drive from my place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l61dq468ibc/TjJaoZcnvzI/AAAAAAAAGjo/bwUvCnZVpyY/s1600/market2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l61dq468ibc/TjJaoZcnvzI/AAAAAAAAGjo/bwUvCnZVpyY/s320/market2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634665733866110770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Since today is weekend, I went out quite early to avoid the crowd and traffic. At first I was surprise as the usual place where I used to go was empty. They are doing some upgrading and renovation. All I could see was just a section for vegetables. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Probably looking lost, one of the Omani there told me that the fish section has moved to the next building which was not far from the vegetable section. As usual.. I always feel excited every time goes to market. I love seeing fresh fishes, prawns and more. Over here they sell variety of fish that we back in Malaysia don’t eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I just walked around looking for the familiar fish that I use to buy. At this moment tengah musim ikan kembong/termenung. It is so fresh. Best kalau buat laksa... When asked for the price – it’s 4 pieces or OM1riyal or 5pieces for 1OMriyal depends on the sizes. Tak main timbang2 ni... Since mahal, cancel laksa! Hehehhe.. So I just bought the medium size which is 4pieces for OM1riyal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtqSMPY9xjA/TjJZqYawIpI/AAAAAAAAGjQ/8ZyouHoh7fo/s200/market4.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634664668437947026" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CpfhvtT9gMM/TjJaS3eHZjI/AAAAAAAAGjg/iOnCNo3XrsI/s200/market6.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634665363968321074" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aRw9s2VSx4U/TjJaSuFzoAI/AAAAAAAAGjY/l49kxqD9WmM/s200/market5.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634665361450442754" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also bought crabs! 1kg for OM3riyal. Ni mmg takleh kurang langsung. It’s normal kalau weekend, eksen pakcik2 jual ikan ni.. Either you take it or you walk away. Anyway I bought a few types of fish, some crabs and prawns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Done with the fish.. tour at the vegetable section. What I love most is the kurma. During summer memang musim.. The kurma is so fresh and sweet. There are many types depends on the range. The more expensive, the more it tastes nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rJ8y3PqN0Ko/TjJZo6soP3I/AAAAAAAAGjA/1YI_6dbofqY/s200/market1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634664643279994738" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pI-KAz10opw/TjJZpDSd07I/AAAAAAAAGjI/sukTPNkNmLU/s200/market3.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634664645586178994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;So today, our lunch memang best!! I cooked sweet sour ikan kerapu, ketam goring and terung masa black pepper. Yuuummmyyy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-1487655959420049110?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1487655959420049110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=1487655959420049110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1487655959420049110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1487655959420049110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/07/mutrah-wet-market.html' title='Mutrah Wet Market'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l61dq468ibc/TjJaoZcnvzI/AAAAAAAAGjo/bwUvCnZVpyY/s72-c/market2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-5816933231779028526</id><published>2011-07-27T16:37:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T16:49:27.997+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Not So Lucky Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Today I went out as early as 6.45am to make a residence card. Today things had gone beyond my expectation. Betul2 mencabar... I thought we would just finish within an hour or two but it dragged till afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I went to the Royal Oman Police with my daughter and maid, brought by my hubby’s office PRO. First we went to the “Fingerprints Department”. The queued outside the building was like hell. We were lucky as there were not so many people for ladies. They have different sections for ladies and men – which was the best part! After taken number, we were called to take our fingerprints for each of our fingers. Yup.. one by one for all my 10 beautiful fingers.. hehehehhe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Later then, we walked to the next building bringing the documents to make a residence card. At that time was 7.45am and the queue for taking number was very long until you could see people (mostly Indians and Philippines) stood outside as far as to the car park which probably about 400mtr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Th6ntBUNeX8/TjAG33w0cDI/AAAAAAAAGio/R7TBxhD_a3I/s1600/ROP1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Th6ntBUNeX8/TjAG33w0cDI/AAAAAAAAGio/R7TBxhD_a3I/s320/ROP1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634010690771775538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYxuSN74cqM/TjAG4O_6JCI/AAAAAAAAGiw/_AtLUfuJulM/s320/ROP2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634010697009079330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Again, I was lucky as we are the “ladies”, the section was not too long. Anyhow.. the drama began when my number was called. When it came to my turn, I sat down waited for my photo to be taken, suddenly the computer hung! The officer tried a few times but failed. He then ushered me and others to another room which already crowded with other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The officer in that room was sooo garang! When he saw a group of us budged in there, he shouted to all of us to queue. He asked and checked for each of our ticket number so that we would queue according to the number. When he asked mine, I told him that my ticket has been taken by the officer from another room. He kept saying with a loud voice in front of my face which I couldn’t understand sepatah haram.. Luckily the PRO came to explain to him and he allowed me to queue in.. Huh.. masa tu rasa mcm nak sepak je muka dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;All of us ladies in the room terus takut were quiet and waited patiently. I saw a few Indians in front of me sia2 je kena tengking&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;because she couldn’t understand what he was talking about. Though I was totally pissed off with him, I was glad too for seeing an officer like him. A very strict, discipline and go by rules. As I saw and encountered before, a few just walked in and cut the queue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Anyway, when it came to my turn to take photo, he asked me to take off my glasses and without any warning – that’s it my photo was snapped. Sumpah confirm muka buruk! OK.. done with this and we went to the “Receiving Card” department. We waited for our name to be called to collect the card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Thru my experience during my stay last time, I waited probably about half an hour to collect the card. This time around was such a pain. There were so many people, too many people. I could see the other side where all the men, berhimpit mcm sardine. The officer called each name with a loud voice (no speaker) and if he is the person, he either has to put up his hand or answer by shouting YES. Then he has to struggle to walk in between stubborn people who names are not called yet to go to the front counter. Some of them even waited outside the building and I don’t know how they would hear their name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Well.. that’s the men section. As for ladies, at first I sat down waited for the name to be called. There were already small crowd in front of the counter. I waited and looked at how this things work for about 10min. I told myself; by sitting here I would never get my card. I couldn’t hear clearly and I also saw some of them just passed the passport to get the card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;So if, you can’t beat the crowd.. join them! After an hour stood there my daughter’s name and maid were called. I was expecting mine to be next but none. I waited again.. and again.. STOOD there and felt a few times like vomiting and fainting. After one hour, my name was still not being called yet. I went to the officer (a few times begging) kept trying dgn muka seposen told him to look for my card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The officer who gave the card to my daughter remembered us Malaysians and helped to find my card. After he couldn't find it, he asked me to go to the next room (computer room) to see the officer there. By the time I was in front of the door, dah kena halau. Damn.. masa tu mmg rasa nak nangis.. My PRO happened to see me talked and explained to that officer. At first he strictly didn’t allow me in but at last he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;He took my passport and pass to the guy inside. Then still I waited for about half an hour until somebody attended to my passport. I was then told that my name was not in the system. Aduh.. I went back again to the room where I took photo just now and did all over again. At that time, the garang officer baik ah pulak.. helped me out with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;After done with that, I took the passport and passed back to the officer in the room. Wallaaa.. after 10 min my name was called. Fuh... Today was just not my day. Banyak betul dugaan.. but at the end Alhamdulillah I got my residence card – of course with my ugly face muka terkejut!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-frSyb5oBZVs/TjAHCyDXSVI/AAAAAAAAGi4/GK5jbqq9NaE/s320/ROP3.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634010878217505106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked out from the building at 11.30am and the queued was still long. I felt sorry for them as it was getting hotter. According to the PRO normally the crowd was not as bad as today. Well.. to me I just feel that they have to do something to improve the system. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-5816933231779028526?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5816933231779028526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=5816933231779028526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/5816933231779028526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/5816933231779028526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-not-so-lucky-day.html' title='My Not So Lucky Day'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Th6ntBUNeX8/TjAG33w0cDI/AAAAAAAAGio/R7TBxhD_a3I/s72-c/ROP1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-8570779985767808669</id><published>2011-07-25T14:56:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T14:58:52.804+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alhamdullilah... at last we got a house. After a week searching, we finally found one that we like. It has 5bedrooms, 6 toilets and 3 stories.. Sounds scary ah.. The scary part is the “3 stories”. I don’t think that I would last long climb up from one stairs to another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Anyway that top floor we dedicated to our maid, since dia muda ganteng.. It will be her room + laundry room as well. The house is actually not too small or too big, it’s just nice for all of us. Furthermore it is located at Al-Khuwair, which is our favourite area - easy access to anywhere in Muscat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The house will be ready by end of the month which I do really hope that I can move in before Ramadhan. We met the owner yesterday. A very nice guy who are too really keen to have us at his house! There’s nothing much actually need to be done at the house except the owner wants to repaint and do some cleaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;We too asked him to install curtain for us. Through my experience last time, curtain here was so expensive. We spent so much on the simple curtain which at the end we just left it behind once we went back for good. So this time around, dah pandai.. so demand ah kat landlord tu. We’re lucky that he agreed on this term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;This morning I’ve started buying some electrical goods. Later in the evening, I plan to survey on furniture. Buying furniture here is not like back in our country. The delivery might take 4-5 days and that if you’re lucky. Sometimes though they have promise to deliver on certain date, they can just tend to forget and the delivery will be delayed. Annoying right? But this is seems t be norm here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Well.. let’s just hope that it won’t happen to us and it turn out better. So for this next few days, I’ll be very busy shops and spend goods for our new home. Excited ni.. And also at the same time, I do hope that the house will be ready soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-8570779985767808669?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8570779985767808669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=8570779985767808669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8570779985767808669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8570779985767808669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/07/yes.html' title='Yes!'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-5611391667683405730</id><published>2011-07-23T13:05:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T19:46:35.496+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride On Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;As for now, we are still not getting a house that we like. Well.. of course there are a lot but the one that we like are the one that way way out of our budget. House rental here is so expensive. For a normal one room flat/apartment cost around 350riyal which around RM3k! So for a house or they called villa, 4-5 bedrooms will cost from 800riyal depends on the location. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;We are actually in the midst of negotiating one villa. I am still waiting for the agent to come back to us. I really hope this will pull through so that we can move before Ramadhan. Ramadhan is just a week away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Anyway.. while in the stress of not finding a house, my life activities continue as norm. Yes.. and it’s cycling! I got hooked into this new ‘hobby’ during my last visit here. Hubby has started since he was here. We actually always wanted and planned to do this even while back in Malaysia. And now.. with all the extra time we have here, and the interesting place to cycle – here I am, my weekends activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Yesterday and today, we went to a place name Al Amerat. Though I have not cycling for couple months, I still got the “umphh” and masih bertahan. We spent almost two hours there, went around the dirt roads, and mountains. It’s very challenging and tiring but I am so satisfied once it’s over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Well.. here are some pictures taken. Enjoy it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OH_U2wqazTw/TirohyUaINI/AAAAAAAAGiY/VGIhFNhQwV8/s1600/cycling2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OH_U2wqazTw/TirohyUaINI/AAAAAAAAGiY/VGIhFNhQwV8/s200/cycling2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632569951120924882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TKaLGGv-zZM/TiroiBNfnEI/AAAAAAAAGig/F9pnejWJ-K4/s200/cycling3.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632569955118455874" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pWXNaPVrnIc/TirohcgOyCI/AAAAAAAAGiQ/_LIh5d99St0/s200/cycling1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632569945264932898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's cycling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehQWROh0Tic/TirgJVrGjlI/AAAAAAAAGh4/R6GQ8aS5HIU/s1600/cycling1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehQWROh0Tic/TirgJVrGjlI/AAAAAAAAGh4/R6GQ8aS5HIU/s200/cycling1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632560735021600338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wWBVRP3X6kk/TirgJjFsunI/AAAAAAAAGiA/MQQFvHk4e1g/s200/cycling27.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632560738622814834" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dp0O5L1hS6I/TirgJ2zJurI/AAAAAAAAGiI/NAO4C-orXbM/s200/cycling8.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632560743913732786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23YHKmKagSg/TiqV1K81pWI/AAAAAAAAGhw/bVt_Y5k6YTc/s1600/cycling14.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23YHKmKagSg/TiqV1K81pWI/AAAAAAAAGhw/bVt_Y5k6YTc/s200/cycling14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632479024685360482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ens56CemM10/TiqV0yyjeNI/AAAAAAAAGho/PVHJzP5lVwA/s200/cycling21.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632479018199775442" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E2xKGxn86fw/TiqV0o08KvI/AAAAAAAAGhg/Zr3HYwFXbNQ/s200/cycling4.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632479015525427954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-5611391667683405730?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5611391667683405730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=5611391667683405730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/5611391667683405730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/5611391667683405730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/07/ride-on-rock.html' title='Ride On Rock'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OH_U2wqazTw/TirohyUaINI/AAAAAAAAGiY/VGIhFNhQwV8/s72-c/cycling2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-7286967404502786450</id><published>2011-07-19T06:48:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T06:57:18.830+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marhab.. from Muscat, Oman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2PV3HXkv_Ng/TiZCuISTppI/AAAAAAAAGhY/a9jbTgaIDCY/s1600/family.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2PV3HXkv_Ng/TiZCuISTppI/AAAAAAAAGhY/a9jbTgaIDCY/s320/family.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631261744339068562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Marhab... here I am back again to Muscat, Oman. I and my family were safely arrived 4 days ago. This time I came not for a holiday but to LIVE here. This time around when I come, it is of course with different expectations. I still remember, six years ago when I first time arrived here, with my two small babies with me, everything was so new and I was like in the middle of nowhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I know nobody and everything I have to do on my own. When I think of it, I thankful as it gave me a tremendous experience, colourful journey in my life and how to survive in a different part of the world. And now after three years I left, again I and my family has been destined to be here. Maybe Allah has reason why He wants us to be here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;So this time, I come like an army who is ready to face the battle!! I don’t need a dummy book on “how to survive in Oman” or probably a “dictionary” on how to face the people here! Hahahahha... Frankly I was really looking forward when hubby got called to Oman. I was excited to be here again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Anyway... since the day I arrived, my days were occupied with lots of tasks. As for now, the progress so far is so good. It goes well as expected. My children have got their school placement here. My maid’s visa and ours are now in processed in getting our residence card here. I am getting my car tomorrow – wooootsss.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;As for now, we are still transit at the hotel apartment here. This is the one thing that still pending as I am still hunting for a house. This time around, I plan to find a good spacious house. I am targeting to move and settle down before Ramadhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I’ve viewed a few houses and still not found one that I like. Well.. hope later today or tomorrow, I’ll hook to one that I see! I hope all my plans progress well. The weather now too seems to be kind to us, it was not hot anymore like the first day we arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I and my family are looking forward to our new journey and life chapter here. Till then cheers and I will update more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;p/s: the picture was taken before we departed, at our house in Shah Alam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-7286967404502786450?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7286967404502786450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=7286967404502786450&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7286967404502786450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7286967404502786450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/07/marhab.html' title='Marhab.. from Muscat, Oman'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2PV3HXkv_Ng/TiZCuISTppI/AAAAAAAAGhY/a9jbTgaIDCY/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-2325943220722555001</id><published>2011-06-14T17:38:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T17:46:26.916+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Relocate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDsiPEYpXeE/TfdmGn6igwI/AAAAAAAAGhQ/cGo-9vpAOCk/s1600/relocation.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDsiPEYpXeE/TfdmGn6igwI/AAAAAAAAGhQ/cGo-9vpAOCk/s320/relocation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618071324147745538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In a month time, I’ll be leaving Malaysia for good. Yes.. for good! My husband is now in Oman. He has been away from us for almost a year. So that’s the place where I will go and live – Muscat, Oman. Sounds familiar right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I and my family have lived there for almost 5 years. That was 3 years ago. And here, our fate has been destined to be there again. I am at the moment excited as all of us family can be together but at the same time also worried as there are lots of things to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I haven’t started any packing yet. I am now slowly buying things especially “food stocks” to be brought there. I’ve list down (partly..) what to do and to bring. But still.. I am like taking my own sweet time and at the same time scolding myself for not doing anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I am also at the same time still busying with my daily routine. Every weekend are always occupied with activities. On the weekday’s time, there’s no way that I can do. But I know, one day I will be very kelam kabut when the date is getting closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;As at my husband side, he is currently now preparing visa for us family and my maid. Yes.. alhamdullilah my maid is going with us as I can use her to assist me. When I reach there, piles of things and tasks are waiting to be done. House hunting, furniture, house hold and some more it’s Ramadhan. Gosh.. lots lots of things to do. Taknak fikir.. nanti sakit kepala!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;As for now... I have to settle things over here and make sure everything go smooth. Insyaallah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-2325943220722555001?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2325943220722555001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=2325943220722555001&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/2325943220722555001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/2325943220722555001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/06/relocate.html' title='Relocate'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDsiPEYpXeE/TfdmGn6igwI/AAAAAAAAGhQ/cGo-9vpAOCk/s72-c/relocation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-8022204948288296599</id><published>2011-06-11T16:55:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T17:04:13.864+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey... I Am Back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Hello everybody. It has been a very long time that I’ve keep distance from my blog. Not that I’ve totally forgotten about it but it’s just a matter of finding the right time to reactivate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;One of the reasons that I’ve been quiet coz hati ini dah merajuk. I found that some of my readers read my blog and use it to go against me. To me, people write a blog because for some reasons. And my reason here is to share my thoughts, experiences, stories and babbling which sometimes nonsense or amuse to some people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;There are so many blogs out there and bloggers write as they wish. Visiting and read blogs are just like we go to the Mall. You go to one shop to another looking for clothes, maybe. If you go to one particular shop and don’t like what you see, you just walk away right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Same thing here, if you don’t like what I write – please.. do stop read and leave. As simple as that right? I am of course understood that not every one of my readers like what they read. Some found it like I am bragging, poyo or showing off. Or maybe some sees that my blog inspired and motivated them in whatever ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;You have a choice. You like it – read and if you don’t – leave. But please don’t use whatever written here to shoot me down or probably stalk me :p. Tak baik kan... duk kepo2 hal orang pastu jaja cita yg bukan2. It’s not healthy tau..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Anyway, today I am finally here sitting in front of my lappy to write more and more exciting life of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*for those my devoted readers - thank you so very much&lt;br /&gt;*for those haters  - "ada aku kesah" - dah rasa mcm celebrity lak ada fans and haters :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Cheers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-8022204948288296599?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8022204948288296599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=8022204948288296599&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8022204948288296599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8022204948288296599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/06/hey-i-am-back.html' title='Hey... I Am Back..'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-747428517153465149</id><published>2011-03-28T05:35:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T05:41:35.397+04:00</updated><title type='text'>PAUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My blog will be temporary put at rest until further notice.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ll be back again, Insyaallah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-747428517153465149?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/747428517153465149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=747428517153465149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/747428517153465149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/747428517153465149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/03/pause.html' title='PAUSE'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-3872470751011012274</id><published>2011-02-26T05:27:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T06:19:03.542+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubby's Home - Makan Aktiviti!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosh.. it has been so long that I’ve not updated my blog. Blame to the modern technology- smartphone &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Frankly I don’t remember when was the last time I touch my lappy as I am connected 24/7 to the internet thru my phone. So convenient ah.. sampai terabai blog ku..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y1Of4ZwowgU/TWsAoRNhjOI/AAAAAAAAGgo/ODFopTtwgDM/s1600/dinner%2Bcurve3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y1Of4ZwowgU/TWsAoRNhjOI/AAAAAAAAGgo/ODFopTtwgDM/s200/dinner%2Bcurve3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578553255243386082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_vOmtA_FYZw/TWsAov1HHuI/AAAAAAAAGgw/QG6Vi6vVFrI/s200/dinner%2Bcurve2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578553263462489826" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7yzMeFDFrRs/TWsAo9ELo0I/AAAAAAAAGg4/OXo1Crsw-Tw/s200/dinner%2Bcurve1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578553267015361346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway hubby was home back for a short holiday. In his 10 days holidays our activities were filled up with makan,makan and makan.. Macam2 dia mengidam nak makan itu ini… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D657NRFWSkU/TWsAQsR1XRI/AAAAAAAAGgQ/jyZNqLWEOCg/s1600/dinner%2Balai3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D657NRFWSkU/TWsAQsR1XRI/AAAAAAAAGgQ/jyZNqLWEOCg/s200/dinner%2Balai3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578552850192358674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkVur5rYnkc/TWsARDY-2QI/AAAAAAAAGgY/ZOM0zhDYXMI/s200/dinner%2Balai2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578552856396355842" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QtT5TIKjj3w/TWsARVfs4RI/AAAAAAAAGgg/AeBZ8TVuWpo/s200/dinner%2Balai1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578552861256376594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the weekend we went back to Malacca and had the famous ikan bakar but this time we went to Alai. It was not bad though as it was recommended by our relatives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EV6zC53EslQ/TWr_lhvBV_I/AAAAAAAAGf4/p5n2vQzybP0/s1600/kgbaru%2Bnasilemak3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EV6zC53EslQ/TWr_lhvBV_I/AAAAAAAAGf4/p5n2vQzybP0/s200/kgbaru%2Bnasilemak3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578552108627613682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-arBhcxOEBR4/TWr_l5Avi7I/AAAAAAAAGgA/sbh0ZUTxA2o/s200/kgbaru%2Bnasilemak2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578552114875960242" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6s0QJJ3SI/TWr_maFzVZI/AAAAAAAAGgI/LPe87P7oYdw/s200/kgbaru%2Bnasilemak1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578552123755550098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then back in KL, my aunty from Kedah came to KL and we went to meet up and lepak2.. Well.. makan again…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Jif20j3vWc/TWr-PfCCrOI/AAAAAAAAGfo/P1r7CahDtp0/s1600/kgbaru%2Bnasilemak5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Jif20j3vWc/TWr-PfCCrOI/AAAAAAAAGfo/P1r7CahDtp0/s200/kgbaru%2Bnasilemak5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578550630433336546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X_5F9DedGRo/TWr-PqdGycI/AAAAAAAAGfw/1saRCc4AzIw/s200/kgbaru%2Bnasilemak4.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578550633499642306" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vf3rCOZBYRw/TWr-POgQD-I/AAAAAAAAGfg/TLKOj-c899E/s200/kgbaru%2Bnasilemak6.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578550625996640226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A couple days before hubby ended his holiday only I had the opportunity to cook for him. Yes.. finally dinner at home! We also had our brothers around to join the dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u-55E__jdsI/TWr91WYaR5I/AAAAAAAAGfI/uyVq1d4pdrs/s1600/dinner%2Bhome1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u-55E__jdsI/TWr91WYaR5I/AAAAAAAAGfI/uyVq1d4pdrs/s200/dinner%2Bhome1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578550181434640274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bu0I5zeVSO4/TWr915Aac7I/AAAAAAAAGfQ/gsEGj5fKO7A/s200/dinner%2Bhome2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578550190729229234" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FZCH-e4yzSo/TWr92EhkAlI/AAAAAAAAGfY/NNHHTWdIUmA/s200/dinner%2Bhome3.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578550193821057618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now hubby has gone back and safely arrived in Oman. Although it was a short time for him to be here, me and the kids especially treasure the time spending together. We already miss you.. sob sob..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-3872470751011012274?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3872470751011012274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=3872470751011012274&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3872470751011012274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3872470751011012274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/02/hubbys-home-makan-aktiviti.html' title='Hubby&apos;s Home - Makan Aktiviti!'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y1Of4ZwowgU/TWsAoRNhjOI/AAAAAAAAGgo/ODFopTtwgDM/s72-c/dinner%2Bcurve3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-6483147497504785581</id><published>2011-02-13T02:15:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T18:10:32.659+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-POse6pEsMNE/TVaPdqNhdeI/AAAAAAAAGfA/aSGMLBFGaMY/s1600/me-hubby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-POse6pEsMNE/TVaPdqNhdeI/AAAAAAAAGfA/aSGMLBFGaMY/s320/me-hubby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572799328627553762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Anniversary to my dearest hubby. I love you more and more each day. May Allay bless our marriage and our  family.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Each anniversary finds us happier&lt;br /&gt;You are my light--my moon, my star, my sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You show me what real love is all about,&lt;br /&gt;You fill my life with pleasure, joy and fun.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;As time goes by, our love grows stronger still.&lt;br /&gt;You're the most amazing man I ever knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prize our anniversaries because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Each year I fall in love again with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; color: black; "&gt;Poem by :Joanna Fuchs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-6483147497504785581?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6483147497504785581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=6483147497504785581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/6483147497504785581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/6483147497504785581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-anniversary-to-my-dearest-hubby.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-POse6pEsMNE/TVaPdqNhdeI/AAAAAAAAGfA/aSGMLBFGaMY/s72-c/me-hubby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-2550400819291755692</id><published>2011-02-11T17:32:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T17:50:41.322+04:00</updated><title type='text'>KHURAFAT: Perjanjian Syaitan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFBThiyVEps/TVU7rvPzM1I/AAAAAAAAGe4/RoRtMzqbPz8/s1600/khurafat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFBThiyVEps/TVU7rvPzM1I/AAAAAAAAGe4/RoRtMzqbPz8/s320/khurafat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572425736544006994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I watched Khurafat movie just now. What drag me to watch was because of the good reviews I read about the movie. Some more the collections are more than 5millions. After glued to my sit for one half hour, my personal review – Khurafat was not bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Frankly all this kind of horror and ghost movies has never been in my list. Cerita zombie kampung pisang dulu pun I screamed when first time watched the hantu2!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So most of the scene which I already expected the ghost to be appeared in Khurafat, I just covered my whole face. Hehehehhe..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To me, this is cerita hantu yang bermoral. It got message. It is not just a stupid typical malay ghost that I used to watch. Though there are still some illogical scenes – of course kalau cerita melayu sure ada but still it is a new phenomenon to the industry. This is the first horror movie directed by Shamsul Yusof. Thumbs up. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;KHURAFAT means kepercayaan karut atau tahyul. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Believe it or not in nowadays modern era, there are still people especially Malays that believe in black magic, jin, saka or bomoh. They believe that all of these can help, cure or fulfill whatever they wish. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This bunch of people sometimes can be very obsessed and believe so much in whatever said or predicted by bomoh. They believe it so much till they start accusing friends, neighbor, relatives or even family. They believe it so much that they can break the relationship they have. Sadly and very sad this is actually happen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I might not be the right one or alim person to say more about this but doing all these are just against our religion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Renung-renungkan lah..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Segala amalan dan kepercayaan yang tidak berdasarkan kepada sumber-sumber yang asal seperti al-Qur'an, al-Hadis, Ijma' dan Qiyas adalah ditolak oleh Islam. Sabda Rasulullah:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;mso-line-height-alt:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#372C2C"&gt;من&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#372C2C"&gt;أحدث&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana; color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#372C2C"&gt;فى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#372C2C"&gt;أمرنا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana; color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#372C2C"&gt;هذا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#372C2C"&gt;ما&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana; color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#372C2C"&gt;ليس&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#372C2C"&gt;منه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana; color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#372C2C"&gt;فهو&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#372C2C"&gt;رد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Maksudnya: Barangsiapa mengada-adakan di dalam agama kami sesuatu yang tidak ada di dalamnya, maka yang dikerjakannya itu adalah tertolak.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Percaya kepada benda-benda yang dijadikan keramat seperti pokok, kubur, telaga dan sebagainya, serta memuja, memohon pertolongan dan melepaskan nazar pada benda-benda berkenaan dan percaya ianya mempunyai kuasa selain dari Allah Subhanahu wa Ta'ala, adalah membawa kepada syirik dan bertentangan dengan kepercayaan tauhid kepada Allah Subhanahu wa Ta'ala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#372C2C"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#372C2C"&gt;ولا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#372C2C"&gt;تدع&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana; color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#372C2C"&gt;من&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#372C2C"&gt;دون&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#372C2C"&gt;الله&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#372C2C"&gt;ما&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana; color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#372C2C"&gt;لا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#372C2C"&gt;ينفعك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana; color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#372C2C"&gt;ولا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#372C2C"&gt;يضرك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana; color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#372C2C"&gt;فان&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#372C2C"&gt;فعلت&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana; color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#372C2C"&gt;فانك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#372C2C"&gt;إذا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana; color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#372C2C"&gt;من&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#372C2C"&gt;الظلمين&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Dan janganlah menyembah atau memuja yang lain dari Allah, yang tidak dapat mendatangkan manfaat kepadamu dan juga tidak dapat memberi mudharat kepadamu. Sekiranya engkau mengerjakan yang demikian maka jadilah engkau orang-orang yang berlaku zalim (terhadap diri sendiri dengan perbuatan syirik itu)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;mso-line-height-alt:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#372C2C"&gt;أوسحر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#372C2C"&gt;أو&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana; color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#372C2C"&gt;سحر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#372C2C"&gt;له&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#372C2C"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Bukan dari golongan kami sesiapa yang merasa sial atau meminta diramalkan kesialannya atau merenung nasib atau minta ditenungkan atau mensihirkan atau meminta disihirkan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#372C2C"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sabda Rasulullah&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;mso-line-height-alt:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#372C2C"&gt;إن&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#372C2C"&gt;الرقى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana; color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#372C2C"&gt;والتمائم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#372C2C"&gt;والتولة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana; color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#372C2C"&gt;شرك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="line-height: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;i style="line-height: 12pt; "&gt;Sesungguhnya jampi mentera, tangkal dan guna-guna itu syirik.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;mso-line-height-alt:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#372C2C"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#372C2C"&gt;من&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#372C2C"&gt;علق&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana; color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#372C2C"&gt;تميمة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#372C2C"&gt;فقد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana; color:#372C2C"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#372C2C"&gt;أشرك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#372C2C"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Sesiapa yang memakai tangkal, maka ia telah melakukan kesyirikan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Waalahualam..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-2550400819291755692?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2550400819291755692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=2550400819291755692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/2550400819291755692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/2550400819291755692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/02/khurafat-perjanjian-syaitan.html' title='KHURAFAT: Perjanjian Syaitan'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFBThiyVEps/TVU7rvPzM1I/AAAAAAAAGe4/RoRtMzqbPz8/s72-c/khurafat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-7516722104049360189</id><published>2011-02-07T14:12:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:09:32.988+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitties from Tiara</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TU_FnIzORoI/AAAAAAAAGd4/7y_6Dv5bkV0/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FdGlhcmEra2l0dGllcy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-763378"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TU_FnIzORoI/AAAAAAAAGd4/7y_6Dv5bkV0/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FdGlhcmEra2l0dGllcy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-763378" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570888540248491650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night Tiara gave birth to two little cuties kittens. Tiara is not even a year old but has to be a mom now. Kesian kan... A week ago we already noticed she was wondered around the house looking for hidden spot. The spot probably a place where she wanted to give birth for the babies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we prepared for one her and last night was the history. Everybody in the house was very excited. There are two kittens - one is so black and the other one is in light gray color. Names are not given yet as sex are still unidentifies. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Currently Tiara is under quarantine as we don't want other two male cats yg tak henti ngiaw ngiaw want to be close to her and the babies. Probably in a few weeks time, I will bring Tiara and babies to the VET. Meanwhile I just hope that the babies will survive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sent by Maxis from my BlackBerry® smartphone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-7516722104049360189?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7516722104049360189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=7516722104049360189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7516722104049360189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7516722104049360189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/02/kitties-from-tiara.html' title='Kitties from Tiara'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TU_FnIzORoI/AAAAAAAAGd4/7y_6Dv5bkV0/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FdGlhcmEra2l0dGllcy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-763378' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-9006114166187001670</id><published>2011-02-06T11:01:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T11:50:45.477+04:00</updated><title type='text'>When They Are Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As Nabila and Hakeem grow up they learn to be more responsible and thoughtful. They learn to love and respect each other. They are just like other kids too – had their fight, disagree but it would normally won’t be long. They will go back to each other as in the family they are the last two who are at the same age group.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many people sometimes mistaken that they are twins, especially when they were babies which I wonder why as they don’t ever look alike. They have different personalities which why they always have great things and ideas to do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nabila.. as a sister, as a ‘matured’ sister always has concern towards her brother, Hakeem. I guess she is willing to do anything for him though sometimes she don't show it. As for Hakeem all I can say the spoil one, always need attention and attention.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This school holiday, both of them have lots of homework to do. Nabila has started planning and doing it from the day one. As for Hakeem, he will do it when he feels he wants to do it. But when he started doing it, he will be very serious and determine. Then he will say to me – Mommy.. it’s not that difficult and I know I can do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TU5Mr0TM3jI/AAAAAAAAGdo/pUluU6q-PrQ/s1600/nabila%2Bteach%2Bhakeem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TU5Mr0TM3jI/AAAAAAAAGdo/pUluU6q-PrQ/s320/nabila%2Bteach%2Bhakeem1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570474104761146930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TU5MsGtmm1I/AAAAAAAAGdw/FEucJk_HX2U/s320/nabila%2Bteach%2Bhakeem2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570474109703723858" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During this holiday also I am focusing more on Hakeem’s handwriting. I bought some books for him to practice. I am quite worried as he is still has untidy handwriting and sometimes got confused between capital and small letters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nabila too shares the worried. Each time when she looks at Hakeem’s handwriting she would commented and helped it out. She would teach Hakeem the correct way how to write. She would tell the correct way how they learn at school. When come to this, Hakeem would normally cooperate and listen to his sister.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I gave birth to Hakeem, Nabila was 15 months. I still remember that my mak bidan asked Nabila to step on Hakeem’s placenta. This was done so Hakeem tak melawan cakap kakak dia and selalu hormat kakak dia. Mak bidan also asked me to keep their tali pusat together in one bottle so that both of them will be buddies forever.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Either to believe it or not, I still pray that both of them will have a good relationships forever and ever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-9006114166187001670?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/9006114166187001670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=9006114166187001670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/9006114166187001670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/9006114166187001670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-they-are-together.html' title='When They Are Together'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TU5Mr0TM3jI/AAAAAAAAGdo/pUluU6q-PrQ/s72-c/nabila%2Bteach%2Bhakeem1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-7681153722988204665</id><published>2011-02-04T12:01:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T13:07:04.676+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Manusia ni kan.. kekadang jahat sangat… They just cannot stand seeing others happy or better than them. Be it either your relatives, friends or good friends people would do anything to satisfy themselves. I sometimes don’t understand. Why and what do they get out of this?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Are they happy when they see a person who used to be close to their heart suffering? Don’t they feel at least bit of guilty that the person that they were trying to bring down was once helped or had safe them? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my whole thru life, I learned lots thru joy and pain. The painful experienced would always be a lesson to me. How sometimes I trusted a person so much, they betrayed me. How sometimes I being sincere to a person, they lied and being dishonest to me. How sometimes I am generous to a person and they being selfish back to me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is truly unfair when come to think of it but that’s the fact. Though it is very hard and pain for me to endure, I just have to face and swallow it. I always believe that things happen for reasons. No matter how I try avoiding it, it will still happen. And also no matter how people try to stop me from getting it, if it is meant to be for me, it will be mine. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Probably sometimes I just have to learn to be selfish. To be selfish so that people won’t simply take advantage on me, to be selfish to save my dignity. To be cruel so that people know that I know how to protect myself. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not trying to be a hero or to prove myself that I am always right. I am just a normal human being that wants to leave in peace and harmony. As much as other people want to love and protect their family not to be hurt, so am I. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After sometimes I guess I am just tired of talking and fighting. I am tired of regretting and thinking of what happened. I will non-stop pray to Allah the He will protect me and my family.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sesungguhnya Allah itu amat mengetahui apa yang tersirat dan tersurat dihati kita.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-7681153722988204665?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7681153722988204665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=7681153722988204665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7681153722988204665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7681153722988204665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/02/only-allah-knowa.html' title='The Sorrow'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-4118039204535902596</id><published>2011-01-30T10:16:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T09:49:47.402+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God.. I love holidays and I guess everybody love it! My children have a week school break and it means I am off from sending and pick them up to school. No rushing in the morning and I can have my leisure time and do lots of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually I planned to go to Oman visiting hubby. When comes to think of it, one week is such a short trip for us especially for the children who have to endure the time different. So tak jadi ah gi.. Just lepak at home or probably go to the nearby area.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My aunty from Batu Pahat was here a few days ago. So the agenda was cooking and jalan2.. Yesterday we went for kenduri kahwin and today we cooked special meal as I have my nephew and niece around. Meriah rumah ni..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TUZMNtxrqyI/AAAAAAAAGdE/clvK52tMi7o/s320/faizah%2Blcct1.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568221787800185634" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TUZMNyRMAsI/AAAAAAAAGdM/pyFWIyRomvo/s1600/faizah%2Blcct2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TUZMNyRMAsI/AAAAAAAAGdM/pyFWIyRomvo/s320/faizah%2Blcct2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568221789006070466" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night Faizah went back to Australia. We sent her off to the airport. She has safely arrived in Melbourne and currently is waiting for the connecting flight to Tasmania. Take care Faizah and we’ll see you soon..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well.. I have a week to go. I am planning to do something with the kids. Don’t know what but probably something new.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-4118039204535902596?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4118039204535902596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=4118039204535902596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/4118039204535902596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/4118039204535902596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/01/holidays.html' title='Holidays...'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TUZMNtxrqyI/AAAAAAAAGdE/clvK52tMi7o/s72-c/faizah%2Blcct1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-256860676008734222</id><published>2011-01-24T06:19:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T07:00:40.914+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Park Hopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well… here I am with my new activity. Park hopping.. I and my friend started ventured this a week ago. We were looking for an area or park where we can jog safely somewhere in Putrajaya. Yeah.. jogging k.. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are lots of parks here in Putrajaya. It’s just that I and even my friend who live here never been to any of this park. On our first day we went to Botanical Garden. This is a very beautiful park. It’s very green with loads of tall trees. I like this park as it is very huge and the pathway are quite thrill. Memang banyak jalan2 kena panjat bukit..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TTzl91rZGGI/AAAAAAAAGcU/cLGMK03ijgI/s1600/park%2Bhopping5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TTzl91rZGGI/AAAAAAAAGcU/cLGMK03ijgI/s200/park%2Bhopping5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565576090066950242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TTzl-ILmQiI/AAAAAAAAGcc/yOM0wP_YSOo/s200/park%2Bhopping4.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565576095033868834" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TTzonZGPd5I/AAAAAAAAGc8/IsBoA6OXDfU/s200/park%2Bhopping10.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565579002972698514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beside that the scenery is also beautiful. Kalau buat filem Hindustan memang best.. Golek2 ah dari satu bukit ke bukit.. Only one thing that stops us from going here again is because we don’t really feel quite safe. In the morning there are many workers especially bangla duk potong rumput and do some gardening. It was quite scary for us girls actually.. Duk usha2 je kita orang.. hehehehhe…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TTzkRxn502I/AAAAAAAAGb0/evcVIb00jHQ/s1600/park%2Bhopping9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TTzkRxn502I/AAAAAAAAGb0/evcVIb00jHQ/s200/park%2Bhopping9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565574233552704354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TTzkSRPvIjI/AAAAAAAAGb8/LqyC9ovoSIo/s200/park%2Bhopping8.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565574242041274930" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TTzkSvqpNkI/AAAAAAAAGcE/Zi7zGGWIdvI/s200/park%2Bhopping7.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565574250207196738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our second day we went to Putra Perdana Park. This I would recommend to everybody. It’s a nice park with beautiful scenery of the buildings and mosque around the area. Though the pathway is not that thrill as Botanical garden, still I like this place. We feel safe here as the park is quite open and we don’t mind even if one of us were to come here alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TTzm-6osPdI/AAAAAAAAGc0/Mkp60kfqS94/s200/park%2Bhopping1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565577208089296338" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TTzm-BqrfgI/AAAAAAAAGcs/QqDMlZLceyw/s200/park%2Bhopping2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565577192796814850" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TTzl9szLIwI/AAAAAAAAGcM/b3pZrmr0Z0s/s200/park%2Bhopping6.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565576087683670786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since that day, this is our place. We come here at least three days a week after sending kids to school. Again.. I hope our semangat terus kental untuk meneruskan perjuangan ini… Go Go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-256860676008734222?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/256860676008734222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=256860676008734222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/256860676008734222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/256860676008734222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/01/park-hopping.html' title='Park Hopping'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TTzl91rZGGI/AAAAAAAAGcU/cLGMK03ijgI/s72-c/park%2Bhopping5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-7594047830469315681</id><published>2011-01-19T12:13:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T12:26:47.296+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soto Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TTadjl2fjAI/AAAAAAAAGbU/RhBVKqEJ_C0/s1600/brunch%2Bsoto1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TTadjl2fjAI/AAAAAAAAGbU/RhBVKqEJ_C0/s320/brunch%2Bsoto1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563807624444480514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TTadjy0f_sI/AAAAAAAAGbc/6Kx0juAXRM4/s320/brunch%2Bsoto2.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563807627925782210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I cooked soto. Yeah.. anak2 request nak makan macam2 ni.. I made extra and invited my friends – Linda, Rozie for lunch. Nadira is having her mock exam and had no paper for today. We then decided to overnight here at our istana hinggap since yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the morning Nabila, Hakeem had her Fun Run day which they will try to run as many laps they can for charity. Hakeem managed to run five laps. He came back proudly told me that five laps is equal to 2000m. Wow.. Hakeem.. Mommy is so proud of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TTae0bU9f3I/AAAAAAAAGbk/AtR6mh8J-QQ/s320/fun%2Brun1.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563809013188886386" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TTae0v-_dgI/AAAAAAAAGbs/CzL0CzG6SHc/s320/fun%2Brun2.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563809018733884930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This fun run charity was organized by Year 3 which is Nabila’s class. Nabila was acting as the organizer and motivated the participants. Both of them came back sweating and looked very tired. And the soto which is their favorite made their day. Berpinggan tambah..&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow is a public holiday which I only realized it only just now.. Yes! One day break for me and now thinking whether should we go back to Shah Alam today or tomorrow… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-7594047830469315681?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7594047830469315681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=7594047830469315681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7594047830469315681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7594047830469315681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/01/soto-today.html' title='Soto Today'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TTadjl2fjAI/AAAAAAAAGbU/RhBVKqEJ_C0/s72-c/brunch%2Bsoto1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-6418964384065695939</id><published>2011-01-17T05:55:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T06:28:22.566+04:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am sitting here alone missing and thinking of my mom. How now things are so different when I don’t have a mother. Each time when my parents came down to KL, they will sleep over at my house. My mom would bring all the food stocks to fill up my fridge. The foods were always on the table and I would call my brothers to gather around enjoyed my mom’s cook.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mom and I shared the same passion – shopping and jalan2! We would love to go around looking things marching from one place to others. Her favorite spot was Jalan TAR. We could just spent there the whole day wondered around.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The moment that I really felt the lost was during my confinement for Nabila. I was 7 months pregnant when my mom passed away. I cried for weeks thinking of her. She repeatedly told me that she would go to Miri and took care of me when I give birth. Honestly I didn’t know what to do. We were far away from relatives and it’s just me and hubby. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somehow we just learned and managed did it all (in our own way) and I was grateful that I have good Mak Bidan there. Things were so difficult for me. I need somebody to refer to, to ask to but the only guidance that I have is no longer in my life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mom was also a good cook. This is the most things that I miss. Each of us in the family has our favorite food. If all of us balik kampung my mom would cook our favorites’. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I too always have secrets things to share with my mom. Secrets that sometimes we hide from my dad!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mom was also a generous person. She would never forget to buy things for all of us in the family especially me! I always got surprise gifts from my mom not just on special occasion but almost every month.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God.. how I miss my mom so much. Telling all these just made me cried. If I were to lists down, there were so many things.. so many.. endlessly stories about my beloved mom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-6418964384065695939?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6418964384065695939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=6418964384065695939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/6418964384065695939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/6418964384065695939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-youre-gone.html' title='When You&apos;re Gone'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-3300696059756406221</id><published>2011-01-15T16:04:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T16:55:45.228+04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Good Things Happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah.. when something good happen to us, we will be happy. That’s what happens to me today. I started my morning with half hour walk around my house. Yes… after probably 5-6 months not doing any single exercise that could make me sweat, here I am back again.. Anyway this was only my first day after a long break. Too early to predict what’s going to happen next. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But with a full determination, I hope that it will last long.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess the sweat had boost my happy hormones and I was in a good mood in doing almost everything today. I went out did some groceries as Nabila requested Nasi Briyani for lunch. Then in the evening I baked buns. Yes.. sweet buns. This was the very good thing that happened in my life!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have failed a several times making bread or buns. I always want to try again but always hesitate until I saw this &lt;a href="http://cintarina.blogspot.com/2010/12/bunbun-and-more-bun.html"&gt;recipe&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://cintarina.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rina &lt;/a&gt;for the inspiration. You betul2 mencabar I.. Hihihihiihi.. And guess what… YES.. finally my buns menjadi!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TTGW6rDse8I/AAAAAAAAGas/6Lozw02Iapo/s1600/bun2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TTGW6rDse8I/AAAAAAAAGas/6Lozw02Iapo/s320/bun2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562392949514075074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Never in my life am I this excited. I stood in front of the oven for half hour just to see whether the buns going to rise. Earlier while waiting for the dough to rise, I on and off check on it and at the end just sat in front of it. I was so nervous at the beginning. Afraid the buns will fail and keras mcm batu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But thank God.. I did it.. When I took the tray out from the oven I could smell the honey and there - my beautiful gorgeous buns.. My children tetiba like macam tak pernah makan roti.. pulun habis.. The best thing is the buns are still soft even it’s cold. Part ni mmg I salute kat u Rin.. hihihiihihihi..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here I am.. happy, happy and happy.. &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol; mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-3300696059756406221?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3300696059756406221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=3300696059756406221&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3300696059756406221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3300696059756406221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-good-things-happen.html' title='When Good Things Happen'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TTGW6rDse8I/AAAAAAAAGas/6Lozw02Iapo/s72-c/bun2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-8666624006509846823</id><published>2011-01-12T16:14:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T16:20:26.343+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TS2b7rtI6QI/AAAAAAAAGac/qimbv48pUvs/s1600/sick_woman_lying_in_bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TS2b7rtI6QI/AAAAAAAAGac/qimbv48pUvs/s320/sick_woman_lying_in_bed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561272564519069954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate to be sick. I am saying this as currently I am not feeling well – flu, cold and body aching. Nabila had fever after three days school started. She skipped school for two days. I was afraid Hakeem will get it too as he had his birthday party on Sunday. He was fine until Monday afternoon. He came back from school with a very high temperature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got migraine since last night and this morning I woke up with a very heavy head and cold. I wish I could just stay on the bed. I’ve already taken a medicine but I still feel cold and weak. Gosh.. I don’t like it and am fighting it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Both of my little kids had fully recovered and I hope that they won’t catch the fever from me again. I still have to continue my routine and errand as usual. No backup for me! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I need now is a bowl of hot mushroom soup with garlic bread! And also hubby…. S.O.S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-8666624006509846823?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8666624006509846823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=8666624006509846823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8666624006509846823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8666624006509846823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/01/feeling-blue.html' title='Feeling Blue'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TS2b7rtI6QI/AAAAAAAAGac/qimbv48pUvs/s72-c/sick_woman_lying_in_bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-3290130920500258308</id><published>2011-01-11T09:03:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T09:45:54.443+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Karlif Azra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSvl8JWvHZI/AAAAAAAAGaU/lGdmokt-k30/s1600/baby%2Bkarlif1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSvl8JWvHZI/AAAAAAAAGaU/lGdmokt-k30/s320/baby%2Bkarlif1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560790986385202578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSvk8oYur7I/AAAAAAAAGZ8/uICEvIZWYVE/s320/baby%2Bkarlif4.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560789895203434418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday I went to visit my girl friend – Noorul who just gave birth to a cute baby boy – Karlif Azra 3 weeks ago. I went with my other friend, Nadia. We arrived in the morning and were there about couple hours updating all the juicy stories.. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSvk9JAVDnI/AAAAAAAAGaE/-_4YU_BLvQU/s1600/baby%2Bkarlif3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSvk9JAVDnI/AAAAAAAAGaE/-_4YU_BLvQU/s320/baby%2Bkarlif3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560789903959461490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSvl75kOZzI/AAAAAAAAGaM/CrrbHibZwFo/s320/baby%2Bkarlif2.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560790982146811698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The baby Karlif is sooo beautiful and cute. Ishh… bestnye ada baby… The mom pun dah slim.. and sihat.. Noorul has another two weeks to end her confinement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway congratulations Noorul and hope to see u back with us – coffee morning and shopping! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-3290130920500258308?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3290130920500258308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=3290130920500258308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3290130920500258308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3290130920500258308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-karlif-azra.html' title='Baby Karlif Azra'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSvl8JWvHZI/AAAAAAAAGaU/lGdmokt-k30/s72-c/baby%2Bkarlif1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-588082669075031451</id><published>2011-01-09T15:09:00.013+04:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T17:14:08.368+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hakeem's 7th Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmytoy5xsI/AAAAAAAAGZs/x2dubMf42qA/s1600/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmytoy5xsI/AAAAAAAAGZs/x2dubMf42qA/s200/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560171712080365250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmytW4g9HI/AAAAAAAAGZk/i-MSndRXZxo/s200/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty3.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560171707272066162" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmytywDVOI/AAAAAAAAGZ0/rqG7Qq0PhNo/s200/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty1.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560171714752763106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmwmuUlVJI/AAAAAAAAGZE/eSJvGiBMn5Y/s1600/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmwmuUlVJI/AAAAAAAAGZE/eSJvGiBMn5Y/s200/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560169394281469074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmwmbW8oCI/AAAAAAAAGY8/rzRUaEMSsak/s200/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty8.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560169389191110690" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmxYh8HfyI/AAAAAAAAGZM/a05Yv3c-N_g/s200/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty6.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560170249951084322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is Hakeem’s birthday party. It was held at Megakidz, Mid Valley Mall. I never organized any birthday party inviting his classmates. His birthday always falls during school holiday. So this year I decided to do it since this will be his last year with his buddies at the school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmxZJdwR5I/AAAAAAAAGZc/HDm2yCvrgBo/s200/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty4.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560170260561151890" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmwmP5UKCI/AAAAAAAAGY0/rPZjmG8QTkM/s200/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty9.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560169386114033698" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmxYoVt9qI/AAAAAAAAGZU/WiVX24STbDM/s200/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty5.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560170251669075618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmrNzukkDI/AAAAAAAAGW8/9Rhn94C3fAA/s200/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty21.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560163468677779506" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmu28b3K_I/AAAAAAAAGYk/RJsejo-lbAc/s200/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560167473924746226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmtbSW4R4I/AAAAAAAAGX8/vaL_49Av4TA/s200/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty13.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560165899261462402" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The party started at 10.30am. Hakeem the birthday boy woke up early this morning as he was very excited and really looking forward for this party. Most of his friends attended including the cousins. For the first hour the kids were enjoying themselves playing at the play area before they were called to the party room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmuJoXj81I/AAAAAAAAGYE/fcg89tJBZQE/s1600/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmuJoXj81I/AAAAAAAAGYE/fcg89tJBZQE/s200/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty12.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560166695443886930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmuJzKi3eI/AAAAAAAAGYM/cNizfJdtHsM/s200/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty11.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560166698342079970" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmtaxN0aVI/AAAAAAAAGXs/BrLVfAu5IM4/s200/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty15.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560165890365090130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmtbH4IuPI/AAAAAAAAGX0/TjYw6PHXZLo/s200/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty14.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560165896448162034" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmsTIGPRcI/AAAAAAAAGXk/Yy4HsZvBq2Y/s200/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty16.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560164659556730306" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmsS7gTPcI/AAAAAAAAGXc/S7-87BpcTUA/s200/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty17.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560164656176381378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We started with the eating session and follow up by the performance from the magician. The kids loved the show so much that they laughed and participated sportingly. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The party ended at 12.30 and some of the children still continued playing at the play area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmsSpkpMdI/AAAAAAAAGXU/WOE3kRN34Kk/s200/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty18.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560164651362759122" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmrOfa3ZTI/AAAAAAAAGXM/zCDJYNa8jf4/s200/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty19.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560163480406287666" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmrODpqhgI/AAAAAAAAGXE/yDrIR8PnuE4/s200/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty20.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560163472952165890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmqJS_diwI/AAAAAAAAGW0/tsVHWkktlU4/s200/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty22.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560162291659148034" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmqI_oz17I/AAAAAAAAGWs/2BpY0s6gOXU/s200/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty23.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560162286463866802" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmlTVpBFOI/AAAAAAAAGWk/SqJuCFhio78/s200/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty24.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560156966610867426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hakeem is the happiest boy today. He got lots of presents and would be able to spend his time with his friends and cousins. Thank you so much for those who attended and the lovely gifts too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-588082669075031451?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/588082669075031451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=588082669075031451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/588082669075031451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/588082669075031451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/01/hakeems-7th-birthday-party.html' title='Hakeem&apos;s 7th Birthday Party'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSmytoy5xsI/AAAAAAAAGZs/x2dubMf42qA/s72-c/hakeem%2527s%2Bbday%2Bparty2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-3924590193794447815</id><published>2011-01-05T06:32:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T06:38:13.254+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSPY33y1p1I/AAAAAAAAGWc/FV3ceZmQsAQ/s1600/busy%2Bwoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSPY33y1p1I/AAAAAAAAGWc/FV3ceZmQsAQ/s320/busy%2Bwoman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558524819486910290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here I go back to my busy routine. Just like other moms Monday was the first day of my kid’s school for the new term. We were back 5 days before the school started and they had recovered the jet lag very well.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the first day as usual nak bangun pagi agak lembab sikit semua.. Drama in the morning but when they reached school all of them was happy to see their friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One thing that I was worried when I left home for so long was my car. I was afraid that the car couldn’t be started but Alhamdullilah.. I had no problem. Yesterday I went to the petrol station to pump tires as I noticed it was bit flat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While I was busying doing it, there was one car parked beside me. The husband took out the spare tire from the boot and was mumbling something to his wife which I didn’t hear and care at all. After few minutes I could hear their conversation getting louder as it was quite loud and clears (tiada niat nak nyebuk k…).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The husband was scolding his wife for not pumping the tires till it got totally flat. He said “tau bawa keta je.. pam tayar taknak. Nasib baik kau ada laki. Laki kau ni ada” “Ni nasib baik kat rumah kena. Kalau kena kat tgh2 jalan mcm mana? Tak ke nyusahkan org” That made me turned and looked at both of them – just a quick glance. The wife just kept quiet but I could see her face turned red probably malu and bengang kena sound depan orang.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At that point I haven’t finish yet with my car’s tire. I didn’t know what her husband’s motive for saying out loud. Probably wanted to give a lesson and hinted his wife that I as a lady could pump tires by myself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hellooo… if my hubby is around, I would never want to dirty my hand to do all this. Even when he is around tetiba I tak tau nak isi minyak kereta! When I drove off from the petrol station terngiang2 cara dia sound his wife. If my husband were to do like that alamatnya mogok lah I!! But frankly.. memang keji jantan tu! That spoiled my mood on that morning. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway today I received my kids’ last term report and it made my day. Excellent and well done kids. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-3924590193794447815?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3924590193794447815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=3924590193794447815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3924590193794447815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3924590193794447815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-to-routine.html' title='Back To Routine'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSPY33y1p1I/AAAAAAAAGWc/FV3ceZmQsAQ/s72-c/busy%2Bwoman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-5109945295749012374</id><published>2011-01-02T16:18:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:58:46.493+04:00</updated><title type='text'>MAGIKA vs SIVAJI THE BOSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;            &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSBtTprvZeI/AAAAAAAAGV0/fQXja-lVsDs/s320/magika.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557562124549449186" /&gt;              vs           &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSBuKKZufWI/AAAAAAAAGWE/yzmTbMUjxlo/s320/sivajinew.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557563061045198178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perhaps it is not fair for me to compare these two films – the Indian and Malaysian films. But I just cannot help it that I just want to rumble about this. I was by accident happened to watch this box office Tamil film SIVAJI THE BOSS on Astro Fiesta channel. The first time I watched it was already half of the story and I repeated it again the next day from the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Frankly I didn’t know that this movie hit the cinema all over the world until I did some research. It was released in 2007. The story was about a software engineer who returns to India to invest all his money in service for his country – (building a free medical college and free hospital) but he encounters several obstacles from politicians. This is a typical Indian movie or film where there is always one person in the country trying doing his good deeds. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The hero of the film is Rajnikant. If the name is so unfamiliar to you, please Google. Rajnikant is a superstar of South Indian Tamil cinema. He has more than 50,000 fan clubs. His movies are awaited eagerly and released with festivities and gala fair. He is a typical aging superstar of India – dancing and fighting! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Almost three hours watching the movie, I totally enjoyed it. The movie was so entertaining that even my kids enjoyed it. Despite the so k****g and unrealistic actions like flicking coins, bouncing chewing gum around, and swapping guns from hand to hand whilst flying through the air plus the sound effects &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- who cares? That are the trademarks of Hindi movies.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Come on.. not even one in the movies that we watch even Hollywood blockbusters are that ‘real’. In the film or movie, it is suppose to be dramatic, exaggerative and sometimes bullshit. As for me, I want to have an unstressed moments and takyah pening2 kepala to enjoy the film.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night as exciting I was, watching Sivaji The Boss, I was also eager to watch Magika film. It was shown on Astro Box Office channel. This is a musical, fantasy, adventure film by the three brothers, KRU. It was released in 2010. The film was about two siblings lost in another dimension called Magika. They had to endure various types of challenges and obstacles in the Magika world. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There were famous heroes and myths like Badang, Dragon of Tasik Cini, Nenek Kebayan, Puteri Bunian, Pak Pandir and lots more. The irony of it, all these characters actually sing in their conversation with each other! Bab ni yang tak tahan…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not all the actors and actress in this film is actually a singer. Sadly the heroin, Diana Danniel sungguh sumbang suaranya. Even my kids curiously wondered why do they have to sing in order to talk to each other? Ok.. excuse me here, this is a musical film and I have to understand that! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But it is a boring musical film. I was half way dozed off while watching it. It’s not like The Camp Rock or High School Musical that made all the teenagers jumped. This film also featured all the famous celebrities in Malaysia but still….. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway one thing that undeniable is the beautiful lush green area that shown in this film. This film is far better than Cicakman or Duyung. Though this film didn’t really entertain me but knowing the fact every new film by KRU will always has something new elements, I don’t mind going for it. Hey.. I am still one of those yang menyokong industry filem melayu!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This film has also won a few categories in recent Malaysian Film Festival. The MAGIKA film collection was RM3M which was not bad. BUT… surprise surprise.. SIVAJI THE BOSS was RM8M – this was only in Malaysia.Within its first 2 weeks the film already collected more than USD 25 million in India. In UK too it raked above – Pirates of the Caribbean 3, Oceans' 13 etc.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I took this from one of Indian’s film critics – “In India we do not require – Superman, Batman, Spiderman – we have our Rajniman.” In Malaysia too we do not require Angelina Jolie, Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, Jennifer Anniston and more because there is always one trying hard to be like them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will end up with the catch-line spoken by Sivaji – &lt;b&gt;Cool&lt;/b&gt;…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;I am not associated with any of the film mentioned above. This is just my opinions and I don’t get any single cents (which I wish…) from writing this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-5109945295749012374?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5109945295749012374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=5109945295749012374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/5109945295749012374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/5109945295749012374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/01/magika-vs-sivaji-boss.html' title='MAGIKA vs SIVAJI THE BOSS'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TSBtTprvZeI/AAAAAAAAGV0/fQXja-lVsDs/s72-c/magika.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-4269238822901489007</id><published>2010-12-31T20:19:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:19:00.670+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TR14gmcvJkI/AAAAAAAAGVs/Yt4AHq2eNMA/s1600/happy-new-year-2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TR14gmcvJkI/AAAAAAAAGVs/Yt4AHq2eNMA/s320/happy-new-year-2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556730016717284930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sayonara 2010 and Welcome 2011. Happy New Year to everybody. For the past one year of 2010, lots of incidents happened. Sad or happy it is all kept in the diary of 2010. Nevertheless I have a wonderful year last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There were moments that I would want to treasure and keep it playing over and over again in my mind. There were also moments that I would just prefer to bury it deep down that I never want to remember at all. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am looking forward with more exciting for the new year of 2011. No resolutions except wishes and prayers. I wish and pray to Allah to continue giving me happiness in my life and also a good excellent health. I pray that my family will always be blessed and protected by Him. I pray that all my children will succeed in their study.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope that the year of 2011 promise me and my family joyous and prosperous. Happy New Year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-4269238822901489007?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4269238822901489007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=4269238822901489007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/4269238822901489007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/4269238822901489007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-2011.html' title='Happy New Year 2011'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TR14gmcvJkI/AAAAAAAAGVs/Yt4AHq2eNMA/s72-c/happy-new-year-2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-677272034033168646</id><published>2010-12-29T11:06:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T15:26:02.239+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 7th Birthday - Hakeem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRsaDnRioiI/AAAAAAAAGVk/_9YbwgjlSdg/s1600/hakeem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRsaDnRioiI/AAAAAAAAGVk/_9YbwgjlSdg/s320/hakeem.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556063214676124194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;t was Hakeem's birthday yesterday but we were on the plane for the half day. My poor baby. We woke up in the morning wishing him and no celebration! &lt;/span&gt;We left Muscat in the morning and safely arrived last night. Happy to be home and at the same time sad leaving hubby behind. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;To my son Izzul Hakeem,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Happy 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish you lots and lots of happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As each and every day goes by&lt;br /&gt;Remember I love you lots&lt;br /&gt;I want the very best for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No matter how many birthdays come and go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You’ll always be my little boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That I love to cuddle every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-677272034033168646?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/677272034033168646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=677272034033168646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/677272034033168646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/677272034033168646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-7th-birthday-hakeem.html' title='Happy 7th Birthday - Hakeem'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRsaDnRioiI/AAAAAAAAGVk/_9YbwgjlSdg/s72-c/hakeem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-7423518242637430333</id><published>2010-12-27T18:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T23:21:12.444+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happy Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQXeQYc0xzI/AAAAAAAAGPg/7VAkxS3d_Xs/s1600/harmout%2Bbriyani3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQXeQYc0xzI/AAAAAAAAGPg/7VAkxS3d_Xs/s200/harmout%2Bbriyani3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550086488826627890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQXePjxrl3I/AAAAAAAAGPQ/w15Kmf_e3ek/s200/harmout%2Bbriyani1.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550086474687027058" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQXeQJeIEVI/AAAAAAAAGPY/1n3IcPVHG10/s200/harmout%2Bbriyani2.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550086484805554514" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah.. this is a happy ending for my eating marathon. When I came here one of my plans was to eat briyani – the arab briyani. They are so super deliciously yummy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQXY9xfLYnI/AAAAAAAAGOg/MFEZBcA51Ao/s1600/bin%2Bateeq-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQXY9xfLYnI/AAAAAAAAGOg/MFEZBcA51Ao/s320/bin%2Bateeq-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550080671571731058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQXY-R_PimI/AAAAAAAAGOo/R2qdgQUDVu0/s320/bin%2Bateeq-2.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550080680296155746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQXbBgdivlI/AAAAAAAAGPI/VjujH2DyXuQ/s1600/bin%2Bateeq-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQXbBgdivlI/AAAAAAAAGPI/VjujH2DyXuQ/s320/bin%2Bateeq-4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550082934744202834" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQXZd_ey-CI/AAAAAAAAGO4/kM-qrleblV8/s320/bin%2Bateeq-5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550081225084041250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had briyanis from India, Arab, Yemen and Mandi rice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQXVPSGe3YI/AAAAAAAAGN4/xZCB8H66KAM/s320/arab%2Bworld-2.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550076574337785218" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQXXri2QLTI/AAAAAAAAGOY/CpY_nBuiK44/s320/arab%2Bworld-3.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550079258892709170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQXVO91XANI/AAAAAAAAGNw/3vc8M8_X5zA/s1600/arab%2Bworld-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQXVO91XANI/AAAAAAAAGNw/3vc8M8_X5zA/s320/arab%2Bworld-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550076568897257682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQXVQB4ck-I/AAAAAAAAGOI/0x4vfIOWOLk/s320/arab%2Bworld-4.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550076587163816930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was the climax when we had our favourite Yemen briyani – mandi rice. The beef was so tender and juicy. The bread was super yummy. Huh.. cakap pun tak guna ah.. kena rasa dulu.. hehehehhe…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRh967ydBlI/AAAAAAAAGU0/-LQw0lzR_HE/s1600/mawalleh5.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRh_OQzjHLI/AAAAAAAAGVM/UfOBKNn5dps/s1600/mawalleh2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRh_OQzjHLI/AAAAAAAAGVM/UfOBKNn5dps/s200/mawalleh2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555330023367580850" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRh_ON6LJMI/AAAAAAAAGVE/2kiayl_3niA/s1600/mawalleh3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRh_ON6LJMI/AAAAAAAAGVE/2kiayl_3niA/s200/mawalleh3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555330022590063810" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRh_O_ZDBaI/AAAAAAAAGVU/ATD31u8yIgk/s1600/mawalleh1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRh_O_ZDBaI/AAAAAAAAGVU/ATD31u8yIgk/s200/mawalleh1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555330035872892322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRh97KP2WOI/AAAAAAAAGU8/bS9AQTnTbPU/s1600/mawalleh4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRh97KP2WOI/AAAAAAAAGU8/bS9AQTnTbPU/s200/mawalleh4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555328595678091490" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRh967ydBlI/AAAAAAAAGU0/-LQw0lzR_HE/s1600/mawalleh5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRh967ydBlI/AAAAAAAAGU0/-LQw0lzR_HE/s200/mawalleh5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555328591796700754" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRh96VkwM1I/AAAAAAAAGUs/lRf0lhlTeA4/s200/mawalleh6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555328581538689874" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also almost every night we will have shawarma. Hakeem was the one insist to have it every night – termasuk ah kita orang.. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Till now tak sampai lagi tahap kejemuan…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight is my last night here. We planned to go out to have our last kopek shawarma at the usual place but had to cancel it as we got dinner invitation from our friend. We still tapau the shawarma bringing it to the place. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will be going back to Malaysia tomorrow morning. Three weeks I was here, I really had a god time. It was totally my leisure time. Though everyday my daily routine woke in the morning cooking, washing clothes but I was not under pressure as I had nothing to rush. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life is so wonderful here that I wish I could stay longer. BUT.. I have to go back to reality.. responsibilities are waiting for me.. Warghhhh… We are so sad to leave hubby here alone but hope that this will just be a short while. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pray that we will have a safe journey and arrive safely. Sayonara Oman and I’ll be back soon. The happy ending is not that so happy after all… &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-7423518242637430333?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7423518242637430333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=7423518242637430333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7423518242637430333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7423518242637430333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-ending.html' title='The Happy Ending'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQXeQYc0xzI/AAAAAAAAGPg/7VAkxS3d_Xs/s72-c/harmout%2Bbriyani3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-3690949498484737899</id><published>2010-12-26T18:13:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T19:04:53.303+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Warm Invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRdTcpLLKjI/AAAAAAAAGUk/rgRzWZEej2U/s1600/mattrah1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRdTcpLLKjI/AAAAAAAAGUk/rgRzWZEej2U/s320/mattrah1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555000416938961458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRdTcf6-bEI/AAAAAAAAGUc/iJfasSUbcRY/s320/mattrah2.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555000414455098434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Friday evening we went to Mattrah – the famous souq in Muscat. The place never changes, always bustling with tourists and locals. I always come here those days bringing relatives who came to Oman or to get souvenirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were here to go to a tailor shop making ‘dishdash’ – Omani jubah. It’s for my bro. I got his measurement ala-ala cina tailor duk ukur baju tu. Mostly, I could say all the tailor man here are Indian. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You could never find local Arabs working as tailors. I always say that if the authority were to do Ops bersih India (like in Malaysia with its Ops and Ops…) sure the Omani will no longer wearing this jubah! Dah takde org nak buat lagi…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway.. in the tailor shop, I was having quite a difficult time to get the man to understand the measurement. He got all the measurements but he didn’t feel confident enough like ada je something tak kena. While I was talking to the tailor man, there were two Omani man walking in to the shop. One of them just had the same body size as my bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He was kind enough to let the tailor man get his measurements. Both of them were very helpful and kind to us. On the way out , one of the man invited us to have lunch at his house on the next day. We declined nicely as of course tak kenal and segan lah kan… He exchanged phone number with hubby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRdSVd6iPEI/AAAAAAAAGUU/xeRGnbulddY/s1600/lunch-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRdSVd6iPEI/AAAAAAAAGUU/xeRGnbulddY/s320/lunch-4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554999194145668162" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After two hours, hubby received a call from the man – Mr Ammar insisted us to come over to his house. Yesterday we went over to his house located at Seeb which is about half hour drive from our home. We were received with a warm welcome from the whole family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRdPqhEjkdI/AAAAAAAAGUE/DiliNvU5wZE/s1600/lunch-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRdPqhEjkdI/AAAAAAAAGUE/DiliNvU5wZE/s200/lunch-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554996257235374546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRdPqLYK5DI/AAAAAAAAGT8/ErlqwnHT2ko/s200/lunch-2.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554996251412063282" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRdPp1R0qhI/AAAAAAAAGT0/Uc578UCcb94/s200/lunch-3.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554996245479860754" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The food was so good. We were non stop eating. Actually we had no idea why they were so kind to invite us, the strangers they never knew. Local people here are very nice to tourist especially we Malaysian Muslims. They look up high and respect our country and our ex PM Tun Mahathir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRdORTjZyUI/AAAAAAAAGTs/AzaOa8_cEAo/s1600/lunch-6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRdORTjZyUI/AAAAAAAAGTs/AzaOa8_cEAo/s200/lunch-6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554994724598303042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRdORWcmR0I/AAAAAAAAGTk/bx2sntwlOcg/s200/lunch-7.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554994725375067970" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRdOQyGDj8I/AAAAAAAAGTc/ROqU3pMZoy0/s200/lunch-8.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554994715616841666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Setelah di edisi siasat, the man is actually a supreme judge at the NIzwa High Court. Huh… he looked so decent and very humble. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He has a big family with beautiful daughters and wife. Though I don’t talk much as they don’t really speak English but I felt like part of the family.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They were so nice and generous to all of us. Semoga Allah murahkan rezeki mereka. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-3690949498484737899?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3690949498484737899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=3690949498484737899&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3690949498484737899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3690949498484737899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2010/12/warm-invitation.html' title='The Warm Invitation'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRdTcpLLKjI/AAAAAAAAGUk/rgRzWZEej2U/s72-c/mattrah1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-3204599446808789469</id><published>2010-12-24T14:07:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T15:11:31.182+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy in Tavola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Diissss.. is my favorite place here in Muscat. &lt;a href="http://www.tavola.ae/"&gt;TAVOLA &lt;/a&gt;is a shop where it sells exclusive kitchen ware and table ware. It also has a HUGE selection of baking supplies – this is my favorite section. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRRx3vC0IMI/AAAAAAAAGTI/WsYtjlUJHBI/s1600/tavola-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRRx3vC0IMI/AAAAAAAAGTI/WsYtjlUJHBI/s320/tavola-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554189442789679298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRRx3ximSnI/AAAAAAAAGTQ/toYbkBXBebw/s320/tavola-1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554189443459861106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was here last time, my focus was mostly on kitchen and table ware. I just love all the kinds of plates, cake trays, pots and those entire weird modern advance things they have in here. I slowly bought bit by bit all the things I aimed for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After two years settled down in Malaysia, some of the things that I bought especially table ware – tersangat ah sayang nak guna.. now are just for display at home. Some are so expensive that I couldn’t bear if one of us especially my maid were to break it! So last2 beli nengok je lah.. hihihihihi… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I already made quite enormous amount collections of table ware. Some were still in the boxes and some were still packed in the bubble wrap – means new and unused. I keep telling myself to stop having the uncontrollable desire of buying tableware. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So dengan penuh keinsafan dan kesedaran yang cukup tinggi, eventually I be able to overcome this desire! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;AND now currently my new favorite thingy things are the baking supplies. OMG.. this is so irrepressible of me.. tak tahan betul godaan.. Wherever I go I always want to buy something unique for my baking department even though it is just a cupcake cups or liners. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRRxc-CDJVI/AAAAAAAAGTA/gXNzat8N_yg/s1600/tavola-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRRxc-CDJVI/AAAAAAAAGTA/gXNzat8N_yg/s320/tavola-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554188982956533074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRRxcTeSFcI/AAAAAAAAGS4/73VTTzPB6uU/s320/tavola-4.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554188971532228034" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week I went to Tavola purchased the cheese cake mini pan and pattern cookie pan. I just can’t wait to experiment it.. Teruja sungguh.. I went again a few days back and bought 10 sets of candy mold! Gosh.. I never try making candy before but I know it’s easy as I’ve got the recipe book for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In this shop it has a big range of Wilton products. I can just go crazy seeing all these. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kalau masuk sini kena breath slowly and keep telling myself to chill as this is not going to be my last trip here. I will not be going here again until my next visit or else balik Malaysia papa kedana.. hahahahahha…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But… anybody who loves baking can just go crazy once step in to this shop!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-3204599446808789469?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3204599446808789469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=3204599446808789469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3204599446808789469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3204599446808789469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2010/12/crazy-in-tavola.html' title='Crazy in Tavola'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRRx3vC0IMI/AAAAAAAAGTI/WsYtjlUJHBI/s72-c/tavola-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-929137411688070544</id><published>2010-12-23T17:34:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T18:43:30.577+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Got the Skills..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jeng jeng jeng… I am very grateful and lucky that my driving license here in Oman is still valid. Taraaaa….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRNULQ6BzGI/AAAAAAAAGSQ/9vt312_4K80/s1600/driving%2Blicence%2Boman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRNULQ6BzGI/AAAAAAAAGSQ/9vt312_4K80/s320/driving%2Blicence%2Boman.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553875317971602530" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For Malaysian, getting a driving license in GCC country is a dread. To me it was one of my &lt;a href="http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-hard-it-is-to-get-driving-license.html"&gt;nightmares &lt;/a&gt;living in Oman! So kira whoever has a driving license from any GCC country kira hebat lah…. It is not because of the left hand drive but to get the license here, aduh… mcm nak gi perang rasanya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway here I am back again on the road. Hubby just got himself a new car – my dream car tu…. And he left me with the rental car that I can use while he goes to work. At first, it was a bit awkward as I have to keep telling myself to keep to the right.. keep to the right. After a while I gained the confident and panjang ah langkah… hihihihihi..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRNcxKeipKI/AAAAAAAAGSw/dh2DirV5QXA/s1600/driving%2Bin%2Boman2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRNcxKeipKI/AAAAAAAAGSw/dh2DirV5QXA/s320/driving%2Bin%2Boman2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553884765173752994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRNcw2s8M4I/AAAAAAAAGSo/WwnEyIY8kcg/s320/driving%2Bin%2Boman1.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553884759865439106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before Hakeem had his circumcision, we went out almost every day. Actually there are not many malls or places to go but it was just the urged of going out somewhere to kill the time. Past few days I just went out alone, did some groceries and window shopping.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes hubby left his car and merasa ah me’rempit’.. hahahahha.. but I would still prefer the rental car as I don’t have to hear his long Dos and DONTs before I could touch the wheel! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-929137411688070544?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/929137411688070544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=929137411688070544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/929137411688070544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/929137411688070544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2010/12/still-got-skills.html' title='Still Got the Skills..'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TRNULQ6BzGI/AAAAAAAAGSQ/9vt312_4K80/s72-c/driving%2Blicence%2Boman.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-2308684247158706638</id><published>2010-12-18T10:40:00.009+04:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T14:44:32.178+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hakeem is a MAN now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On last Wednesday evening we went to Muscat Private Hosiptal brought Hakeem to see a doctor. We managed to get the following day, Thursday morning for Hakeem’s circumcision. I already planned month before to do this in here, Muscat. Reason is I want hubby to be around.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hakeem more or less already knows what’s going to happen when he has to go thru the circumcision. I mean the idea of how it all works. He seems to be looking forward as his daddy always giving the idea of how great man you are going to be once you circumcised. Hahahahahaha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQxerJkveXI/AAAAAAAAGR4/i-gkcvf4EuI/s1600/hakeem%2Bsunat-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQxerJkveXI/AAAAAAAAGR4/i-gkcvf4EuI/s200/hakeem%2Bsunat-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551916536038390130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQxeq3xQy1I/AAAAAAAAGRo/x7tmigmnY2g/s200/hakeem%2Bsunat-3.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551916531259067218" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQxjx18ArqI/AAAAAAAAGSA/pMfROI_46FU/s200/hakeem%2Bsunat-2.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551922148584500898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We arrived as early as 7 am to register and got a room. After about 40minutes waited, which at that time Hakem was very jovial, happy and talkative the doctors came to pay a visit. Hakeem has to change to his cute costume. He was still happy at that time. This are pictures before he was pushed to the operation theater. Happy kan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQxdnDnRw2I/AAAAAAAAGRY/0veTAV5bgGs/s1600/hakeem%2Bsunat-5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQxdnDnRw2I/AAAAAAAAGRY/0veTAV5bgGs/s200/hakeem%2Bsunat-5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551915366207308642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQxdnBKWAuI/AAAAAAAAGRQ/EWP0L9SWhgs/s200/hakeem%2Bsunat-6.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551915365549081314" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQxdnXZZeAI/AAAAAAAAGRg/aZ9JjDTGMds/s200/hakeem%2Bsunat-4.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551915371517802498" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQxcNfVq35I/AAAAAAAAGRI/j-EmBzH0tK8/s1600/hakeem%2Bsunat-7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQxcNfVq35I/AAAAAAAAGRI/j-EmBzH0tK8/s200/hakeem%2Bsunat-7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551913827461422994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQxcNV-_WWI/AAAAAAAAGRA/pyTpx0Rtyjs/s200/hakeem%2Bsunat-8.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551913824950376802" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQxcNIgPRSI/AAAAAAAAGQ4/he8gnhnV84c/s200/hakeem%2Bsunat-9.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551913821331735842" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was allowed to follow him to the OT. I, doctor and Hakeem played like a game – blow a balloon. Each of us took turn to blow thru a mask which will make the balloon bigger. When it came to Hakeem’s turn, the doctor turned on the gas which was supposed to make him unconscious. Aduhai… bagai nak luruh jantungku seeing my son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When Hakeem felt the gas he was struggling trying pushing the mask away. He was still talking and shouting “it suffocates me.. I can’t breathe”. We had to hold him and after 5 seconds he closed his eyes but his hands and feet still kicking the air. The doctor said Hakeem must be a very active boy which he is! After 5 seconds the gas had totally knocked him off. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The doctor asked me to wait outside while they performed the surgery. A few times I checked with the doctor about Hakeem just to make sure he was fine and fully unconscious. I was very worried. After half an hour waited in the room with hubby, Deea and Nabila I was called again as Hakeem has awaked and done with his circumcision.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I walked in to the recovery room all I could here was his voice. Hakeem was crying non-stop. He looked so scared looking at his ‘bird’ which was bandaged and bloods too. It took me 10minutes to calm him down. After he was brought down to the room, he was a bit settled as hubby and his sisters were there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQxbYIj02xI/AAAAAAAAGQw/tUWWRfIDRj8/s1600/hakeem%2Bsunat-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQxbYIj02xI/AAAAAAAAGQw/tUWWRfIDRj8/s200/hakeem%2Bsunat-10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551912910813715218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQxbYPnPrgI/AAAAAAAAGQo/lq-TDedDxIw/s200/hakeem%2Bsunat-11.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551912912707104258" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQxbX2svkDI/AAAAAAAAGQg/X8JS0vwQm3s/s200/hakeem%2Bsunat-12.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551912906019278898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He was supposed to be tired and sleep after the operation but after a while Hakeem back to himself. Talking and talking.. hehehhehe.. I was relieved to see him back to normal. Hakeem and all of us just couldn’t wait to go back home but he has to pass urine – his first one before he can be discharged.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Huh.. this was the toughest part as Hakeem was very scared and not confident at all to do that. It took us 15minutes to bring him to stand in front of the toilet bowl and another 5 minutes to make him do his job. Today is his third day and he is getting better now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQxYbcZAdII/AAAAAAAAGQY/CHM5mGq4R1s/s200/hakeem%2Bsunat-13.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551909669141771394" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQxYbMntq8I/AAAAAAAAGQQ/6EMW4_8Dd6k/s200/hakeem%2Bsunat-14.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551909664908487618" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQxYa0Ys7tI/AAAAAAAAGQI/n6u4Ra-AaYw/s200/hakeem%2Bsunat-15.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551909658403073746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He had already passed urines a few times with full confidents. At night time I have to put a small plastic table on top of him and covered it with thin cloth. This to make sure the cloth won’t touch his ‘bird’. Kalau dolu2 org gantung kain.. but here with the limited things we have and I definitely will not going to hack the ceiling – cara ni je lah. As during the day time, I just let him to wear shirt and bawah tu togel je lah.. hahahahahha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQxX11A5RYI/AAAAAAAAGQA/pMXcZrqatAk/s1600/hakeem%2Bsunat-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQxX11A5RYI/AAAAAAAAGQA/pMXcZrqatAk/s200/hakeem%2Bsunat-16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551909022916494722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQxX1lIj41I/AAAAAAAAGP4/16QrWgj950c/s200/hakeem%2Bsunat-17.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551909018653680466" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQxX1gxnACI/AAAAAAAAGPw/0tAWfD33Rxo/s200/hakeem%2Bsunat-18.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551909017483673634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are lucky as the weather here now is cooling and dry. So the healing and recovery process is faster. I hope that Hakeem will have a speedy recovery as Mommy dah boring ni duk rumah… Nak jalan2 ah pulak… &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-2308684247158706638?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2308684247158706638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=2308684247158706638&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/2308684247158706638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/2308684247158706638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2010/12/hakeem-is-man-now.html' title='Hakeem is a MAN now!'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQxerJkveXI/AAAAAAAAGR4/i-gkcvf4EuI/s72-c/hakeem%2Bsunat-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-657203107941061178</id><published>2010-12-17T10:57:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T11:29:07.448+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 21 Dearest Faizah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQsQSdi2UeI/AAAAAAAAGPo/pxstgC-icnI/s1600/faizah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQsQSdi2UeI/AAAAAAAAGPo/pxstgC-icnI/s320/faizah.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551548875018752482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is our eldest beloved Faizah 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; birthday. Wow… you are 21 years old now!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;On this special day&lt;br /&gt;My lovely daughter Faizah&lt;br /&gt;Mommy wish a very happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side by side&lt;br /&gt;Or miles apart&lt;br /&gt;You are always close to my heart&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;I always pray and wish&lt;br /&gt;you will success in whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday pretty! &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-657203107941061178?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/657203107941061178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=657203107941061178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/657203107941061178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/657203107941061178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2010/12/sweet-21-dearest-faizah.html' title='Sweet 21 Dearest Faizah'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQsQSdi2UeI/AAAAAAAAGPo/pxstgC-icnI/s72-c/faizah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-7121644000850246660</id><published>2010-12-13T11:22:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T13:05:07.837+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chef On The Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is exactly a week I am in Muscat. Hubby started working yesterday and during the day time we just stay at home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the past few days we had either briyani or mandi rice for lunch. Yesterday my tekak dah mula kembang duk bantai briyani je.. hehehhehe.. Where else at night, we must have shawarma though sometimes we already had our meal at home (ni tak jemu lagi…..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My hubby’s crib is just a small apartment with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom.. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. There is one super single bed in a room and sofa bed in the living room. It is just nice for us now except if I have all my children here..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQXJ8da0-SI/AAAAAAAAGMw/pm1eL5QpWgY/s1600/living%2Broom%2Bhubby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQXJ8da0-SI/AAAAAAAAGMw/pm1eL5QpWgY/s320/living%2Broom%2Bhubby.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550064156330490146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the first day I arrived, hubby left us at home for rest while he went to work. In the afternoon all of us were hungry and mmg nampak Maggie mee je ah.. When I opened the cupboard, hubby just have one bowl, 3 sets of spoon/fork (nasib baik..) and one mug!! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So you could imagine the rest… We had to take turn until each of us finish using the bowl to eat Maggie! Hahahahahha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At night we went out to buy stuffs like plates, comforter and things for me to cook. Hubby actually waited for me to arrive to buy all these. Beside that I also brought one box of food stocks that are not available here. Thru my experience… I brought (which I wished that I could bring more) like lesung batu, sardines, tempoyak, belacan, ikan bilis, udang kering, rempah kari, spices and more and also petai!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’ve cooked masak lemak cili api sardine with petai.. power bau!! Yesterday I cooked sambal tumis ayam which cili boh I brought from Malaysia. Today I cooked mee kari. No yellow mee but I used spaghetti instead – overcooked the spaghetti and you’ll get exactly like yellow mee which I think healthier with no chemical and smell. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I need now is to buy a blender. My right arm rasanya dah naik muscle duk menumbuk je hari2.. hehehehhe.. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well.. My children actually couldn’t last long having the local foods wherever we go.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Still tekak nak makan sambal.. or anything we used to eat. I remembered when we were in London, we could only last three days eating fish &amp;amp; chips. After that cari nasi or anything spicy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I, always bring like sambal tumis ikan bilis, rendang and even small rice cooker wherever we travel. Ha…. Anak ramai masing2 nak makan mcm kat rumah.. At first semua complain berat nak bawa.. but when come to eat lupa lak.. hehehehhe..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To me, insyaaalah.. I can still survive and make do with whatever I have around me to lay good food on the table. Hmm… now what should I cook next? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-7121644000850246660?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7121644000850246660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=7121644000850246660&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7121644000850246660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7121644000850246660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2010/12/chef-on-run.html' title='Chef On The Run'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQXJ8da0-SI/AAAAAAAAGMw/pm1eL5QpWgY/s72-c/living%2Broom%2Bhubby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-847772214664133929</id><published>2010-12-10T11:09:00.023+04:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T19:00:57.417+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenangan Lama...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night was the only time that we were be able to visit and go to our favorite spot selling the best shawarma in town. Hakeem especially every night was asking when we are going to the place. When are we going to meet his best buddy – Yahya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hakeem was 9 months when we first arrived in Muscat last six years. He couldn’t even walk and talk (still pelat). Every time when we went to this restaurant, Yahya was the one who took care of Hakeem. Hakeem was his favorite one. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He would carried Hakeem, played with him and put him at the counter when we had our meal. Memang manja betul Hakeem with Yahya. During our four years stay there Hakeem was very close to Yahya. When we were to leave Muscat for good, Yahya was the one that felt so sad and cried.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQHiCx8qSTI/AAAAAAAAGMo/2pkhiD77K70/s1600/yahya%2B-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQHiCx8qSTI/AAAAAAAAGMo/2pkhiD77K70/s320/yahya%2B-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548964753292544306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQHiCmeGbxI/AAAAAAAAGMg/cg7yALnIAU4/s320/yahya%2B-2.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548964750211575570" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now today after almost four years left him, we came back to see him. Hubby who was here two months ago informed him that we were coming. Yahya was very excited to see us last night. Huh.. macam jejak kasih..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQHe605Jv3I/AAAAAAAAGMY/RkVfLuD8n9A/s1600/yahya%2B-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQHe605Jv3I/AAAAAAAAGMY/RkVfLuD8n9A/s320/yahya%2B-3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548961318109298546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQHe6vdWi8I/AAAAAAAAGMQ/pQI8AzjUS98/s320/yahya%2B-4.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548961316650519490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQHWDn4sh-I/AAAAAAAAGMI/BMhYARNm20g/s1600/yahya%2B-5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQHWDn4sh-I/AAAAAAAAGMI/BMhYARNm20g/s320/yahya%2B-5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548951573631895522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQHWDcd8pXI/AAAAAAAAGMA/xPycduPfSGs/s320/yahya%2B-6.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548951570566915442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yahya held and kissed Hakeem and Nabila, nasib baik tak kiss Deea sama!! Hahahahahha.. We too were pleased to see him. Yahya didn’t change much. The person that we know, friendly guy with smile on his face and always trying to speak bahasa melayu with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQHUsSekJ-I/AAAAAAAAGL4/qsLOImBHW8w/s1600/yahya%2B-7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQHUsSekJ-I/AAAAAAAAGL4/qsLOImBHW8w/s320/yahya%2B-7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548950073236531170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQHUsXpQ88I/AAAAAAAAGLw/s7KaAIbOHPA/s320/yahya%2B-8.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548950074623587266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So last night we pukul habis-habisan.. shawarma for each of us and the grilled chicken wings – the best!! Surprisingly Hakeem and Nabila love shawarma so much. They never want to eat this ever before  but now if possible they want shawarma for breakfast, lunch and dinner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway last night will not be the only visit as we will surely repeat it again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-847772214664133929?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/847772214664133929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=847772214664133929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/847772214664133929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/847772214664133929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2010/12/kenangan-lama.html' title='Kenangan Lama...'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQHiCx8qSTI/AAAAAAAAGMo/2pkhiD77K70/s72-c/yahya%2B-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-1813161759468434787</id><published>2010-12-09T14:50:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:28:49.101+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Together Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQC5Fxbx3MI/AAAAAAAAGLo/sjSlLOgDOHc/s1600/dinner1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQC5Fxbx3MI/AAAAAAAAGLo/sjSlLOgDOHc/s320/dinner1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548638249740786882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQC5Fid47tI/AAAAAAAAGLg/tMmKm2AIUGI/s320/dinner2.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548638245723107026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On my second night here, I met our old friends that we knew during our stay here last time. We met at the place that we used to hang out – Al Maha the place that sells shawarma. The only shawarma prepared toasted. Kira lain dari yang lain ah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lyn and family were already there when we arrived and followed by Rohaya and family. The weather was so windy and chilling. I was not prepared with the proper attire so agak kesejukan ah… &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We spent there for couple of hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQC4siB1N_I/AAAAAAAAGLY/GJ0X4n4cUrw/s1600/dinner3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQC4siB1N_I/AAAAAAAAGLY/GJ0X4n4cUrw/s320/dinner3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548637816108693490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQC1pKO72mI/AAAAAAAAGKw/Y8k2iV424XA/s1600/dinner8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQC1pKO72mI/AAAAAAAAGKw/Y8k2iV424XA/s320/dinner8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548634459646712418" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the following night, Lyn invited us to her house for bar-b-q session. Last time we used to gather like this. We did it as our weekly activity. So when I sat down with them eating and talking, it reminds me lots of some friends that were not there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQC30wfW8oI/AAAAAAAAGLI/3ahIaKdNSfE/s1600/dinner5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQC30wfW8oI/AAAAAAAAGLI/3ahIaKdNSfE/s320/dinner5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548636857917960834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQC4sQyTAWI/AAAAAAAAGLQ/s8p3s9ik8f8/s320/dinner4.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548637811480133986" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQC1pUzp6vI/AAAAAAAAGK4/XCQsQdJibmg/s1600/dinner7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQC1pUzp6vI/AAAAAAAAGK4/XCQsQdJibmg/s320/dinner7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548634462485080818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQC30rpf9zI/AAAAAAAAGLA/Fatq0f1Pn5A/s320/dinner6.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548636856618317618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It started with a small group of Malaysian family and we were very close to each other. Now I heard that there are already many Malaysian here which is around 700.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway the food was so good. Thank you so much to Lyn and Rohaya. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-1813161759468434787?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1813161759468434787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=1813161759468434787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1813161759468434787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1813161759468434787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2010/12/get-together-session.html' title='Get Together Session'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TQC5Fxbx3MI/AAAAAAAAGLo/sjSlLOgDOHc/s72-c/dinner1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-864898154534459719</id><published>2010-12-08T07:58:00.009+04:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T15:15:26.441+04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Muscat,Oman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have safely arrived in Muscat, Oman two days ago. We arrived at 9.30am Oman time. The weather is very nice, 20 deg celcius – cool and windy. Hubby fetched us and brought us to his home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After almost four years since I left Muscat, when I was on my way leaving the airport, nothing much has changed though. I could see familiar buildings and landmarks along the journey. One thing that has really changed is the roads – it has new highway and many flyovers! There are also many cars nowadays.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TP8L3vXom9I/AAAAAAAAGKo/mY3j-PwAOh4/s1600/arrive%2Bin%2Boman%2B-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TP8L3vXom9I/AAAAAAAAGKo/mY3j-PwAOh4/s200/arrive%2Bin%2Boman%2B-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548166318180047826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TP8L3D7w6yI/AAAAAAAAGKg/ioH67sMUaKA/s200/arrive%2Bin%2Boman%2B-2.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548166306520427298" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TP8L2mRXm_I/AAAAAAAAGKY/tY47mfCKInM/s200/arrive%2Bin%2Boman%2B-3.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548166298557979634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On our first day we just stayed at home – the tiny cute apartment of hubby. At night we wanted to go out but Hakeem had dozed off so hubby just tapau shawarma for us. Hmmm.. our favorite shawarma from the favorite spot.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday we went out early in the morning to have breakfast. We went to the Al Hooti Restaurant, place that I used to hang out with friends for coffee morning! I wanted to eat poori but it was not ready yet. Huh… frust…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TP8JpNBlxOI/AAAAAAAAGKQ/ynCQGcRgUXM/s1600/arrive%2Bin%2Boman%2B-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TP8JpNBlxOI/AAAAAAAAGKQ/ynCQGcRgUXM/s200/arrive%2Bin%2Boman%2B-4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548163869419357410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TP8JopmQqrI/AAAAAAAAGKI/Z2hmpCRKAxo/s200/arrive%2Bin%2Boman%2B-5.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548163859909487282" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TP8JoG24MYI/AAAAAAAAGKA/ydsrwAgywkQ/s200/arrive%2Bin%2Boman%2B-6.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548163850583945602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Later on we went around the town and headed to MCC (Muscat City Centre) the biggest mall here. Gosh… it was like a film played on our mind seeing these familiar places. Nabila and Hakeem were very small when they arrived here last time, still remembered a few places and very excited talking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were talking about the places and spots we use to go and plan to visit again during our stay here. In the afternoon we had lunch at Queen Restaurant. This restaurant served delicious briyani with fried king fish. Huh… memang sedap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TP8IC_lujzI/AAAAAAAAGJ4/FrsUtBws1wI/s1600/arrive%2Bin%2Boman%2B-7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TP8IC_lujzI/AAAAAAAAGJ4/FrsUtBws1wI/s200/arrive%2Bin%2Boman%2B-7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548162113466175282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TP8ICeWHigI/AAAAAAAAGJw/g1pFWpz97hc/s200/arrive%2Bin%2Boman%2B-8.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548162104542333442" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TP8IBy15PhI/AAAAAAAAGJo/fDc8kQZUWf4/s200/arrive%2Bin%2Boman%2B-9.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548162092864454162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway.. today is our third day here and it’s a long weekend for hubby as they have holiday for Awal Muharam and Sultan’s birthday. We have long lists of places to go and to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-864898154534459719?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/864898154534459719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=864898154534459719&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/864898154534459719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/864898154534459719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-muscatoman.html' title='In Muscat,Oman'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TP8L3vXom9I/AAAAAAAAGKo/mY3j-PwAOh4/s72-c/arrive%2Bin%2Boman%2B-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-8000519171727477359</id><published>2010-12-05T21:47:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T21:47:00.580+04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPuKYvnAJII/AAAAAAAAGJI/nGAg2RilSYA/s1600/Oman-Air-online.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPuKYvnAJII/AAAAAAAAGJI/nGAg2RilSYA/s320/Oman-Air-online.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547179523738444930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In a few hours time I’ll be going to KLIA airport. I and my children will be going to Muscat, Oman visiting hubby. I’ve been packing up stuffs since last night. Gosh.. there are so many things that I want to bring &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.At the end bertimbun bagasiku..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This holiday will really be a time off for me which I really need one. I hope the journey will be smooth and we arrive safely.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Till then chill everybody and I will be back soon with more updates from there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-8000519171727477359?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8000519171727477359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=8000519171727477359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8000519171727477359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8000519171727477359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2010/12/break.html' title='A Break'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPuKYvnAJII/AAAAAAAAGJI/nGAg2RilSYA/s72-c/Oman-Air-online.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-5733072814448477971</id><published>2010-12-04T15:21:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T15:28:53.746+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPt2HoBAPBI/AAAAAAAAGJA/EqyA1KRiEac/s1600/estima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPt2HoBAPBI/AAAAAAAAGJA/EqyA1KRiEac/s320/estima.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547157239409687570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At last.. our final car that needed to be sold finally has being SOLD. It was quite tough to find buyer that meet our price. We didn’t gain much either thru this sales. I’ve used the car less than a year. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we first decided to buy this car, the intention was to have a bigger and spacious space that can fit all of us in the family. I love the car very much. The children love it too as it was very comfy especially if we drive long distance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well.. now reluctantly and sadly I had to let it go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-5733072814448477971?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5733072814448477971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=5733072814448477971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/5733072814448477971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/5733072814448477971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2010/12/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPt2HoBAPBI/AAAAAAAAGJA/EqyA1KRiEac/s72-c/estima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-2631698527902704986</id><published>2010-12-02T18:21:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T19:06:57.723+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Guest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My bro who recently got married came to my house three days ago. I was so busy in and out from the house and no time to entertain them. They too actually were busy with their activities. Only yesterday I was able to go out with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPj-9M8tGPI/AAAAAAAAGIo/j4BY5Vb_LTU/s320/outing%2Bboy%252Cucu-2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546463268508080370" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPj-8rf7xII/AAAAAAAAGIg/hmHRueJJL30/s320/outing%2Bboy%252Cucu-1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546463259529036930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the morning we accompanied our Aunty who as usual every time when come to KL, wajib gi Jakel.. After a few hours there I treated them lunch at Restoran Insaf. The famous nasi briyani with delicious mango juice.Later on it was my sister in-law’s turn went to Habib Jewels. Kat Kedah takda Habib Jewels no… So borong sakan ah.. hihihihihi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPkGeVFKDII/AAAAAAAAGIw/Xub3vWn4fcc/s1600/outing%2Bboy%252Cucu-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPkGeVFKDII/AAAAAAAAGIw/Xub3vWn4fcc/s320/outing%2Bboy%252Cucu-3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546471534208093314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPkGe69buqI/AAAAAAAAGI4/T8Hf6BM008o/s320/outing%2Bboy%252Cucu-4.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546471544376244898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am so happy to see my youngest brother, Boy with his wife. I have never seeing him at all with any girlfriends. So it was kind of awkward to me at first when seeing him holding hands and lovey-dovey with his wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Huh.. this is my little brother who I sometimes forgot that he is actually 31years old who is old enough to have his own life. Eight years ago when our mom died, he was quite insecure. He always came to me with his problems and sadness. I couldn’t stand hearing and seeing him being hurt.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank God that he is now settling down very well. I am very happy for him. I am so relieve that he is now has somebody to take care of his well being. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe if my mom is still around, she would be proud as much as me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-2631698527902704986?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2631698527902704986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=2631698527902704986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/2631698527902704986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/2631698527902704986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2010/12/special-guest.html' title='Special Guest'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPj-9M8tGPI/AAAAAAAAGIo/j4BY5Vb_LTU/s72-c/outing%2Bboy%252Cucu-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-8572495781743271785</id><published>2010-12-01T16:24:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T17:15:21.657+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rezeki....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here I am bragging again about my kek lapis! My favorite topic ni.. :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would normally got bulk orders during festive seasons. Where else on the other normal days, Alhamdullilah orders are still continue coming in. Six weeks ago I got a proposal from one government agency. They wanted to have my kek lapis or cupcakes for their company function. At first the order was 1000 pieces.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I definitely will not do cupcakes. I couldn’t imagine myself doing cupcakes that lot of amount. If it is just cuppies ok.. but if with the topping designing here and there… mau tense and all the tempias kena at the whole people in the family!! Hehehehehe…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPY_aIJssrI/AAAAAAAAGIQ/zdn904wiHC4/s1600/MIDA%2Bkek%2Blapis%2Border-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPY_aIJssrI/AAAAAAAAGIQ/zdn904wiHC4/s320/MIDA%2Bkek%2Blapis%2Border-2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545689709250654898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPY_aYYUU2I/AAAAAAAAGIY/3S_TIXUBaRk/s320/MIDA%2Bkek%2Blapis%2Border-1.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545689713606939490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I proposed to them my &lt;a href="http://mami-baking.blogspot.com/2010/12/door-gift-order-from-mida.html"&gt;kek lapis&lt;/a&gt; and after tasted the samples they like it. I got the order just two weeks before my bro’s wedding. At first I wanted to decline it as I am afraid I just couldn’t find time to do all these. Gosh there were so many things came at one time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I always believe in “kiasu”. Allah gave me this and if I decline I am afraid rezeki susah nak datang lagi. After some brainstorming (alone with my own brain!!) I decided to go for it. I started baking all the cakes every day before my bro’s wedding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPY_CsLecLI/AAAAAAAAGII/dt9XBsgS1aQ/s1600/MIDA%2Bkek%2Blapis%2Border-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPY_CsLecLI/AAAAAAAAGII/dt9XBsgS1aQ/s320/MIDA%2Bkek%2Blapis%2Border-3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545689306604925106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPY_CZy4ieI/AAAAAAAAGIA/OUKxLRixqwc/s320/MIDA%2Bkek%2Blapis%2Border-4.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545689301669939682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After came back from Kedah I cut all the cakes into pieces and packed it all nicely in the box. The amount had been reduced to 700 (quite a relieve though, takut tak terkejar ni). And today syukur alhamdullilah all the cakes had been delivered safely. Seriously today I felt part of my heavy chest has been cleared. Hahahahhaa… &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My previous bulks door gift order was from my cousin Dhaniah for her wedding day. Tu pun kalut habis.. I don’t have any helper except my maid. I wanted to do for my bro’s wedding too but I just couldn’t as I don’t have time and energy left.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway I am so thankful for the trust and regular customers who always come back again to me after their first order. Their satisfaction is my gratification. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-8572495781743271785?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8572495781743271785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=8572495781743271785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8572495781743271785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8572495781743271785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2010/12/rezeki.html' title='Rezeki....'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPY_aIJssrI/AAAAAAAAGIQ/zdn904wiHC4/s72-c/MIDA%2Bkek%2Blapis%2Border-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-6973014142789811545</id><published>2010-11-30T16:33:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T17:16:01.500+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPT2FpMZkUI/AAAAAAAAGH4/MXIrz24NkyU/s1600/bff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPT2FpMZkUI/AAAAAAAAGH4/MXIrz24NkyU/s320/bff.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545327618017562946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday I met my friend. My best friend that I knew since I was 18 years old. Gosh.. there were lots of things to catch up. The last time I met her was about few months back. I don’t have many ‘best’ friends left in my list. It’s either I’ve been deleted by them or the other way round.. hihihihihi..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s not that we have fight or fallen apart but it’s just probably once we move on.. life changes .. new circle.. new surroundings.. The friends that used to be in touch just got distance day by day. Frankly I am not a good person to always in contact with friends. I don’t go to any reunions. I don’t have FB &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;yet &lt;/span&gt;and sometimes I don’t remember my friends’ name anymore – especially zaman sekolah2.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I might probably recognize them once see their face but couldn't remember the name. Huh.. that’s the awful part of me!! Sometimes I feel regret and ashamed not to remember their names but they know and remember me!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I treasure friendship so much. I adore all my friends. I still have a “few” schoolmate friends who I still contact. Also a few friends during masa kerja dolu2.. Then also people that I started knowing when I followed hubby working from one place to others. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don’t have many friends.. but I am fine with that! I think it’s better if I have only a few friends – quality friends rather than to have many friends that only be my friends when they only need me!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm… I might sound so pathetic but that’s the truth. I’ve been backstabbed so many times by friends, cheated by friends, used by friends and I guess that is why now I am quite selective in choosing friends. Sounds like good good.. tapi lebih baik beringat sebelum kena.. hihihihihi..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Some people come into our lives and quickly go.  Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-6973014142789811545?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6973014142789811545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=6973014142789811545&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/6973014142789811545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/6973014142789811545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2010/11/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPT2FpMZkUI/AAAAAAAAGH4/MXIrz24NkyU/s72-c/bff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-2135722059938127983</id><published>2010-11-27T21:02:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T21:33:22.039+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 16th Birthday - Nadira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPE5-EZYoZI/AAAAAAAAGHw/QwuHQnMxqS0/s1600/nadira.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPE5-EZYoZI/AAAAAAAAGHw/QwuHQnMxqS0/s320/nadira.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544276354764677522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "&gt;To my lovely daughter - Nadira&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "&gt;Have a very happy birthday&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "&gt;Today you may well have grown up&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "&gt;But in my heart you’ll always be my little girl&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "&gt;I might sometimes be over protective&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "&gt;Telling you not to do this and that&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "&gt;All I do and did is just to ensure&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "&gt;That you will not be hurt&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "&gt;I sometimes screamed and yelled at you &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "&gt;I sometimes ignored and neglected you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "&gt;We sometimes had our little fight&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "&gt;We sometimes not talking to each other&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But trust me my daughter&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "&gt;My love towards you never got less even a bit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy birthday Nadira. Mommy always pray that you will success in your life and future undertakings. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-2135722059938127983?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2135722059938127983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=2135722059938127983&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/2135722059938127983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/2135722059938127983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-16th-birthday-nadira.html' title='Happy 16th Birthday - Nadira'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPE5-EZYoZI/AAAAAAAAGHw/QwuHQnMxqS0/s72-c/nadira.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-57102044587274512</id><published>2010-11-27T17:21:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T21:02:21.824+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nabila's 8th Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPE3TCkGjkI/AAAAAAAAGHo/djHSI2-36OE/s1600/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPE3TCkGjkI/AAAAAAAAGHo/djHSI2-36OE/s320/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544273416515128898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As planned, today is Nabila’s birthday party. It was held at the Jungle Gym, BSC. The party started at 10.30am. Many of her friends turned up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPE25o1UTKI/AAAAAAAAGHQ/BjA6cfsV_Tw/s200/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-4.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544272980111281314" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPE26WnXKbI/AAAAAAAAGHg/ke4QIjkcFgY/s200/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-1.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544272992400779698" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPE26NUy06I/AAAAAAAAGHY/BD0dPgSUDTU/s200/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-3.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544272989906981794" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPE2LFZb9rI/AAAAAAAAGHA/mLbAklHnVco/s1600/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPE2LFZb9rI/AAAAAAAAGHA/mLbAklHnVco/s200/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544272180325119666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPE2Lv2U2pI/AAAAAAAAGHI/MtRKi24WOTs/s200/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-5.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544272191720577682" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPE2K17RdOI/AAAAAAAAGG4/rgFpyoy6OYs/s200/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-7.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544272176172070114" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The party started with the cake cutting and eating snacks. There were 33 kids and I could see that they really had a good time. After that we had a magic show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPE0YWShs-I/AAAAAAAAGGg/Wfz-4lqMGb0/s1600/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPE0YWShs-I/AAAAAAAAGGg/Wfz-4lqMGb0/s200/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544270209174582242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPE0YpnX5OI/AAAAAAAAGGo/6XO1Cje54_4/s200/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-9.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544270214362293474" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPE02rNoAJI/AAAAAAAAGGw/qqjboDohLhA/s200/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-8.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544270730187243666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEzkePWVgI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/ROG3jv-wfDM/s1600/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEzkePWVgI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/ROG3jv-wfDM/s200/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-12.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544269317955540482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEyw5b0TJI/AAAAAAAAGFw/BgG0d582baw/s200/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-16.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544268431902395538" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEyxAvg7SI/AAAAAAAAGF4/wOH8UJKuWiw/s200/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-15.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544268433864060194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was everybody’s favorite and it was quite entertaining. The children loved it. The party ended at 12.30 noon but there were still a few who stayed to continue playing at the play area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEyENChxdI/AAAAAAAAGFY/vPERtnWjwV0/s200/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-19.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544267664070919634" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEyE-5_FCI/AAAAAAAAGFg/W3jk82hOI_w/s200/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-18.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544267677456864290" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEyFrifK_I/AAAAAAAAGFo/1VrMjAVxdJw/s200/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-17.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544267689437899762" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nabila, the birthday girl today was very excited and happy. Sadly her dad and sisters wouldn’t be able to join the party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEyxYS5cmI/AAAAAAAAGGA/Mq4edwlkbgc/s200/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-14.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544268440186483298" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPE0YPSVFbI/AAAAAAAAGGY/H4DL7izzH3I/s200/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-11.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544270207294707122" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEzkOrKeAI/AAAAAAAAGGI/MHPqkC1CCFQ/s200/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-13.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544269313777235970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPExNHS239I/AAAAAAAAGFQ/SegFj38vuxs/s1600/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPExNHS239I/AAAAAAAAGFQ/SegFj38vuxs/s200/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-20.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544266717635993554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPExMttLq1I/AAAAAAAAGFI/dgUJop_FDFY/s200/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-21.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544266710767086418" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPExMSZVL6I/AAAAAAAAGFA/pyk8e_QCFh4/s200/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-22.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544266703436066722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nabila got lots of presents. Thank you so much to all who came. You made Nabila’s party more colorful and Nabila really had a great time today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-57102044587274512?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/57102044587274512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=57102044587274512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/57102044587274512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/57102044587274512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2010/11/nabilas-8th-birthday-party.html' title='Nabila&apos;s 8th Birthday Party'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPE3TCkGjkI/AAAAAAAAGHo/djHSI2-36OE/s72-c/nabila%2Bbday%2Bparty-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-7206393091981440344</id><published>2010-11-26T19:47:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T20:20:24.470+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Voyage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today my four girls will be going to Korea for their holiday. At first it was just Faizah as she already bought the ticket months before. She planned to go with her friend. A week ago we decided to let her sisters to tag along too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEueyw837I/AAAAAAAAGE4/L00VFLVYi2Y/s1600/girls%2Bto%2Bkorea-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEueyw837I/AAAAAAAAGE4/L00VFLVYi2Y/s320/girls%2Bto%2Bkorea-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544263722827833266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEuepEgloI/AAAAAAAAGEw/HUfaCkH-5GI/s320/girls%2Bto%2Bkorea-2.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544263720225511042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPErqYPPTnI/AAAAAAAAGEo/nXrEJE9Z0Es/s1600/girls%2Bto%2Bkorea-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPErqYPPTnI/AAAAAAAAGEo/nXrEJE9Z0Es/s320/girls%2Bto%2Bkorea-3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544260623330659954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPErqPO2DHI/AAAAAAAAGEg/Pue6N0IAz3w/s320/girls%2Bto%2Bkorea-4.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544260620913085554" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They will be in Seoul for a week. Huh… jeles mommy!! All of them were very excited since back few days. Last night they packed up their things and just couldn’t sleep to wait for the morning. After breakfast I send them to LCCT airport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEp9XlldrI/AAAAAAAAGEY/tP3ZkVQUF7w/s320/girls%2Bto%2Bkorea-5.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544258750550210226" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEp9Ptv8FI/AAAAAAAAGEQ/kotlJeYMy_I/s320/girls%2Bto%2Bkorea-6.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544258748436967506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Their flight was at 13:55pm. I left them at the airport and then headed to KLIA to send hubby back to Oman. Hubby’s flight was suppose to be at 14:40 but delayed to 16:45. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEpFk8ipgI/AAAAAAAAGEA/k2rES_dQvy0/s1600/girls%2Bto%2Bkorea-8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEpFk8ipgI/AAAAAAAAGEA/k2rES_dQvy0/s320/girls%2Bto%2Bkorea-8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544257792063481346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEpFnhm2HI/AAAAAAAAGEI/dA-R93__rGM/s320/girls%2Bto%2Bkorea-7.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544257792755816562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I pray that my girls have a safe journey and arrive safely. This is their first time on holiday without us around. Well.. this is a first test for them.. If they pass and everything goes smooth… maybe we can arrange again like this.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Girls.. please do take care of yourself there and remember all the DOs and DONTs that mommy and ayah rules out to all of you. I bet all of you will enjoy your time there and don’t forget to buy me and adik2 something!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for my dearest hubby.. I will see you again in a week time.. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-7206393091981440344?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7206393091981440344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=7206393091981440344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7206393091981440344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7206393091981440344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2010/11/bon-voyage.html' title='Bon Voyage'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEueyw837I/AAAAAAAAGE4/L00VFLVYi2Y/s72-c/girls%2Bto%2Bkorea-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-4073238745732499366</id><published>2010-11-25T19:33:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T19:47:20.568+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Makan Besar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today all my children are here. Faizah, Nurul and Iman come back for their holiday. Meriah sungguh rumah.. Tonight also we have our ‘makan besar’.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEnilWTkWI/AAAAAAAAGDw/VsguGNu21Ow/s1600/nazri%2Bdinner-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEnilWTkWI/AAAAAAAAGDw/VsguGNu21Ow/s320/nazri%2Bdinner-2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544256091364495714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEni4CBa9I/AAAAAAAAGD4/1wv-O4Zu1bI/s320/nazri%2Bdinner-1.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544256096379694034" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nazri my brother in-law came with his wife to treat us dinner.. Huh.. bukan senang ni nak makan belanja dia.. hehhehehehe.. My brother Amil was invited too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEm53eHe7I/AAAAAAAAGDg/jKxPazOXsu0/s1600/nazri%2Bdinner-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEm53eHe7I/AAAAAAAAGDg/jKxPazOXsu0/s320/nazri%2Bdinner-4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544255391854459826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEm6AcmC5I/AAAAAAAAGDo/Xii37PgEJEg/s320/nazri%2Bdinner-3.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544255394263993234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to Restoran Tasik Shah Alam. The food was good and all licin habis…&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanks Nazri and next time belanja lagi k… &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-4073238745732499366?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4073238745732499366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=4073238745732499366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/4073238745732499366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/4073238745732499366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2010/11/makan-besar.html' title='Makan Besar...'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SY4-CAMBqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/LboMdxp9Bjg/S220/IMG_0860.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEnilWTkWI/AAAAAAAAGDw/VsguGNu21Ow/s72-c/nazri%2Bdinner-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-7047368803715361533</id><published>2010-11-21T17:36:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T18:43:27.767+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Pengantin Baru - Nadmin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is the kenduri at our side. All of us woke up as early in the morning. We all dressed up beautifully in RED! The pelamin and khemah were all being set up since last night. We started with marhabban in the morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPESfUIqlXI/AAAAAAAAGC4/xJE_KmAvX-E/s1600/boy%2527s%2Bkenduri-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPESfUIqlXI/AAAAAAAAGC4/xJE_KmAvX-E/s200/boy%2527s%2Bkenduri-2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544232945460090226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPESfulVdJI/AAAAAAAAGDA/rc1_D1DH9PA/s200/boy%2527s%2Bkenduri-1.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544232952559662226" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEWaxiEmhI/AAAAAAAAGDI/7x7_VGy4ctE/s200/boy%2527s%2Bkenduri-4.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544237265498446354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guests started coming as early as 12pm. Our concept of kenduri besides the norm nasi minyak, we had stalls providing ais kacang, teh tarik, cucur udang, char kuetiaw and roasted lamb. The cucur udang and the tarik are the one best in town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPESfPqSq4I/AAAAAAAAGCw/ZCScpiWI4xg/s200/boy%2527s%2Bkenduri-3.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544232944258952066" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEWbPW2zeI/AAAAAAAAGDQ/aQi8-qzaauY/s200/boy%2527s%2Bkenduri-5.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544237273504468450" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEWbYaAgmI/AAAAAAAAGDY/9c9lJe86g1w/s200/boy%2527s%2Bkenduri-6.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544237275933606498" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEQ3iFHjUI/AAAAAAAAGCg/JeP5IAFwCp0/s1600/boy%2527s%2Bkenduri-8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEQ3iFHjUI/AAAAAAAAGCg/JeP5IAFwCp0/s200/boy%2527s%2Bkenduri-8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544231162496912706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEQ4PbgEYI/AAAAAAAAGCo/JLTbZ_XAEOQ/s200/boy%2527s%2Bkenduri-7.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544231174670389634" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPEQ3aiZwMI/AAAAAAAAGCY/CIzp7Dn9vdg/s200/boy%2527s%2Bkenduri-9.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544231160472256706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The moment stalls opened people started queuing up. Huh.. mcm pasar ramadhan ah pulak!! My bro, Amil was in charge for char kuetiaw stall. The tukang goreng was non-stop preparing char kuetiaw and I guessed he stood up there for more than two hours. Even after kenduri people requested for some more char kuetiaw and he himself had to prepare it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPENICUKYPI/AAAAAAAAGCA/4YiIOkL3nAc/s1600/boy%2527s%2Bkenduri-12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPENICUKYPI/AAAAAAAAGCA/4YiIOkL3nAc/s200/boy%2527s%2Bkenduri-12.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544227047981342962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPENIAgedMI/AAAAAAAAGCI/hXBv7Tn8ygo/s200/boy%2527s%2Bkenduri-11.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544227047496119490" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/TPENIh03GsI/AAAAAAAAGCQ/YrghVoBkdiU/s200/boy%2527s%2Bkenduri-10.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544227056439990978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The pengantin arrived as scheduled. Nabila and Lyana were the flower girls and all the boys held the bunga manggar escorting the pengantin. All of them looked so gorgeous. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {pare
