<?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-8835673323122201792</id><updated>2012-02-06T16:50:20.707+08:00</updated><category term='Contest'/><category term='Internet'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Pregnant'/><category term='Places'/><category term='Language'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Lose Weight'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Intoduction'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Lifestyle'/><category term='Culture'/><category term='History'/><category term='Women'/><category term='Products'/><category term='Video'/><category term='Jokes'/><category term='Health'/><category term='News'/><category term='My Picture'/><title type='text'>Zezebel Lair</title><subtitle type='html'>Once a Princess, now a Queen and a mother to be.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>246</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-8612562186137883911</id><published>2012-01-26T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T07:27:16.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contest'/><title type='text'>Pengalaman Kena denda di Sekolah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pengalaman Kena denda di Sekolah&lt;/b&gt; (my experience being punished in school). I know many of you are naughty during your school days and had been punished (di denda) by your school teacher. I am not a &lt;b&gt;"naughty girl"&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;"budak nakal"&lt;/b&gt; during school days but I also had some experience &lt;b&gt;"di denda cikgu"&lt;/b&gt; (punish by teacher) because of my wrong doing during school days. Before I tell you my story, I think I need to tell you a little bit about my school. During my primary school, I went to SK Tagaroh in Kota Marudu until 1993. In 1994, I started my secondary school at SMK Kota Marudu until 1998. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="denda di sekolah" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qGkBwFqT2Ps/TyFMxDx1p8I/AAAAAAAABI8/zudLkKtF6SQ/s1600/Pengalaman+Kena+denda+di+Sekolah.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To be honest, I don't have many experience being fined in school but I always remember the incident in 1993 when I was year 6 at SK Tagaroh. All happened because of a student who is a farm boy with a tanned skin. I don't know what happened to me during those days, I followed my friends calling him "Gobuk" (monkey) in class. We make fun of him until he cries. Someone reported the incident to &lt;b&gt;"cikgu disiplin"&lt;/b&gt; (disciplinary teacher), whom also related to my mom and she asked me and my friends to meet her. I still remember all &lt;b&gt;"10 naughty girlfiends"&lt;/b&gt; of mine name until these days. All of us go to the disciplinary teacher room and were given lecture about our wrong doing. After that, we were punished and everyone get beaten on their hand with cane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YY1xUKCRj8o/TyFNJ56-ihI/AAAAAAAABJM/bZPJs1StrRw/s1600/smk+kota+marudu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="342" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YY1xUKCRj8o/TyFNJ56-ihI/AAAAAAAABJM/bZPJs1StrRw/s640/smk+kota+marudu.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When its my turn, the teacher twisted my ears and said to me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"kau aa Bel, sudahlah kau ketua kelas, kau ikut-ikut lagi mengejek orang. Saya report nanti ko sama mama kau".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Bel, you're the class monitor, why do you make fun of other people. Don't make me report this to your mother)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After that, all of us need to say sorry to him in-front of class and each of us shake hands with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SUXl9DrlQcw/TyFM8W0YfuI/AAAAAAAABJE/Rk1fZmLfrbM/s1600/aksi+budak+nakal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SUXl9DrlQcw/TyFM8W0YfuI/AAAAAAAABJE/Rk1fZmLfrbM/s400/aksi+budak+nakal.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Gambar Budak Nakal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound like a boring story, right? But this story doesn't end just like that. That boy bear a grudge with me and asked me to fight with him after school hour. I was so frightened and ran back home as fast as I can but he pursued me from behind. After I reached home, I told my dad, a boy want to fight with me and followed me home. When my dad came out from the house, that boy already runaway after hearing my dad shouting &lt;b&gt;"budak nakal!"&lt;/b&gt;. 3 days later, his parent came to my house and meet my dad. They were talking happily and I was shivering in my room. Afraid my dad know what really happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That is my story on &lt;b&gt;"Pengalaman di denda di Sekolah"&lt;/b&gt;. From the bottom of my heart, I want to say sorry to that tanned boy. I don't know what happened to him today but wish he has a wonderful life. &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 younger generation out there, teacher punish us to teach not because they hate us. Please don't do any &lt;b&gt;"aksi panas"&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;"aksi nakal"&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;"langgar disiplin"&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;"melawan guru"&lt;/b&gt;. One day you will regret it and it will be hard to take it back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;b&gt;Pengalaman kena denda di Sekolah&lt;/b&gt; contest organize by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ahmadfaizal.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;AhmadFaizal.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://earncent.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;Earncent.com&lt;/a&gt; and sponsored by &lt;a href="http://www.azmanisma.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;Azmanisma&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://contengconteng.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;Contengconteng.com&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lelakiacai.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;LelakiAcai.com&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ohbuku.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;Ohbuku&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://abrablog.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;Abrablog.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://panduantnx.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;PanduanTNX.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-8612562186137883911?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/8612562186137883911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2012/01/pengalaman-kena-denda-di-sekolah.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8612562186137883911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8612562186137883911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2012/01/pengalaman-kena-denda-di-sekolah.html' title='Pengalaman Kena denda di Sekolah'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qGkBwFqT2Ps/TyFMxDx1p8I/AAAAAAAABI8/zudLkKtF6SQ/s72-c/Pengalaman+Kena+denda+di+Sekolah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-2871277710572410783</id><published>2011-12-22T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T15:17:10.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>The Tagged and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few days ago, I registered to one of the well known social network called Tagged. You must be wondering now what is the connection between the Tagged and I, right? Actually, there isn't any connection hehe, I just want to test just how easy I can get friends from there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Du5x1YLdiI8/TvLQ1_bllpI/AAAAAAAABIE/7RSOJbmvAQI/s1600/My+profile+on+Tagged.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Du5x1YLdiI8/TvLQ1_bllpI/AAAAAAAABIE/7RSOJbmvAQI/s640/My+profile+on+Tagged.jpg" width="640" /&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;The picture above is my profile on Tagged and you can see there just how honest the info that I give. I even mention my real age and status, but the result is so amazingly surprising. In just one day, almost 200 peoples viewing my profile and almost 100 have added me as their friend, and from all of them, only one woman, the rest are men, hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GYNirbhFpvE/TvLSIp1rVTI/AAAAAAAABIQ/HOBe9CkMZmw/s1600/Almost+100+friends+in+just+one+day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GYNirbhFpvE/TvLSIp1rVTI/AAAAAAAABIQ/HOBe9CkMZmw/s640/Almost+100+friends+in+just+one+day.jpg" width="640" /&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 also got almost 100 messages in just one day, all had been asking how to contact me, my email or my phone number. Some even said 'the not so nice' words but I just ignored it all. Some keep pushing me to chat or reply their messages (like I have time for that).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WdBUQCozN40/TvLUFm_dTtI/AAAAAAAABIc/HscE6e_gEP0/s1600/80+messages+in+inbox.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WdBUQCozN40/TvLUFm_dTtI/AAAAAAAABIc/HscE6e_gEP0/s640/80+messages+in+inbox.jpg" width="640" /&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;Some are brave enough to leave comment on my wall. I am sure you all know that everyone can see the comments on my wall, unlike the messages which is more private.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zSwQak-rCKs/TvLU5Sp9KiI/AAAAAAAABIo/FcVpB_1qTeE/s1600/The+comments+on+my+profile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zSwQak-rCKs/TvLU5Sp9KiI/AAAAAAAABIo/FcVpB_1qTeE/s640/The+comments+on+my+profile.jpg" width="640" /&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 can imagine just what you have been wondering now, hehe. You must be thinking what's with all that, right? Actually, I just want to show you how easy I can get friends from social network. That's what I get from telling my real status and age. Just imagine what will I get if I put the fake info and picture like my previous post ' &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/11/noorazlina-abdul-aziz.html"&gt;Noorazlina Abdul Aziz&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;Just put much younger age and sexy and pretty picture and I can imagine how easy and how many men will fall to her trap, right? and oh, did I mention that I didn't add anyone yet? They are the one who added me first, hehehe. &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/8835673323122201792-2871277710572410783?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/2871277710572410783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/12/tagged-and-i.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/2871277710572410783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/2871277710572410783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/12/tagged-and-i.html' title='The Tagged and I'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Du5x1YLdiI8/TvLQ1_bllpI/AAAAAAAABIE/7RSOJbmvAQI/s72-c/My+profile+on+Tagged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-2312537893373553832</id><published>2011-12-07T07:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T07:12:03.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>WW : 6 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYdi-6xaVeo/Tt6g5DA4KlI/AAAAAAAABHk/e3nEv7A9-HU/s1600/6+months+pregnant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYdi-6xaVeo/Tt6g5DA4KlI/AAAAAAAABHk/e3nEv7A9-HU/s320/6+months+pregnant.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-2312537893373553832?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/2312537893373553832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/12/ww-6-months.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/2312537893373553832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/2312537893373553832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/12/ww-6-months.html' title='WW : 6 Months'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYdi-6xaVeo/Tt6g5DA4KlI/AAAAAAAABHk/e3nEv7A9-HU/s72-c/6+months+pregnant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-7656793247293572447</id><published>2011-11-30T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T12:33:17.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Products'/><title type='text'>WW : Kurung Cotton For Kids Code ZZB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0A4N5AjKx0/TtWx0Gs1TmI/AAAAAAAABHU/UbL7Xm149Ic/s1600/Kurung+Cotton+For+Kids+Code+ZZB.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0A4N5AjKx0/TtWx0Gs1TmI/AAAAAAAABHU/UbL7Xm149Ic/s400/Kurung+Cotton+For+Kids+Code+ZZB.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-7656793247293572447?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/7656793247293572447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/11/ww-kurung-cotton-for-kids-code-zzb.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/7656793247293572447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/7656793247293572447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/11/ww-kurung-cotton-for-kids-code-zzb.html' title='WW : Kurung Cotton For Kids Code ZZB'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0A4N5AjKx0/TtWx0Gs1TmI/AAAAAAAABHU/UbL7Xm149Ic/s72-c/Kurung+Cotton+For+Kids+Code+ZZB.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-6267684038114649801</id><published>2011-11-29T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T11:13:31.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Noorazlina Abdul Aziz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noorazlina Abdul Aziz&lt;/b&gt;, well, personally, I don't have any connection with that name and I don't even know whether that name is her real name or not. What I really know is she's a cheater and always use that name in social networks to search for victims.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U885cLofvq8/TtQ_5qaZRoI/AAAAAAAABHM/pmVbJD74XAE/s1600/Noorazlina+Abdul+Aziz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U885cLofvq8/TtQ_5qaZRoI/AAAAAAAABHM/pmVbJD74XAE/s400/Noorazlina+Abdul+Aziz.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She's not using her real picture tough, the picture above is her latest picture and I really don't have any idea who's the real owner of the picture. Her main target are men who like to flirt around, men who admit to be single, divorced or in a complicated relationship, sex maniac or men who are crazily looking for a virgin and naive girl (which they might think would be an easy target to get).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really don't have any idea about this matter until a few days ago when hubby told me about his friend's problem. Cannot believe that this kind of cheating is still exist. I mean, you have never meet her and yet you still willing to give her money. But I guess it's the same case as the scam email we got everyday saying that we won a total of money, the greedy one will fall for it, even nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While hubby been trying to help his friend, he found out a blog that told the story about that girl @ name. Turn out that she's been doing this kind of thing since 2006. So, I took sometime to read and understand it. From what I read, this girl will always tell you that her parents live in Kuala Lumpur while she's studying in Sabah. In our friend's case, she claimed that she's a UMS (Universiti Malaysia Sabah) student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She will seduce you with her sweet and nice words, with her cute, pretty and sexy picture. Then she'll tell you that she has problem, for example; her car broke down and she didn't have enough money to repair it. She will ask if she can borrow money from you with a promise that she will pay it back when she get back to Kuala Lumpur (where she will asked to meet you at the airport).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As a man who already fall into her trap, thinking that your beautiful, sweet and naive girlfriend need help, you will certainly bank in the amount of money that she asked for. Come the day that you're supposed to meet her, she will never show up, worse, you can never reach her on the social network or phone after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She might tell you that she's really in love with you and cannot wait to see you. That she's ready to meet you but unfortunately she don't have enough money to buy a flight ticket. She will then ask if you can pay for her first or pay half of the price.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She might even tell you that she love your place (your town or state) and she would like to visit there if she has the chance to but she's afraid because she don't know anyone there and also, she don't know where to stay. As a man who think that this girl is naive, you will offer your place to stay.&amp;nbsp; Thinking that you can sleep with her make you do exactly what she want you to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This woman sure know what she's doing and she really know how to gain trust of men. She will use different kind of way depending on what kind of man you are. If you're a sex maniac or crazy for a virgin girl, she will use the last way. No sex maniac will refuse a sweet girl who don't know where to stay, right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our friend lost RM1000.00 to this woman, so men out there, beware with those all beautiful ladies&amp;nbsp; you know from the social network, especially if you never meet her and her name is &lt;b&gt;Noorazlina Abdul Aziz&lt;/b&gt;. Who know you could be her next victim after this, hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-6267684038114649801?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/6267684038114649801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/11/noorazlina-abdul-aziz.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/6267684038114649801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/6267684038114649801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/11/noorazlina-abdul-aziz.html' title='Noorazlina Abdul Aziz'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U885cLofvq8/TtQ_5qaZRoI/AAAAAAAABHM/pmVbJD74XAE/s72-c/Noorazlina+Abdul+Aziz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-2288075347065293877</id><published>2011-11-22T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T14:20:48.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Modified Glucose Tolerance Test (MGTT)</title><content type='html'>Modified Glucose Tolerance Test @ MGTT? What is that? Well, to those who don't know, that is a 'must' test to pregnant women since last year.  It is necessary in order to know how your body will responds when given a sugar drink. This test used to be only for those who have a high potential of having diabetes or women with diabetes history in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQUf2-2CctI/Tss8OMSGoqI/AAAAAAAABG8/rfbX1EkLRrs/s1600/Modified+Glucose+Tolerance+Test+%2528MGTT%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQUf2-2CctI/Tss8OMSGoqI/AAAAAAAABG8/rfbX1EkLRrs/s400/Modified+Glucose+Tolerance+Test+%2528MGTT%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But, with our lifestyle and our eating habit right now, there's a high possibility that even people with no diabetes background also can have it especially for pregnant women who sometime cannot control the way they eat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every pregnant women will have this test twice during pregnancy. How do I know? I already had the first test and will have to face it again next week, uhuk-uhuk. But don't worry as this test is not as painful as the Anti Tetanus Injection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, you will be asked to fasting starting 10.00 p.m the night before your MGTT. Fasting here means you cannot eat and drink for 10 hours starting at 10.00 p.m to 8.00 a.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8.00 a.m. on the day of your MGTT, the nurse will take your blood. After that, you will have to drink a glass of glucose solution or in Malay, air gula. You will have to wait about two hours before the nurse take your blood sample again. You can eat and drink after that, hehe, but in my case, I have to see the doctor first, to know the result. Fortunately for me, the result is normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rUhU4Wej8UQ/Tss8UGBvnfI/AAAAAAAABHE/Ef0UTQFLYvM/s1600/Result+of+Modified+Glucose+Tolerance+Test+%2528MGTT%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rUhU4Wej8UQ/Tss8UGBvnfI/AAAAAAAABHE/Ef0UTQFLYvM/s400/Result+of+Modified+Glucose+Tolerance+Test+%2528MGTT%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How about you? got the normal result too? What do you feel drinking the glucose solution? Me? Felt itchy in my throat for almost five minutes and then it fade away, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-2288075347065293877?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/2288075347065293877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/11/modified-glucose-tolerance-test-mgtt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/2288075347065293877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/2288075347065293877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/11/modified-glucose-tolerance-test-mgtt.html' title='Modified Glucose Tolerance Test (MGTT)'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQUf2-2CctI/Tss8OMSGoqI/AAAAAAAABG8/rfbX1EkLRrs/s72-c/Modified+Glucose+Tolerance+Test+%2528MGTT%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-3115418125176322345</id><published>2011-10-20T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T09:33:20.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>20 Weeks Pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you are 20 weeks pregnant, you can feel a lot of different now. Your morning sickness is completely gone, but for me, I still have the bloating problem, already asked the nurse but she said it must be something that I eat that caused it. What is it, I for sure don't have any idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GiuBPIdVg/Tp950uWMtzI/AAAAAAAABFg/afixHdcM9F0/s1600/Stomach+bloating.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GiuBPIdVg/Tp950uWMtzI/AAAAAAAABFg/afixHdcM9F0/s320/Stomach+bloating.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo: Credit to Google&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can feel the foetus movement almost everyday now and it's somehow annoying especially if you want to get some rest or want to take a nap. As far as I concern, the foetus only make a movement when we are not busy. The funny thing is I can see the foetus heartbeat just by looking at my tummy&amp;nbsp; hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My tummy is quite visible now, even my hubby will laugh at it. Some of my good friends keep asking me to take a picture of me with the tummy. They said I must be look pretty with that big tummy, haha. I will certainly try to take a picture later, not only because my friends asked me too, but also for my keep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also happen to have a difficulty to sleep. Sometime, I cannot sleep all night long and will only sleep at daylight. Somehow, it disturb my work schedule but fortunately my hubby&amp;nbsp; seem to understand my situation. What's funny is some of the problem that I have, he will also face it, like cannot sit down for too long or sleepy all the time, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My brother who already have two children, asked me whether I already know the gender of the baby but I don't know why I am not interested to know about it. What's important for me is everything will be okay, never mind the gender, am I right? &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/8835673323122201792-3115418125176322345?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/3115418125176322345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/10/20-weeks-pregnant.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3115418125176322345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3115418125176322345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/10/20-weeks-pregnant.html' title='20 Weeks Pregnant'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GiuBPIdVg/Tp950uWMtzI/AAAAAAAABFg/afixHdcM9F0/s72-c/Stomach+bloating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-2289765516235867919</id><published>2011-10-19T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T10:55:11.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>WW : Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d66jKLUsyMY/Tp474cEdNgI/AAAAAAAABFY/ZX9O28ZLWoY/s1600/Food+for+dinner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d66jKLUsyMY/Tp474cEdNgI/AAAAAAAABFY/ZX9O28ZLWoY/s400/Food+for+dinner.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-2289765516235867919?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/2289765516235867919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/10/ww-dinner.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/2289765516235867919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/2289765516235867919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/10/ww-dinner.html' title='WW : Dinner'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d66jKLUsyMY/Tp474cEdNgI/AAAAAAAABFY/ZX9O28ZLWoY/s72-c/Food+for+dinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-3316488479370741828</id><published>2011-10-14T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T08:25:03.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>The chef in the family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you still remember Atan, my youngest brother? He is 9 years old, now. If you are my regular readers, perhaps you still remember some posts I wrote about him including &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2010/10/ww-who-need-this.html"&gt;WW : Who need this&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-want-muscle-too.html"&gt;I want muscle too&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/10/wordless-wednesday-youngest-siblings.html"&gt;Wordless Wednesday : Youngest siblings&lt;/a&gt; .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y50ofa4iOC8/TpeAWkEK8fI/AAAAAAAABFQ/UJ7tQCjEPdw/s1600/Youngest+siblings+Atan.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y50ofa4iOC8/TpeAWkEK8fI/AAAAAAAABFQ/UJ7tQCjEPdw/s400/Youngest+siblings+Atan.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Atan, the chef&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been away from them almost half a year now and it surprised me to know that he now cook his own meal. The first time I heard he cooked is a few months ago. My mom told me that he cook the canned fish (Sardine)&amp;nbsp; mix with sausage. It was delicious said my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he have his own phone, I always messaging him or called him just to ask if he already eat or not. When he said 'yes' I will automatically asked 'what did he eat and who cook it' as there's nobody at home except him and my grandmother who is very afraid to use the modern cooking method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing he cooked his own fried mi or fried rice, is like a joke to me, so I asked him how he do it. To my surprise, he could explain very well how he do it and I can't help but wonder why suddenly he is interested in cooking. Maybe he want to be the chef in the family, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been wondering, well since he was at the kindergarten, we already teach him how to cook simple meal like fried egg, just in case he get hungry and want to eat something. We were so worried to heard that he always eat instant food like maggi, that is of course bad for his growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first attempt in frying the egg was fail because he forgot to put some oil first, and it was funny to heard how he forced our granny to eat that failed fired egg and of course my granny don't want to eat it, hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him what recipe he want to learn when I get back to Sabah at the end of this year and it surprise me more when he said 'steak', hahahaha. Never thought he will give that as an answer, I only thought that he want to learn simple recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to see how he cook, and you can imagine me asking him to show his cooking skill and me ready with the camera, later, hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-3316488479370741828?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/3316488479370741828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/10/chef-in-family.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3316488479370741828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3316488479370741828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/10/chef-in-family.html' title='The chef in the family'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y50ofa4iOC8/TpeAWkEK8fI/AAAAAAAABFQ/UJ7tQCjEPdw/s72-c/Youngest+siblings+Atan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-478163148385255605</id><published>2011-10-12T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T09:21:15.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday : Youngest siblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H2RRUV6OUG0/TpTrf6jd_MI/AAAAAAAABFI/HICWmxMTk1A/s1600/Youngest+siblings+Atan.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H2RRUV6OUG0/TpTrf6jd_MI/AAAAAAAABFI/HICWmxMTk1A/s320/Youngest+siblings+Atan.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-478163148385255605?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/478163148385255605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/10/wordless-wednesday-youngest-siblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/478163148385255605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/478163148385255605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/10/wordless-wednesday-youngest-siblings.html' title='Wordless Wednesday : Youngest siblings'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H2RRUV6OUG0/TpTrf6jd_MI/AAAAAAAABFI/HICWmxMTk1A/s72-c/Youngest+siblings+Atan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-6019276582137527840</id><published>2011-10-06T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T11:57:56.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy mumbling : Emotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like doing this pregnancy mumbling topic because I can write anything without have to refer or doing research. This is just a mumbling, from what I experienced and I see around me, and it's all about pregnancy, hehehe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A2-9M120WW4/To0mx9L2fVI/AAAAAAAABFE/rjMvND7KDPk/s1600/Emotion.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A2-9M120WW4/To0mx9L2fVI/AAAAAAAABFE/rjMvND7KDPk/s320/Emotion.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo : Credit to Google&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For today, I would like to mumbling about emotion while pregnant. As we know, pregnant woman tend to be a little emotion while pregnant. From my Facebook alone, I could see that some of my pregnant friend&amp;nbsp; keep complaining their hubby, even for a small thing. When her hubby came back late from work, she's also getting angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some might feel like she cannot be too far away for so long from her hubby, and you will see that most of her status in Facebook is about missing her husband, the funny part is she's even get jealous when her hubby keep adding new friends in Facebook especially women.&amp;nbsp;&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 used to say that everything that we felt while pregnant will influenced the baby. For example, when you suddenly hate your husband during your pregnancy, your baby also will not have a good relation with the husband, later. It's better to fight the feeling, she said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fortunately for me, I don't have to face any bad emotion changing for this time. Instead, I love being pampered by hubby and I adore him. What weird is, I suddenly like to see coins (hubby is a coins and banknotes collector). I can see how well this baby and my hubby will get along later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-6019276582137527840?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/6019276582137527840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/10/pregnancy-mumbling-emotion.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/6019276582137527840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/6019276582137527840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/10/pregnancy-mumbling-emotion.html' title='Pregnancy mumbling : Emotion'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A2-9M120WW4/To0mx9L2fVI/AAAAAAAABFE/rjMvND7KDPk/s72-c/Emotion.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-1621791903703045423</id><published>2011-10-05T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T08:22:13.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday : Sibling No: 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TlB95uk5y0I/ToqfHeT4N5I/AAAAAAAABFA/mb4n_ts8hcw/s1600/Bellnita.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TlB95uk5y0I/ToqfHeT4N5I/AAAAAAAABFA/mb4n_ts8hcw/s400/Bellnita.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-1621791903703045423?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/1621791903703045423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/10/wordless-wednesday-sibling-no-5.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/1621791903703045423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/1621791903703045423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/10/wordless-wednesday-sibling-no-5.html' title='Wordless Wednesday : Sibling No: 5'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TlB95uk5y0I/ToqfHeT4N5I/AAAAAAAABFA/mb4n_ts8hcw/s72-c/Bellnita.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-7784740109840583324</id><published>2011-10-04T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T13:46:52.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>19 weeks pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At 19 weeks pregnant, there's nothing a big different while I am at &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/09/18-weeks-pregnant.html"&gt;18 weeks pregnant&lt;/a&gt;, I don't even know whether my tummy became bigger or not because it still look the same to me, hehe. The only thing that matter is my appetite seem to have up and down. Sometime I feel like I want to non-stop eating and some other time I feel like I don't want to eat anything at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That is why there's so much food in my refrigerator right now, especially fruits like apple and some local fruits that easily to get. I even stock up some raisins, soy milk, vitagen and chocolates. Nuts is also a must, as well as fried anchovies. Why fried anchovies? well, as far as I concern, this anchovies is a source of Iron, which is important for the blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7feaL8NXOmg/ToqdpK8G-aI/AAAAAAAABE8/uv1IIUwdYbE/s1600/The+stocked+up+foods.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7feaL8NXOmg/ToqdpK8G-aI/AAAAAAAABE8/uv1IIUwdYbE/s400/The+stocked+up+foods.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You might think that I always eat all the time, but the truth is, some of the food shown on the above picture are stocked up more than a month and still I am not able to finished it, hehe. The appetite is big but my ability to eat is small.&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 thing is, I don't have to eat heavy food when I feel hungry all the time, just grab some fried anchovies or chocolates. Sometimes I eat what we call 'asam boi' (I don't know how to call it in English, sorry). But I tried my best to avoid it because I remember when I took the 'Molecular Biology and Genetic Engineering' subject while took my degree, my lecture said it is bad for our genetic as it can cause mutation and who am I to question a professor, hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, I almost forgot, some of you might already feel a small movement in your tummy at this weeks of pregnancy, like me. It happened few days ago, a day after a visit to the shop of my hubby's friend. Read &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/10/mini-perfumes.html"&gt;Mini perfumes&lt;/a&gt; if you don't know what I mean. I was so tired that day, so I sleep almost 12 hours including daylight, so come the night, I cannot sleep at all until 4.00 am. That's where I felt like something pushing my tummy from inside. It happen several times and don't happen again until now. Hubby said probably the baby is angry because I still awake, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-7784740109840583324?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/7784740109840583324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/10/19-weeks-pregnant.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/7784740109840583324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/7784740109840583324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/10/19-weeks-pregnant.html' title='19 weeks pregnant'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7feaL8NXOmg/ToqdpK8G-aI/AAAAAAAABE8/uv1IIUwdYbE/s72-c/The+stocked+up+foods.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-288043574960674914</id><published>2011-10-03T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T11:23:02.093+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Products'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Mini perfumes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week, I accompanied my husband to meet his fellow coins blogger. While they were busy with the coins, banknotes and blog, I sat and surfing the net without nothing in mind. Imagine I had to sit almost 6 hours, huhuhu. But, I felt happy when his friend gave me mini perfumes or in standard name is perfume miniatures along with a bag since his wife is a perfumes salesgirl. Those perfumes are Prada Pour Homme (for men), Incanto Bloom by Salvatore Ferragamo and L'eau D'issey Pour Homme by Issey Miyaki.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rplMjlfF0_k/Tokn6lB7loI/AAAAAAAABE0/sBJmobXuwIQ/s1600/Prada+for+men%252C+Incanto+bloom+and+L%2527eau+D%2527issey.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rplMjlfF0_k/Tokn6lB7loI/AAAAAAAABE0/sBJmobXuwIQ/s400/Prada+for+men%252C+Incanto+bloom+and+L%2527eau+D%2527issey.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The smell is very nice and of course it will help me a lot when I want to buy a new perfumes later. Means I don't have to test so many perfumes as I already have a few sample and I can choose the best smell from it. My hubby's friend even promises to give me another sample for our next visit, hehehe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To those who don't know how perfume miniatures look are, take a glance at this picture, :D. That's why I called it mini perfumes because they are small @ mini. But the smell is still the same tough, don't worry. This kind of perfumes is suitable to bring along when you are traveling since it is lighter, small, not fragile and you can bring 10 kind of it and it is still lighter than a bottle of perfume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h-gVKxDoMfs/TokoAIWVWNI/AAAAAAAABE4/hyzSWLvXQbY/s1600/Mini+Perfumes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h-gVKxDoMfs/TokoAIWVWNI/AAAAAAAABE4/hyzSWLvXQbY/s400/Mini+Perfumes.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See how small the perfumes are? The left one is for sure not a new release perfume, it is an AA size battery just for a comparison, hehe. The size maybe almost the same but the battery is heavier than all of three of the mini perfumes.&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-288043574960674914?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/288043574960674914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/10/mini-perfumes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/288043574960674914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/288043574960674914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/10/mini-perfumes.html' title='Mini perfumes'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rplMjlfF0_k/Tokn6lB7loI/AAAAAAAABE0/sBJmobXuwIQ/s72-c/Prada+for+men%252C+Incanto+bloom+and+L%2527eau+D%2527issey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-8124702661191321755</id><published>2011-09-28T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T11:14:03.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday : Sibling No: 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dHOJ0sjnhwc/ToKQyuGMa6I/AAAAAAAABEw/5YI6dnX4cg4/s1600/Sibling+number+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dHOJ0sjnhwc/ToKQyuGMa6I/AAAAAAAABEw/5YI6dnX4cg4/s400/Sibling+number+4.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-8124702661191321755?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/8124702661191321755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/09/wordless-wednesday-sibling-no-4.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8124702661191321755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8124702661191321755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/09/wordless-wednesday-sibling-no-4.html' title='Wordless Wednesday : Sibling No: 4'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dHOJ0sjnhwc/ToKQyuGMa6I/AAAAAAAABEw/5YI6dnX4cg4/s72-c/Sibling+number+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-4061912985925639579</id><published>2011-09-27T13:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T13:38:27.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Vitamin B Complex in pregnancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;B Complex is one of the vitamin that I have to take once a day, every morning. The other vitamins that I take doesn't cause me any trouble, but this one...I really cannot stand the smell. Even I already ate it, I felt like the smell is still around until almost noon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N4CIqzwGLiM/ToFgxkLy2fI/AAAAAAAABEs/07eUyfHEbFY/s1600/Vitamin+B+Complex.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N4CIqzwGLiM/ToFgxkLy2fI/AAAAAAAABEs/07eUyfHEbFY/s320/Vitamin+B+Complex.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This causes me to lost my appetite in the morning, but after that, I will keep getting hungry until midnight. That's scared me, haha. I don't want to gain too much weight, because it will also can affect me and the baby. Back to the B Complex thing, it always be the last one that I take everyday. Sometime, I really want to escape taking it, but thinking about the importance of Vitamin B Complex in pregnancy, I ignore the feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;B Complex actually is a combination of all kind of Vitamin B including Thiamin (B1), Riboflavin (B2), Niacin (B3), Pantothenic acid (B5),&amp;nbsp; Pyridoxine (B6), Biotin (B7), Folic acid (B9) and Cobalamin (B12). So, how can I ignore this one? hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not taking this vitamin will causes me much health trouble such as anemia, muscle cramps, respiratory infections, birth defects, abdominal pain, diabetes and depression. Aw, I'd rather dealing with the strong unpleasant smell than all these kind of health problem, hehe.&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 don't like medicine, you can also get all of these vitamin from food. For example, you can get B1 from cereals, grains, potatoes, seafood, liver and kidney beans. You can get B2 from enriched bread, green leafy vegetables and dairy products. B3 can be found in chicken, fish, whole grains, nut and lean red meat. B5 in almost all foods, B6 in bananas, potatoes, fish and chicken. You can get B7 from egg yolks, mushrooms, watermelon, liver and peanuts, B9 in peas, nuts, citrus fruits and green leafy vegetables while B12 can be found in milk, eggs and milk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, like it or not, I will still take this vitamin and of course with the doctor's advice. If she say that I still have to take it, I will. They know better what's best for us, right?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-4061912985925639579?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/4061912985925639579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/09/importance-of-b-complex-in-pregnancy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/4061912985925639579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/4061912985925639579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/09/importance-of-b-complex-in-pregnancy.html' title='Vitamin B Complex in pregnancy'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N4CIqzwGLiM/ToFgxkLy2fI/AAAAAAAABEs/07eUyfHEbFY/s72-c/Vitamin+B+Complex.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-3913060698754573852</id><published>2011-09-26T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T13:19:39.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>18 weeks pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am 18 weeks pregnant now and there's a big difference I felt especially about my appetite, nausea problem and my tummy. My stamina also seem to be less right now, I cannot walk too much or even sit still for half an&amp;nbsp; hours also made my back in pain.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is actually happen while at 18 weeks pregnant? Well, if this is your first child, then your tummy is started to show by now. As for me, I can no longer wearing most of my clothes and even if I can, it feels uncomfortable due to the size of my tummy. You will probably have to start wearing pregnancy dress by now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NQmNBsTHzD4/ToAK8TGx1JI/AAAAAAAABEo/9ezk43t9W2k/s1600/Dresses+for+pregnant+woman.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NQmNBsTHzD4/ToAK8TGx1JI/AAAAAAAABEo/9ezk43t9W2k/s400/Dresses+for+pregnant+woman.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My appetite also seem to be back to normal, or maybe I can say, a bit too much because&amp;nbsp; I am hungry almost all of the time. This is the time where you have to be careful and watch what you eat. Reduce the intake of sugar, rice and salt. Make sure you eat a lot of fruits and vegetables. The doctor will also ask you to continuously drink any brand of milk (with or without the 'Folic acid').&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My nausea problem also seem to be gone and thanks god for that. My weight already back to normal and the last time I checked it, it's 60 kg. Means I have gain 1 kg after losing 2 kg before, you can read more about it in my old post about &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri-2011.html"&gt;Hari Raya&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;Walking or sitting even for half an hour will make me tired so much and giving so much pain especially to my back. There's a time I tried to ignore it and it hurt so bad that I cannot stand it anymore, forcing me to lie down and crying on my bed, hehe. To be honest, I never thought that getting pregnant also can cause pain, as most people only talked about the pain they get through while giving birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last important thing is you have to change your sleep habit by now. Lie down&amp;nbsp; on your side especially on your left side. This is to ensure the baby get enough oxygen. I love sleeping lie flat on my back but it is not encouraged as it will compress a major vein and of course it will decrease the blood return to my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You might find these different from yours but don't worry, as you will experienced it sooner or later. Just take care of what you eat, don't drink alcohol&amp;nbsp; and smoking, hehe and if your husband is smoking, asked him to stop or don't smoke near you. I am so lucky tough because my hubby don't smoke and drink and so do I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-3913060698754573852?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/3913060698754573852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/09/18-weeks-pregnant.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3913060698754573852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3913060698754573852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/09/18-weeks-pregnant.html' title='18 weeks pregnant'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NQmNBsTHzD4/ToAK8TGx1JI/AAAAAAAABEo/9ezk43t9W2k/s72-c/Dresses+for+pregnant+woman.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-3610119043335588953</id><published>2011-09-22T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T08:56:32.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Products'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnant'/><title type='text'>Milk for pregnant women : EnfaMama A+</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first milk for pregnant women that I drink was EnfaMama A+, a Mead Johnson's product. I choose the vanila flavour because I really like vanila and to be honest, I am not a fan of milk, hehe so if I want to drink it, its have to be with vanila or chocolate flavour. This milk is for pregnant and breastfeeding mothers, so even if you are already had giving birth, you can still take this milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfs5SBpN2n0/TnqHk9JbALI/AAAAAAAABEk/pF7oR0EkQ2Q/s1600/Milk+for+pregnant+women+EnfaMama+A%252B.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfs5SBpN2n0/TnqHk9JbALI/AAAAAAAABEk/pF7oR0EkQ2Q/s400/Milk+for+pregnant+women+EnfaMama+A%252B.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Through what I read from the label, this milk provides important nutrients like DHA which can be found in breast milk. It is also formulated with Iron which is important&amp;nbsp; to form red blood cells. Red blood cells is important because its carry oxygen to all parts of our body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This milk is also enrich with Folic acid. As you know, Folic acid is very important to the baby so that the baby will has a proper growth and development. You can find out more about it on my previous post entitled &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/07/folic-acid-and-pregnancy.html"&gt;Folic acid and pregnancy&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that is important to our pregnancy is Calcium and it is also something that you can get from this milk.&amp;nbsp; Calcium as we know is important to make our bones and teeth stronger. The best part is this milk is 82%&amp;nbsp; lower in fat compare to Full Cream Milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EnfaMama A+ is available in two flavours, Vanila and Chocolate. Unfortunately, I didn't have the chance to try the chocolate flavour yet, hehe. How about you? What kind of milk that you take and what flavour?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-3610119043335588953?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/3610119043335588953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/09/milk-for-pregnant-women-enfamama.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3610119043335588953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3610119043335588953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/09/milk-for-pregnant-women-enfamama.html' title='Milk for pregnant women : EnfaMama A+'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfs5SBpN2n0/TnqHk9JbALI/AAAAAAAABEk/pF7oR0EkQ2Q/s72-c/Milk+for+pregnant+women+EnfaMama+A%252B.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-2391796656190018255</id><published>2011-09-21T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T09:55:49.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday : Sibling No. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HB99O1HM0x0/TnlEC1YbjRI/AAAAAAAABEg/jFEcwPcA6uY/s1600/Wordless+Wednesday+Sibling+No+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HB99O1HM0x0/TnlEC1YbjRI/AAAAAAAABEg/jFEcwPcA6uY/s400/Wordless+Wednesday+Sibling+No+2.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-2391796656190018255?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/2391796656190018255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/09/wordless-wednesday-sibling-no-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/2391796656190018255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/2391796656190018255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/09/wordless-wednesday-sibling-no-2.html' title='Wordless Wednesday : Sibling No. 2'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HB99O1HM0x0/TnlEC1YbjRI/AAAAAAAABEg/jFEcwPcA6uY/s72-c/Wordless+Wednesday+Sibling+No+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-2967644591160358472</id><published>2011-09-14T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T12:01:14.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday : Birthday Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m-um2uw36xU/TnAmhSDHCVI/AAAAAAAABEM/QSXP6Ox9WtQ/s1600/Anabil+sitting+on+a+bench.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m-um2uw36xU/TnAmhSDHCVI/AAAAAAAABEM/QSXP6Ox9WtQ/s320/Anabil+sitting+on+a+bench.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;14th September&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pNGVYe3uMck/TnAmpRKk6aI/AAAAAAAABEQ/2sm_QfuOceM/s1600/Bellnita.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pNGVYe3uMck/TnAmpRKk6aI/AAAAAAAABEQ/2sm_QfuOceM/s400/Bellnita.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;13th September&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Happy birthday sisters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-2967644591160358472?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/2967644591160358472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/09/wordless-wednesday-birthday-girls.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/2967644591160358472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/2967644591160358472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/09/wordless-wednesday-birthday-girls.html' title='Wordless Wednesday : Birthday Girls'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m-um2uw36xU/TnAmhSDHCVI/AAAAAAAABEM/QSXP6Ox9WtQ/s72-c/Anabil+sitting+on+a+bench.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-8496002888711901626</id><published>2011-09-13T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T15:24:16.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>About Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, I am going to talk about one of the most used social network in this world, yes, I will talk about Facebook. As you know, I am one of the user. This kind of network is good because we can connect with everyone we want in this world, as long as they want to connect with us too, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aZNSnlwQU/Tm8AhWan9eI/AAAAAAAABD4/YpptyV1Refg/s1600/About+facebook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aZNSnlwQU/Tm8AhWan9eI/AAAAAAAABD4/YpptyV1Refg/s400/About+facebook.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The friends who waiting to be accepted&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I joined Facebook in 2009, and I was really naive about it, especially about the security and privacy things. Due to my excitement to have lot of friends, I just add anyone without checking their profile. My Facebook wall and photos are also available to all eyes including those who wasn't in my friend list. Thanks to one of them (not in my friend list) who keep commenting on my status, it was really open my eyes. From there, I learn how to keep my privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have about 3023 in my friend list and it never increase because I don't want to. I remove some inactive friends (who never commented on my status or seldom updating their wall) before I accepting new request. Before, I love to ignore and blocked friend request from other, but now, I just let it untouched. There's more than a hundred who waiting to be accepted now, but really, I don't want my friend list more than 3000.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see my Facebook wall, you can only see like this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PjPp9FJwHiU/Tm8Bh-ZQ3VI/AAAAAAAABEA/q7Gr-b2bRrQ/s1600/My+facebook+wall+to+other.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PjPp9FJwHiU/Tm8Bh-ZQ3VI/AAAAAAAABEA/q7Gr-b2bRrQ/s400/My+facebook+wall+to+other.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I viewed it as Jane Martin @ Sumandak Kinabalu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;But, it is actually like this (and only me can see it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WnCcD2z5G3I/Tm8Btn4tZ6I/AAAAAAAABEE/b7Q8CMpz3F4/s1600/My+facebook+wall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WnCcD2z5G3I/Tm8Btn4tZ6I/AAAAAAAABEE/b7Q8CMpz3F4/s400/My+facebook+wall.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notice the difference?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Notice that you cannot see any picture in my wall except my profile picture? That is because I keep all my pictures private, including my profile picture. Even my hubby cannot see it, hehehe. My photo album also the same case. It exist and I keep lot of pictures, but only me can see it, and the people who I tagged, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tN_7TwfwJJY/Tm8A0KtaJtI/AAAAAAAABD8/sPTmT4WPPtk/s1600/My+privacy+on+facebook.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tN_7TwfwJJY/Tm8A0KtaJtI/AAAAAAAABD8/sPTmT4WPPtk/s400/My+privacy+on+facebook.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of my pictures is setting to 'My eyes' only mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Even in log in too, I changed the setting. Any new computer which I used to log in, Facebook will send TAC number to my phone (same like Maybank2u) and I have to enter it to be able to log in to my Facebook account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qo7yQvvjF2Y/Tm8CB0qZcXI/AAAAAAAABEI/5qveG7Yl5EE/s1600/Facebook+security.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qo7yQvvjF2Y/Tm8CB0qZcXI/AAAAAAAABEI/5qveG7Yl5EE/s400/Facebook+security.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how yours? Do you keep it public or private? Or you don't even care about it? I really think we should care about our information and pictures, because we don't know what other will be able to do with it. We should really be careful especially with social network like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-8496002888711901626?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/8496002888711901626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/09/about-facebook.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8496002888711901626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8496002888711901626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/09/about-facebook.html' title='About Facebook'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aZNSnlwQU/Tm8AhWan9eI/AAAAAAAABD4/YpptyV1Refg/s72-c/About+facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-1034274757169535535</id><published>2011-09-12T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T16:45:36.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Kota Marudu always in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's already been almost five months since I left my lovely hometown, Kota Marudu, but feels like years to me, hehe. Living in a big city is not really my style and never dream about it. But, when God want it that way, then it will be. As long as there's someone beside me, I know I can survive here, hehehe (like I live in a desert).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FytvGdqcrkk/Tm3BTJn19WI/AAAAAAAABDw/VNUMw0vOEb4/s1600/Kota+Marudu+always+in+my+heart.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FytvGdqcrkk/Tm3BTJn19WI/AAAAAAAABDw/VNUMw0vOEb4/s320/Kota+Marudu+always+in+my+heart.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I love most about Kota Marudu? well of course one of the reason is the price for food and seafood there cheaper than here. No wonder, everytime hubby went back to Sabah, he will always looking for food or seafood (now I know why, hehehe).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's a time when hubby brought 7 kg crabs in Kota Marudu. The price is cheaper than in his hometown (Kota Kinabalu). It's only RM7 per KG in my place. Very cheap, right? and I could get it cheapest&amp;nbsp; in my former workplace (only RM5 per KG), hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fruits and vegetables also cheaper there. Even the salt fish also available in a big varieties. I once bought anchovies here, and it cost me RM17 per half KG, while in my place, RM17 is the price for 1 kg, uhuk uhuk. A vey big different there, and that's why Kota Marudu always in my heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cannot wait to get back to Sabah this coming December, hehe. By then, I know I have to watch what I eat. Hopefully, '&lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2010/08/nyum-nyum-jeruk-bambangan.html"&gt;jeruk bambangan&lt;/a&gt;' is available at that time, because there's no way I can find it in here, hehe. I know hubby love 'jeruk bambangan' too, but he already stay here more than 10 years, he's been get used to it, unlike 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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-1034274757169535535?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/1034274757169535535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/09/kota-marudu-always-in-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/1034274757169535535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/1034274757169535535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/09/kota-marudu-always-in-my-heart.html' title='Kota Marudu always in my heart'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FytvGdqcrkk/Tm3BTJn19WI/AAAAAAAABDw/VNUMw0vOEb4/s72-c/Kota+Marudu+always+in+my+heart.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-9126021068557816307</id><published>2011-09-09T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T16:56:58.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy mumbling : Low placenta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was my appointment to scan the baby. No, I don't know my baby's gender yet, it is only to determine how is my baby condition I think. To be honest, the moment I saw the baby's head, I feel such a relieve. It's been almost 4 months already and my stomach / tummy / belly still didn't get any bigger than before. Couldn't feel any movement neither.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rkJSZcmdJrg/TmnUGhWN0SI/AAAAAAAABDo/JsaPzGGSmqc/s1600/Pregnancy+mumbling+Low+placenta.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rkJSZcmdJrg/TmnUGhWN0SI/AAAAAAAABDo/JsaPzGGSmqc/s320/Pregnancy+mumbling+Low+placenta.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The only things that make me so sure I am pregnant and there's a baby in me are the fact that I missed my periods and the nausea and vomiting things. So, to see the head and there's a fetus's heart beat there, really make me feel something and I really couldn't explain the feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After get the result, I took a look at the slip that they have given to me. I noticed about the placenta which is low and that is why I mumbling about low placenta. The nurse didn't explain anything to me and I don't have the heart to ask either since almost 10 people are already waiting in the room, beside the clinic is not really my place. Too bad the clinic that I used to go don't have scanner, that's why they sent me to this new clinic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Late at night, I asked my husband to Google about low placenta. Seeing the word 'low' is scaring me so much I guess, hehe. But, hubby told me there's nothing to worry as it is normal to have a low placenta at the beginning of pregnancy. Normally, it will increase according to your weeks of pregnancy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, you must be wondering why I worried so much about placenta. First of all, you have to know what placenta is. Placenta is an organ that connects the developing fetus to the uterine wall to allow nutrient uptake, waste elimination and gas exchange from your bloodstream.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Never thought about it before but now, I can see how important placenta is to my pregnancy.&amp;nbsp; Couldn't wait for my next appointment, I really have to ask the nurse more about it. To read all the information in the internet about low placenta (also known as placenta previa) is so scary. Better ask the right person, right?&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/8835673323122201792-9126021068557816307?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/9126021068557816307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/09/pregnancy-mumbling-low-placenta.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/9126021068557816307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/9126021068557816307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/09/pregnancy-mumbling-low-placenta.html' title='Pregnancy mumbling : Low placenta'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rkJSZcmdJrg/TmnUGhWN0SI/AAAAAAAABDo/JsaPzGGSmqc/s72-c/Pregnancy+mumbling+Low+placenta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-5369266089595815214</id><published>2011-09-07T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T08:33:02.093+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday : Sibling No.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2DIOyXQTEkk/Tma7ip0pvTI/AAAAAAAABCw/DGOYMCjdWGU/s1600/Wordless+Wednesday+Sibling+No1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2DIOyXQTEkk/Tma7ip0pvTI/AAAAAAAABCw/DGOYMCjdWGU/s400/Wordless+Wednesday+Sibling+No1.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-5369266089595815214?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/5369266089595815214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/09/wordless-wednesday-sibling-no1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/5369266089595815214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/5369266089595815214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/09/wordless-wednesday-sibling-no1.html' title='Wordless Wednesday : Sibling No.1'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2DIOyXQTEkk/Tma7ip0pvTI/AAAAAAAABCw/DGOYMCjdWGU/s72-c/Wordless+Wednesday+Sibling+No1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-5193009013401235950</id><published>2011-09-06T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T15:14:31.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnant'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy mumbling about medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I have fever right now and it's already been four days since I have it. It's not really a good feeling, to be honest, and you would ask why I didn't go to hospital or clinic to make thing easier. I have this bad habit which is I don't like to go to clinic or hospital. I don't know why and you can count just how many medical certificate (after this M.C) I have taken since I start work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fMCRCzLPWiE/TmXH88G0sjI/AAAAAAAABCs/-XfMFHlUvDU/s1600/Pregnancy+mumbling+about+medicine.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fMCRCzLPWiE/TmXH88G0sjI/AAAAAAAABCs/-XfMFHlUvDU/s400/Pregnancy+mumbling+about+medicine.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think the only time I took M.C was when I get involved in an accident ( took 2 days M.C) , when I went to the dentist and while I had a high fever and I could smell something like rotten egg inside my nose (which according to the doctor, my nose had been infected by virus due to my carelessness to treat my fever, hehehe). The good thing is I still remember the doctor's advice until now which are to not take a bath with cold water, drink enough warm water and take care of what I eat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hubby sometime asked me to take an aspirin or in Malaysia, one of the well known medicine is Panadol. But, I really tried to avoid that kind of medicine since I don't know if it has affect to my pregnancy or not. So annoying right? I hate to go to the clinic and hospital and yet I don't want to eat a medicine and I have a&amp;nbsp; reason for 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 am not gonna tell you why I don't like clinic or hospital, I will share a sad but true story about medicine instead. That is why I called this 'Pregnancy mumbling about medicine'. This happened to my cousin in the month of my big day ( March). She was only waiting and counting her day to deliver her baby that time. At the same time, she had a fever and took a medicine without any advice from doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A day or two after that, she was worried when she cannot felt any movement from her baby, so she went to hospital to check it. The result made her cried out loud, yes, her baby was dead. Since it was her first child, they tried not to do any surgery and made the baby out in a normal way. Don't ask me how they do it, I was busy at that time and we couldn't even visited her until the funeral day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still remember when the baby finally out, it was the day before my wedding, come my wedding day, her mom who had just went back from Kota Kinabalu was willing to show her face for a minute and told my mom that they were sorry for not being able to attend my big day, and who could blame them for that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, as a reminder to those whom pregnant including me, don't take any medicine without asking for the&amp;nbsp; doctor's opinion or advice. They know better what's good to us and the baby. Some of the medicine is not suitable for the baby and of course could affect the baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-5193009013401235950?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/5193009013401235950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/09/pregnancy-mumbling-about-medicine.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/5193009013401235950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/5193009013401235950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/09/pregnancy-mumbling-about-medicine.html' title='Pregnancy mumbling about medicine'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fMCRCzLPWiE/TmXH88G0sjI/AAAAAAAABCs/-XfMFHlUvDU/s72-c/Pregnancy+mumbling+about+medicine.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-6133901967375876122</id><published>2011-08-31T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T10:12:10.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday : Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ohCesfRo3nY/Tl2YYCknNwI/AAAAAAAABCk/dN15LJGDV2k/s1600/Wordless+Wednesday+Hari+Raya.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ohCesfRo3nY/Tl2YYCknNwI/AAAAAAAABCk/dN15LJGDV2k/s320/Wordless+Wednesday+Hari+Raya.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-6133901967375876122?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/6133901967375876122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/wordless-wednesday-hari-raya.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/6133901967375876122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/6133901967375876122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/wordless-wednesday-hari-raya.html' title='Wordless Wednesday : Hari Raya'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ohCesfRo3nY/Tl2YYCknNwI/AAAAAAAABCk/dN15LJGDV2k/s72-c/Wordless+Wednesday+Hari+Raya.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-5345517606657900489</id><published>2011-08-26T11:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T09:29:27.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello everyone, finally the fasting month is almost over and Hari Raya is around the corner. For my Muslim readers, how is your fasting month? is it great? or is it the same as mine? If you don't know what I mean, you can always read my post about &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/pregnancy-and-ramadan.html"&gt;pregnancy and ramadhan&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This ramadhan, I only managed to fasting for almost 12 days only. I know I am fasting like a kid but what can I do. I used to do the complementary ibadah which referred to the six days fast in the month of Syawal or would be easy to say it 'Puasa 6' in Malay, hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year, I don't know if I would be able to do the Puasa 6 again because I have so many fasting days that I missed and have to make out. I also have to add my weight as when I went to the clinic for the first time, my weight is 60.6 kg, and now it's already down to 59 kg (written in red).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGsEmbyo5YM/TlcWXWCWxuI/AAAAAAAABCg/mCaomf5lTzs/s1600/Pregnancy+report.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGsEmbyo5YM/TlcWXWCWxuI/AAAAAAAABCg/mCaomf5lTzs/s400/Pregnancy+report.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For some, it can be a good news but for a pregnant woman, it wasn't!! That's why it's written in red, uhuk uhuk. Thanks but no thanks to my nausea and vomiting problem, now I have to eat as much as I can so I can gain weight again before my next appointment (will talk more about it in my next post).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, enough with the mumbling, let's direct to the point then. Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri 2011 to all my Muslim readers, please forgive me if I had said something bad or sensitive issue that can hurt your feeling. To my non - Muslim readers, enjoy your holiday friends, :). Do take care and drive carefully wherever you go.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-5345517606657900489?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/5345517606657900489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri-2011.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/5345517606657900489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/5345517606657900489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri-2011.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri 2011'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGsEmbyo5YM/TlcWXWCWxuI/AAAAAAAABCg/mCaomf5lTzs/s72-c/Pregnancy+report.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-2576821245762999180</id><published>2011-08-25T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T08:42:05.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week, hubby and I went out to buy for some maternity dresses. I know it's still too early to buy for it because I am only 13 weeks right now, still too small to wear the maternity dress haha, but hubby insisted me to do it, so why not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To be honest, we have been looking in so many places for the maternity dresses and couldn't find any, when we finally found one, the price is 'oh my God'. It is RM179 per dress and I bought two, huhu. The dresses are fine and is comfortable to wear but is all the maternity dress is expensive like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YOShL-ei4Mc/TlWZkUw8gNI/AAAAAAAABCY/VLPf3DsXGmQ/s1600/Pregnancy+fashion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YOShL-ei4Mc/TlWZkUw8gNI/AAAAAAAABCY/VLPf3DsXGmQ/s320/Pregnancy+fashion.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The salesgirl said that the dresses is the latest pregnancy fashion but how should I know if it is true or not as never in my life before I'm buying any of that dress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6MMIJZCyiNA/TlWZ5y-wqeI/AAAAAAAABCc/tU8busxx5_U/s1600/Maternity+dresses.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6MMIJZCyiNA/TlWZ5y-wqeI/AAAAAAAABCc/tU8busxx5_U/s400/Maternity+dresses.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Couldn't imagine my mom bought dresses like that..huhuhu, any of you have any idea of where to find some fine yet cheaper maternity dresses? Please, don't tell me that such cheaper maternity dresses are not exist, uhuk uhuk..I think RM179 is too much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-2576821245762999180?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/2576821245762999180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/pregnancy-fashion.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/2576821245762999180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/2576821245762999180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/pregnancy-fashion.html' title='Pregnancy fashion'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YOShL-ei4Mc/TlWZkUw8gNI/AAAAAAAABCY/VLPf3DsXGmQ/s72-c/Pregnancy+fashion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-3552310051808273008</id><published>2011-08-24T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T08:09:04.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday : Another wedding picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ohIMOuPPS8/TlRA5TN-TLI/AAAAAAAABCU/ST7CVrO5Sv0/s1600/Wordless+Wednesday+Another+wedding+picture.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ohIMOuPPS8/TlRA5TN-TLI/AAAAAAAABCU/ST7CVrO5Sv0/s640/Wordless+Wednesday+Another+wedding+picture.JPG" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-3552310051808273008?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/3552310051808273008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/wordless-wednesday-another-wedding.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3552310051808273008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3552310051808273008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/wordless-wednesday-another-wedding.html' title='Wordless Wednesday : Another wedding picture'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ohIMOuPPS8/TlRA5TN-TLI/AAAAAAAABCU/ST7CVrO5Sv0/s72-c/Wordless+Wednesday+Another+wedding+picture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-3373508402347036757</id><published>2011-08-22T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T12:09:51.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>The clinic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first time I went to clinic to check my pregnancy, I didn't bring anything, hehe so when I want to register and the nurse asked for our married certificate, we were surprised. Fortunately for us that our house isn't so far from the clinic, so hubby went home to take it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lsNC8ESA7EY/TlHWdISr6AI/AAAAAAAABCQ/V9opecPU64A/s1600/The+clinic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lsNC8ESA7EY/TlHWdISr6AI/AAAAAAAABCQ/V9opecPU64A/s320/The+clinic.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the&amp;nbsp; registration, the nurse asked me to fill up our information and asked me when was my last period, so I told her and she start to calculate. Short after, she looked at me and said ' you are only 5 weeks pregnant, still too early to check, do come again later' and she gave me the exact date when to come there again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hubby and I laughed out loud after leaving the clinic, even the nurse said ' it's normal to get excited as this is your first child'. In fact, my hubby had asked her cousin who worked as a nurse in a hospital and she told us to go to the clinic as soon as possible because if we don't, the nurse will get angry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Come the date that the nurse said, we went to the clinic again as early as 7.30 a.m, hahaha and the clinic still not opened that time. We have to wait inside our car for almost half an hour before the door was opened. The first thing I have to do is answering a set of questions about my self and my family history and defining my weigh, then the nurse asked me to pee and go to the next room where the other nurse took my blood to check for HIV, type of blood and the concentration of my blood. (Will explain more about it later).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After that, I went to the next room where the other nurse checked my breast (checking for the sign of cancer), and she explained about the good of breastfeeding to our baby. She also taught me what kind of food that is good for blood and a little about folic acid. Then, she asked me to take the vitamin in the pharmacy counter and that's all, hehe. &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/8835673323122201792-3373508402347036757?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/3373508402347036757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/clinic.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3373508402347036757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3373508402347036757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/clinic.html' title='The clinic'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lsNC8ESA7EY/TlHWdISr6AI/AAAAAAAABCQ/V9opecPU64A/s72-c/The+clinic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-8266463428286410878</id><published>2011-08-17T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T10:38:41.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday : Mom in pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-B7F_2O3wM/TkspkjAkSLI/AAAAAAAABCM/WbNmxwubzIg/s1600/Wordless+Wednesday+Mom+in+pink.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-B7F_2O3wM/TkspkjAkSLI/AAAAAAAABCM/WbNmxwubzIg/s400/Wordless+Wednesday+Mom+in+pink.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-8266463428286410878?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/8266463428286410878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/wordless-wednesday-mom-in-pink.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8266463428286410878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8266463428286410878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/wordless-wednesday-mom-in-pink.html' title='Wordless Wednesday : Mom in pink'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-B7F_2O3wM/TkspkjAkSLI/AAAAAAAABCM/WbNmxwubzIg/s72-c/Wordless+Wednesday+Mom+in+pink.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-5397753148820992785</id><published>2011-08-16T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T08:31:57.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know that I love pink colour right? but, that is not the reason I choose Mariah Carey's Luscious Pink as my pregnancy gift. In fact, I don't know why I choose that perfume, (as I am sure, most of you know that Elizabeth Arden offered lots of&amp;nbsp; perfumes) maybe because of the combination of the bottle and the colour (I like butterfly). But, I love the smell, nice and soft, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JDOSrLLbP5Q/Tkm6UD8gYSI/AAAAAAAABCI/sdfRkqk9MVY/s1600/Pregnancy+gift.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JDOSrLLbP5Q/Tkm6UD8gYSI/AAAAAAAABCI/sdfRkqk9MVY/s320/Pregnancy+gift.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At first, buying a perfume for me is not in the list. It's hubby who need one, but than I got jealous and want one for myself too, hehe, and when the salesgirl asked whether&amp;nbsp; it's a gift or not, that's when hubby said to me 'consider it as a pregnancy gift'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have to wait almost half an hour in the counter for the perfume to be pack neat and nicely, hahaha. Hubby said ' why you don't tell her no need to pack it like that?' and I said 'that is a&amp;nbsp; gift so it has to be packed nicely and pretty' hahaha. I think the price is around RM290, forgot already, hihihi. Oh, and they give me a silver bag and a lip gloss too for free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Want to know&amp;nbsp; some about this perfume called Mariah Carey's Luscious Pink? well, that perfume is define as ethereal, magical and feminine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Top notes - Sparkling&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A sheer, flirty blend of Silican Bergamot and Ocean Breeze Accord is melded with breezy floral notes and accented with a hint of&amp;nbsp; Bellini Accord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Mid notes - Feminine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inviting and alluring, the soft essence of Pink Peony is captured in the delicate heart of the fragrance. Wrapped in its beauty, dewy Tiare Petals and Lily of the valley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Base notes - Sensual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A rich blend of bright blond woods and creamy sandalwood create a unique combination of Sun-Kissed Woods. Wrapped in sultry White Musk, the base reveals sensual warmth and long lasting depth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anywhere, this pregnancy gift is unplanned, but I still want to thanks my hubby for the gift. This pregnancy is actually a gift for his birthday, as he once told me 'no need to buy me anything for my birthday, a baby is more than enough'.&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 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/8835673323122201792-5397753148820992785?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/5397753148820992785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/pregnancy-gift.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/5397753148820992785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/5397753148820992785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/pregnancy-gift.html' title='Pregnancy gift'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JDOSrLLbP5Q/Tkm6UD8gYSI/AAAAAAAABCI/sdfRkqk9MVY/s72-c/Pregnancy+gift.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-3997998698485217780</id><published>2011-08-13T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T11:43:04.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>I keep seeing things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know why but last night, I think I keep seeing things and it's scared me very much. Right before I want to sleep, I keep seeing something that look like a black thing or a shadow in the corner of my eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just imagine how I felt that time...and my hands keep touching my stomach or should I called it 'baby'?, with a hope that nothing bad will happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the morning, around 5.00 am, I was surprised to see there's something in the door that almost look like in the picture under (or should we call it portiere?) but it was more like a plant or something and of course was also in black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_5SRsMEuQ0/TkXuKwtJSDI/AAAAAAAABCE/6Jtw9jiEheg/s1600/I+keep+seeing+things.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_5SRsMEuQ0/TkXuKwtJSDI/AAAAAAAABCE/6Jtw9jiEheg/s320/I+keep+seeing+things.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture: credit to Google&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I almost think that it was real and a bit excited, because it look so beautiful as the thing was not only in the door but almost surrounding the whole room, but then I was terrified when I remember that there wasn't any sign of it before I went to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its scared me but in the same time, I was confuse, how on earth I could see such nonsense thing in this Holy month of Ramadan? Or was it only a dream? But, I am pretty sure I was awake at that time, huhuhuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-3997998698485217780?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/3997998698485217780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-keep-seeing-things.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3997998698485217780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3997998698485217780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-keep-seeing-things.html' title='I keep seeing things'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_5SRsMEuQ0/TkXuKwtJSDI/AAAAAAAABCE/6Jtw9jiEheg/s72-c/I+keep+seeing+things.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-5262831849577725531</id><published>2011-08-11T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T09:06:33.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Transgender and transsexual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been read so many comments and story in the news about the transgender and transsexual and I know I don't have the right to make any comment on these matter as I am not an expert in religion, in fact I don't even know how to read in Jawi or Arab. I also don't have any siblings or relatives who facing this problem, but I do have some friends who facing with this problem. You can read my old post about them in my post entitled : &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2010/11/thank-you-to-my-best-friends.html"&gt;Thank you to my best friend&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kX8woymImAE/TkMq-GONVsI/AAAAAAAABBw/DIvs536MFLg/s1600/Transgender+and+transsexual.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kX8woymImAE/TkMq-GONVsI/AAAAAAAABBw/DIvs536MFLg/s400/Transgender+and+transsexual.JPG" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let's start by the meaning of that two words. Transgender means appearing as, wishing to be considered as or having undergone surgery to become a member of the opposite sex while transsexual means one who wishes to be considered by society as a member of the opposite sex or one who has undergone a sex change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, in my best friends case, they only appear as a woman in certain things like the way that they walk, talk or eating while in clothing, they still look like a man. You might think that they are 'lelaki lembut' and still able to marry a woman, but no. They don't have any heart or feeling towards woman and that is why I feel safe with 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 still remember when Hamid @ Hamidah told me '' I know something inside me want to get out, but not getting married while I have the ability to is a big sin already, I don't want to add it with any stupid action like undergoing a sex change or take a hormone pill like my other friends. I don't want to lie to myself by getting married to stop the bad talking from the old folks while in fact, I don't have any feeling towards woman. I am willing to live like this until the end of my life but getting my sex change is a big no as I don't want my body and soul rejected (tidak diterima bumi) when I died.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He also once told me ''no matter how beautiful we are and no matter how ugly women are&amp;nbsp; but nobody can change the fact that we still cannot get pregnant. That is why I never feel jealous when the boy that I like has girlfriend. But I do feel jealous when the boy choose another transgender like me''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just sharing what my friend said. I'm glad though that he still hold his religion tightly and not following his emotion only. May God bless&amp;nbsp; his life, :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-5262831849577725531?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/5262831849577725531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/transgender-and-transsexual.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/5262831849577725531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/5262831849577725531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/transgender-and-transsexual.html' title='Transgender and transsexual'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kX8woymImAE/TkMq-GONVsI/AAAAAAAABBw/DIvs536MFLg/s72-c/Transgender+and+transsexual.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-180647334999712837</id><published>2011-08-10T07:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T07:47:02.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday : Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-faMcjacUv0E/TiTVcgnNy1I/AAAAAAAABBA/nLwOW64V75Q/s1600/Wordless+Wednesday+Dad.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-faMcjacUv0E/TiTVcgnNy1I/AAAAAAAABBA/nLwOW64V75Q/s320/Wordless+Wednesday+Dad.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-180647334999712837?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/180647334999712837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/wordless-wednesday-dad.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/180647334999712837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/180647334999712837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/wordless-wednesday-dad.html' title='Wordless Wednesday : Dad'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-faMcjacUv0E/TiTVcgnNy1I/AAAAAAAABBA/nLwOW64V75Q/s72-c/Wordless+Wednesday+Dad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-508330245244130574</id><published>2011-08-09T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T10:25:43.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy and ramadan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2010/09/ramadhan-this-year-2010.html"&gt;Ramadhan this year&lt;/a&gt; is for sure is not the best one in&amp;nbsp; my life. There's a big difference between Ramadhan last year and now and you will know what I mean if you are pregnant in an early stage during Ramadhan with all the nausea and vomiting problem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MpvitH9zZu0/TkCYBWzTk6I/AAAAAAAABBo/zY4W1RifnaE/s1600/Pregnancy+and+ramadan.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MpvitH9zZu0/TkCYBWzTk6I/AAAAAAAABBo/zY4W1RifnaE/s320/Pregnancy+and+ramadan.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vomiting is something that I really cannot stand. Every time I vomit, feels like all of my energy has been taken away and of course I cannot fasting when vomiting become my good friend (and I'd been dreaming that I could fasting 30 days without fail, huhuhu).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There isn't any wrong with pregnancy and Ramadhan and you can still fasting even if you are pregnant. But for under 12 weeks or below 35 weeks, you have to asked your doctor if you are strong enough to fasting. The nurse said, I am fine and can fasting if not because&amp;nbsp; of the vomiting problem (sad again).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate vomiting but having read that vomiting is one of the sign that shows our pregnancy is strong and not in the risk of miscarriage, is somehow make me relieve. I don't know if it is true or not tough, hehehe. What do you think about it? Care to share some of your fasting experience while pregnant? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last but not least, &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-ramadhan-1431-hijrah.html"&gt;Happy Ramadhan&lt;/a&gt; everyone, hopefully this Ramadhan will bring joy to all of you.&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/8835673323122201792-508330245244130574?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/508330245244130574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/pregnancy-and-ramadan.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/508330245244130574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/508330245244130574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/pregnancy-and-ramadan.html' title='Pregnancy and ramadan'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MpvitH9zZu0/TkCYBWzTk6I/AAAAAAAABBo/zY4W1RifnaE/s72-c/Pregnancy+and+ramadan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-1610679567507796685</id><published>2011-08-03T07:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T07:58:28.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday : The wedding picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvdEhRUSqg4/TiTYrZP7xLI/AAAAAAAABBE/thSfvVvy1zg/s1600/Wordless+Wednesday+The+wedding+picture.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvdEhRUSqg4/TiTYrZP7xLI/AAAAAAAABBE/thSfvVvy1zg/s400/Wordless+Wednesday+The+wedding+picture.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-1610679567507796685?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/1610679567507796685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/wordless-wednesday-wedding-picture.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/1610679567507796685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/1610679567507796685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/08/wordless-wednesday-wedding-picture.html' title='Wordless Wednesday : The wedding picture'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvdEhRUSqg4/TiTYrZP7xLI/AAAAAAAABBE/thSfvVvy1zg/s72-c/Wordless+Wednesday+The+wedding+picture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-2845684189289749904</id><published>2011-07-23T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T12:54:12.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Mom the gamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah, my &lt;b&gt;mom the gamer&lt;/b&gt;! Hihihih, it's maybe hard to believe but my parents love to play games. It is only a simple pc game but seeing them playing it somehow make me smile. My dad also love to play pc game but he don't play the game like my mom do. My dad more to snooker game while my mom is more to the fun game like what shown on the picture below. I forgot the name of the game but it's something about turtle I guess.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-siPpubMPfGw/TiZmDSgul7I/AAAAAAAABBY/fZV0EfwenmY/s1600/mom+the+gamer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-siPpubMPfGw/TiZmDSgul7I/AAAAAAAABBY/fZV0EfwenmY/s320/mom+the+gamer.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They only play games on pc and don't dare to touch our laptops. This old pc is actually bought 10 years ago, while I was in UMS. Come my sisters turn, they didn't want this pc, they want their own lappy instead, hehehe, so this pc is only been keep in the house for almost 7 years. Nobody want to&amp;nbsp; use it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day, my youngest brother, Atan connected all the pc wires himself, and he was only 8 that time. I guess he learned it from his computer lesson. So, I installed some games there, games that simple and isn't hard to play.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fFXwVv41lHw/TiZmX9s0QSI/AAAAAAAABBc/hDhVFOpMEgU/s1600/mom+the+gamer2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fFXwVv41lHw/TiZmX9s0QSI/AAAAAAAABBc/hDhVFOpMEgU/s320/mom+the+gamer2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The pc is placed in my parents room,&amp;nbsp; even if I didn't installed any games&amp;nbsp; there, I know they will asked for it later. The game as shown on picture above is my mom favourite. This is the only game that she played as it was easy and colourful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My dad is addicted to the snooker games and there was a time when I called him for dinner and his answer was 'Wait until I can get a new record', haha.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I enjoyed teaching them how to play game or how to type a message on their mobile because they are not afraid to learn something new. Tell you one more secret, they only know how to turn on and off the computer, while the typing work, they gave it all to their children, hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-2845684189289749904?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/2845684189289749904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/07/mom-gamer.html#comment-form' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/2845684189289749904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/2845684189289749904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/07/mom-gamer.html' title='Mom the gamer'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-siPpubMPfGw/TiZmDSgul7I/AAAAAAAABBY/fZV0EfwenmY/s72-c/mom+the+gamer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-8397950532987991651</id><published>2011-07-22T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T08:51:27.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Folic acid and pregnancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I made the post &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/07/being-pregnant.html"&gt;being pregnant&lt;/a&gt;, a blogger named &lt;a href="http://lieyalatif.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lieya Latif&lt;/a&gt; commented about taking lots of folic acid and milk. Thus make me wonder what is the benefit&amp;nbsp; of&amp;nbsp; folic acid to pregnant woman and where can I get it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LShQiyTEC7E/TiZSwH3VY_I/AAAAAAAABBQ/ZoOpcwcEVG4/s1600/Folic+acid+and+pregnancy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LShQiyTEC7E/TiZSwH3VY_I/AAAAAAAABBQ/ZoOpcwcEVG4/s320/Folic+acid+and+pregnancy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Folic acid according to the book that I read, also called folate is a B vitamin (B9) which can be found mostly in leafy green vegetables like kale and spinach, orange juice and enriched grains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfing the web about folic acid is somewhat interesting for me. Turn out that this acid is not only recommended for pregnant woman but also to those who want to get pregnant. This vitamin is needed to make a new cells in our body. Pregnant woman need lots of this vitamin to make sure that the baby is developing well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know a little about this vitamin, but where can you get this? Especially if you are not really into leafy green vegetables like me, hehehe. Well, you can always buy folic acid tablets from pharmacies. As for me, I get it from the milk that I drink twice a day and also from my multivitamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we know that I am pregnant, hubby bought me the Enfamama A+ milk and Anmum Materna. I am not a fan of milk, so you can imagine how hard for me to drink the milk, but I accidently saw the words 'Acid folic'&amp;nbsp; on the milk can on one sweet evening and that is where I take the milk seriously now, not skipping it anymore, hehehe. Will talk about it in my next post. See you later, :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8835673323122201792-8397950532987991651?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/8397950532987991651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/07/folic-acid-and-pregnancy.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8397950532987991651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8397950532987991651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/07/folic-acid-and-pregnancy.html' title='Folic acid and pregnancy'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LShQiyTEC7E/TiZSwH3VY_I/AAAAAAAABBQ/ZoOpcwcEVG4/s72-c/Folic+acid+and+pregnancy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-35274405884304345</id><published>2011-07-21T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T08:52:39.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Baby development during pregnancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once you are pregnant, I am pretty sure that you really want to know what is happening inside and how your &lt;b&gt;baby development during pregnancy&lt;/b&gt; are&amp;nbsp; and what your baby looks like inside. Since the pregnancy stage is calculated from the first day of our last period, we are considered as 2 weeks pregnant when fertilization occurs. You can find out more about your pregnancy in this website called &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/pregnancy"&gt;babycenter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjK1JTE35IY/TiZkLb5uDXI/AAAAAAAABBU/YLVUWwxNw3o/s1600/Baby+development.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjK1JTE35IY/TiZkLb5uDXI/AAAAAAAABBU/YLVUWwxNw3o/s320/Baby+development.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks : Your baby is just a little ball of cells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3 weeks : Your baby is just a tiny ball of cells that are multiplying madly. By this time, you can have a pregnancy test for a positive result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4 weeks : Your baby is just the size of a poppy seed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5 weeks : Your baby is the same size&amp;nbsp; of a sesame seed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6 weeks : Major development, where the nose, mouth and ears are starting to have a shape. Your baby size the same as the size of a lentil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7 weeks : Arms, legs, hands and feet are emerging. By this time, your baby is the about the size of a blueberry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8 weeks : Your baby is about the size of a kidney bean. By this time, fingers, toes and eyelids are developed, but you still cannot determine the gender yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9 weeks : Your baby is about the size of a grape. Eyes are fully formed by this stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10 weeks : Your baby is about the size of a kumquat. Your baby has now completed the most critical portion of development. This is the time to go to 'Klinik Ibu dan anak' @ Mother and child clinic to register about your pregnancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11 weeks : Your baby is the size of a fig and is almost fully formed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12 weeks : Your baby is the size of a lime.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;13 weeks : Your baby is almost the same size of a medium shrimp. Fingerprints have formed. This is the last week of your trimester and the risk of miscarriage is much lower now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;14 weeks : Your baby is about the size of a lemon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;15 weeks : Your baby size now is the same as the size of an apple. You can now be able to find out the gender of your baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;16 weeks : The baby is the size of an avocado.You can now feel the movement of your baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;17 weeks : Your baby weighs 5 ounces now and it is the same as the weight of a turnip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;18 weeks : Your baby is about the length of a bell pepper. From now on, it is recommended for you to lie down on your side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;19 weeks : Your baby is about the size of a large heirloom tomato. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;20 weeks : Your baby is about the length of a banana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;21 weeks : Your baby now is the same length of a carrot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;22 weeks : Your baby now is the same length of a spaghetti squash and starting to look as a miniature newborn.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;23 weeks : Your baby now is about the size of&amp;nbsp; a large mango.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;24 weeks : Baby is the size of an ear of corn.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;25 weeks : Your baby weighs as much as a rutabaga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;26 weeks : Your baby now is as long as an English hothouse cucumber. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;27 weeks : Your baby weighs almost like&amp;nbsp; a head of cauliflower.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;28 weeks : Your baby weighs as much as a Chinese cabbage. This is the starting of your final trimester. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;29 weeks : Your baby is as big as a butternut squash weight wise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;30 weeks : Baby weights as much as a large cabbage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;31 weeks : Baby weights as much as four oranges. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;32 weeks : Baby weights as much as a jicama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;33 weeks : Your baby weights as much as a pineapple.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;34 weeks : Your baby weights as much as a cantaloupe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;35 weeks : Your baby weights as much as a honeydew melon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;36 weeks : Baby is the size of a crenshaw melon and most likely the baby is in a head down position now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;37 weeks : Baby is as long as a stalk of Swiss chard and is considered as full term. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;38 weeks : Baby is as long as a leek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;39 weeks : Baby weights as much as a mini watermelon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;40 weeks : Baby weights as much as a small pumpkin.This is where your due date is supposed to be and if you are still not giving birth, don't worry, you still have a couple of weeks before you are considered&amp;nbsp; as a post-term.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;41 weeks to 42 weeks : 42 weeks is the maximum, doctor will inducing labor by that time, for the sake of you and your baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is amazing to see the development of your baby, isn't it? &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/07/being-pregnant.html"&gt;Being pregnant&lt;/a&gt; is really such a sweet feeling. Even the morning sickness, losing your appetite and all of the &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/07/early-pregnancy-signs.html"&gt;early pregnancy signs&lt;/a&gt; are not a great feeling but you will appreciate it if you really know what is the connection of that morning sickness and miscarriage.&amp;nbsp; Don't worry, I will explain about it later in my next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-35274405884304345?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/35274405884304345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/07/baby-development-during-pregnancy.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/35274405884304345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/35274405884304345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/07/baby-development-during-pregnancy.html' title='Baby development during pregnancy'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjK1JTE35IY/TiZkLb5uDXI/AAAAAAAABBU/YLVUWwxNw3o/s72-c/Baby+development.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-6903511073772164074</id><published>2011-07-20T08:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T08:31:48.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday : Grandmother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is my lovely grandmother from my mom side. She have two daughters and a son. My mom is the second. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8SjCQSlvZz4/TiTSta2YsMI/AAAAAAAABA8/4K8Za1_zSp4/s1600/Wordless+Wednesday+Grandmother.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8SjCQSlvZz4/TiTSta2YsMI/AAAAAAAABA8/4K8Za1_zSp4/s320/Wordless+Wednesday+Grandmother.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-6903511073772164074?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/6903511073772164074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/07/wordless-wednesday-grandmother.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/6903511073772164074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/6903511073772164074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/07/wordless-wednesday-grandmother.html' title='Wordless Wednesday : Grandmother'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8SjCQSlvZz4/TiTSta2YsMI/AAAAAAAABA8/4K8Za1_zSp4/s72-c/Wordless+Wednesday+Grandmother.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-9071137338694957420</id><published>2011-07-19T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T08:29:52.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Early pregnancy signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Early pregnancy signs are something that you have to learn if you are expecting one. Fortunately for me, there's a lot of books about pregnancy I can refer to in my house. Even before I get &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/07/being-pregnant.html"&gt;pregnant&lt;/a&gt;, I already read all the books about getting pregnant, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qHHJ21kWoQY/TiTPQzrVFnI/AAAAAAAABA0/uRrSa2RKBt4/s1600/Early+pregnancy+signs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qHHJ21kWoQY/TiTPQzrVFnI/AAAAAAAABA0/uRrSa2RKBt4/s320/Early+pregnancy+signs.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Early pregnancy signs; according to the book I'd read (refer to the picture below):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HeJm6wydot8/TiTPVW-aFvI/AAAAAAAABA4/fflk4xdWGzc/s1600/Early+pregnancy+signs1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HeJm6wydot8/TiTPVW-aFvI/AAAAAAAABA4/fflk4xdWGzc/s400/Early+pregnancy+signs1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;1. Tender breasts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Breasts  are often the first body part that noticeable. Newly pregnant breasts  can be tender, full, achy, swollen, tingly, sensitive and even painful  to touch (I experienced most of it). Sometimes these signs show up  within a few days of conception, sometimes they hold off until weeks  later (in my case, these sign is still on).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Implantation spotting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A  significant minority of newly expectant mums (around 20%) notice scant  spotting when an embryo burrows its way into the uterine wall. Such  so-called implantation bleeding will likely arrive earlier than your  expected monthly flow - usually around five to 10 days after conception.  Its much lighter than your period, spotty and not continuous bleeding.  (I didn't experience any).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Urinary frequency&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The  need to pee with annoying frequency can appear on the pregnancy scene  fairly early, usually about two to three weeks after conception. That's  because pregnant kidneys must work overtime to filter waste from the  blood once there's an extra waste producer on board. (I agree with this  one, it's really annoying when even at midnight I&amp;nbsp; have to pee).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Fatigue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Early pregnancy is typically exhausting, leaving  you feeling sluggish, sleepy and sofa-loving. That's because your body  is beginning to crank up its baby-making machine (particularly the  placenta manufacturing) and that takes a lot of energy you have on hand.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Nausea&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the symptom that can sign on early, in some cases, just days after conception, though it's more likely to show up four weeks later. Though pregnancy hormones are responsible for so-called morning sickness, not every mum to be gets the queasies, and far from all experience vomiting, since hormones affect every woman differently. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Smell sensitivity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Does your nose know something you don't know? Some newly pregnant women report a heightened sense of smell early on, and that could be owing to the increasing amount of oestrogen in your system during early pregnancy. If your sniffer's suddenly more sensitive (and easily offended), pregnancy might be in the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. Missed period&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If your two week wait doesn't end with a period (like mine), especially if your periods generally run like clockwork, it may be time to celebrate. Break out the pregnancy test and hopefully the sparkling apple juice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I experienced all of the signs except sign number 2, I knew that I am pregnant. Right now, I cannot stand the smell of chips, soy sauce and noodle. I also will get angry easily when I heard loud sound, so fussy, isn't it? hehehe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week, I don't have any problem with eating, but this week, I don't know what to eat and cook, I really lose my appetite. Milk is a must now in the house, even I don't like milk, but I have to drink it for the sake of the baby and I, I guess, hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-9071137338694957420?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/9071137338694957420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/07/early-pregnancy-signs.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/9071137338694957420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/9071137338694957420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/07/early-pregnancy-signs.html' title='Early pregnancy signs'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qHHJ21kWoQY/TiTPQzrVFnI/AAAAAAAABA0/uRrSa2RKBt4/s72-c/Early+pregnancy+signs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-4159161112080993674</id><published>2011-07-13T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T08:16:48.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday : Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This cage used to be the house of my dad's tokek, but dad released it few months ago and all of the sudden, this monkey come to our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iBfbBM8ygeA/Thw3Slzh0TI/AAAAAAAAA_k/DtPgkmmN7tk/s1600/Wordless+Wednesday+Monkey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iBfbBM8ygeA/Thw3Slzh0TI/AAAAAAAAA_k/DtPgkmmN7tk/s400/Wordless+Wednesday+Monkey.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8835673323122201792-4159161112080993674?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/4159161112080993674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/07/wordless-wednesday-monkey.html#comment-form' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/4159161112080993674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/4159161112080993674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/07/wordless-wednesday-monkey.html' title='Wordless Wednesday : Monkey'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iBfbBM8ygeA/Thw3Slzh0TI/AAAAAAAAA_k/DtPgkmmN7tk/s72-c/Wordless+Wednesday+Monkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-1149870287250420790</id><published>2011-07-12T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T13:59:35.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Being pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not sure what other women feel when being pregnant for the first time, but for me, two weeks before my period, I noticed some changed in my body, especially the breasts, its feel achy, tender and full but very sensitive and painful to touch and getting bigger and&amp;nbsp; it's not surprising me when hubby love to see it, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wPoDdtGs-Ik/ThvfDYLsURI/AAAAAAAAA_g/bHYQelhBtrk/s1600/Being+pregnant.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wPoDdtGs-Ik/ThvfDYLsURI/AAAAAAAAA_g/bHYQelhBtrk/s400/Being+pregnant.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I also easily fall asleep almost all of the time. I feel tired&amp;nbsp; and not comfortable with my body. Toilet become the most visited room after the bedroom, hihihih. After I missed my period, the pregnancy test is a must of course, and&amp;nbsp; when&amp;nbsp; it show the double line, hubby brought me to the nearest clinic to check (once again, to make it&amp;nbsp; sure). Again the result is positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby asked me why I didn't vomit like what we always see on movie or drama, but I guess I am&amp;nbsp; lucky enough to not experienced&amp;nbsp; it. I do facing the nausea problem until now and sometimes I loose my appetite. I do feel sorry for hubby for not being able to eat spicy food because of the doctor advice not&amp;nbsp; to eat spicy food to&amp;nbsp; me. So, there is no spicy food in the house right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also cannot eat durian and cold drink is a big no too. The doctor gave me a vitamin (written on the cover is 'untuk kembangkan anak' (or in English, perhaps I could translate it like this 'to make the baby bigger'?) so that the baby will easily be seen when it's been scan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, how about yours? Care to share your experiences here? Next post I will share about the early signs of pregnancy.&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/8835673323122201792-1149870287250420790?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/1149870287250420790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/07/being-pregnant.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/1149870287250420790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/1149870287250420790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/07/being-pregnant.html' title='Being pregnant'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wPoDdtGs-Ik/ThvfDYLsURI/AAAAAAAAA_g/bHYQelhBtrk/s72-c/Being+pregnant.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-5723583538135839513</id><published>2011-07-06T08:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T08:54:17.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday : The Double Lines</title><content type='html'>Just want to share the happy news, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZjhYhhak4s/ThKbt5-2CeI/AAAAAAAAA-0/uiz5tljaU3o/s1600/Wordless+Wednesday+The+Double+Lines.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZjhYhhak4s/ThKbt5-2CeI/AAAAAAAAA-0/uiz5tljaU3o/s320/Wordless+Wednesday+The+Double+Lines.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-5723583538135839513?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/5723583538135839513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/07/wordless-wednesday-double-lines.html#comment-form' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/5723583538135839513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/5723583538135839513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/07/wordless-wednesday-double-lines.html' title='Wordless Wednesday : The Double Lines'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZjhYhhak4s/ThKbt5-2CeI/AAAAAAAAA-0/uiz5tljaU3o/s72-c/Wordless+Wednesday+The+Double+Lines.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-2200852045515206278</id><published>2011-07-05T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T10:34:49.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>The advantages of blogging in English</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, hopefully I am not creating any controversy with this post. I know some people don't like me for blogging in English. But, how else can I improve my language? I cannot see the other easier and cheaper way to improve it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As you can see here, there are so much mistakes in my writing especially my grammar. But, just by reading english papers or books are not enough for me. I have to make some exercise too, but I am too old to be in school anymore, so blogging is another choice to do it. Aw, I am sure most of you ever heard the saying 'practice makes perfect' right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After more than a year in this blogging world, I can see some of the advantages of blogging in English and Malay. By blogging in english, my visitors are not only from Malaysia, but also from United States, Philippines, United Kingdom, and many more. Some of them even leave their comments in my blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dNo_vTDMvDM/Tgl6M_cNsAI/AAAAAAAAA-w/F4GwKCDz2Ck/s1600/The+advantages+of+blogging+in+English.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dNo_vTDMvDM/Tgl6M_cNsAI/AAAAAAAAA-w/F4GwKCDz2Ck/s400/The+advantages+of+blogging+in+English.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At first, I was so afraid to comment to their blog again because their&amp;nbsp; language is better than mine, but now, I just ignored that feeling and getting used to it. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that blogging in Malay cannot attract visitors from other country, I also have three blogs in Malay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If the contents of your blogs are good, I am pretty sure people will find a way in trying to understand it, and the last choice is by translating it using google translate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My hubby also doing his personal blog in english and his adsense is doing so well. Since the paid is in dollar, so I think blogging in english is an advantage for those who have adsense. But, blogging in this foreign language also have its&amp;nbsp; own disadvantage which is Malay bloggers are afraid to come and give their comments. It is mostly because they are afraid that I do not understand Malay or they don't understand of what am I talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Auw... we are Malaysian, so don't worry, I know how to speak Malay and I speak Sabahan even more better, :D. I enjoy reading some of my regular commentator like Zik and akubiomed. They used to give their comments in Malay, but now, they tried their best to comment in English, hehehe. &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/8835673323122201792-2200852045515206278?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/2200852045515206278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/07/advantages-of-blogging-in-english.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/2200852045515206278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/2200852045515206278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/07/advantages-of-blogging-in-english.html' title='The advantages of blogging in English'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dNo_vTDMvDM/Tgl6M_cNsAI/AAAAAAAAA-w/F4GwKCDz2Ck/s72-c/The+advantages+of+blogging+in+English.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-6985052458994247271</id><published>2011-06-28T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:03:25.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'>Google Pagerank Update June 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am pretty sure most of you already checked your latest PR, right? Some have up and some have down but whatever it is, do keep blogging, never give up, :D. This Google pagerank update June 2011 thing give such a huge impact for me as three of my personal blog get PR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last evening, hubby called me and said SBC get PR2. He got so excited that i got punched on the nose, ouch! Than he said 'let's check yours' and I become nervous all of the sudden and said very humble to him ' so impossible for that blog to have a PR' but then there it was, PR2, hehe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After checking some PR for our friends blog, we checked the blog about tokek, not bad of getting PR1 as I never do any blogwalking for that blog. Hubby checked his personal blog, it's still PR3, so I let my hubby finishing his work while I messaging Jane @ Sumandak Kinabalu to tell her that her blog also get PR2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An hour later, hubby come to me and said 'do you want to know another good news?' Well, of course I do, so he said 'come here if you want to know' (hubby doing his work in another room). Turned out that my brand new blog 'Baju Kurung Budak' also get PR2. It was so unbelievable as that blog is so new, not even reaching 2 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7X2mO3rmfD0/TgldhhwLiPI/AAAAAAAAA-k/78oldlLNlSI/s1600/Google+Pagerank+Update+June+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7X2mO3rmfD0/TgldhhwLiPI/AAAAAAAAA-k/78oldlLNlSI/s320/Google+Pagerank+Update+June+2011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baju Kurung Budak&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One more happy news is SBC in BM version also known as PBS also get PR1,even the latest update for that blog is March 2011, hehehe. So five good news for me for this June pagerank update. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xLGwhL9ggDg/TgldrzLj7MI/AAAAAAAAA-s/CzBlDaCQ1fE/s1600/SBC+in+BM+Version.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xLGwhL9ggDg/TgldrzLj7MI/AAAAAAAAA-s/CzBlDaCQ1fE/s320/SBC+in+BM+Version.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;SBC in Malay Version&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, congratulation to everyone who get PR for this updates. I know most of the regular commentators here have managed to get PR, :D.&amp;nbsp; Once again, a big congratulation to all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-6985052458994247271?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/6985052458994247271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/06/google-pagerank-update-june-2011.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/6985052458994247271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/6985052458994247271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/06/google-pagerank-update-june-2011.html' title='Google Pagerank Update June 2011'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7X2mO3rmfD0/TgldhhwLiPI/AAAAAAAAA-k/78oldlLNlSI/s72-c/Google+Pagerank+Update+June+2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-1447438785857029979</id><published>2011-06-26T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T23:09:25.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>I want Bugatti Veyron</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Wednesday we was on our way to Malacca since my hubby had some work there. It was a boring journey since that wasn't the first time we went there. The hot weather also made me sleepy. Hmmm, you must be wondering now what is the connection with this post and Bugatti Veyron right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, right before reaching Malacca, there was a siren and followed by some policemen with their bike asking the other cars including us to give a way. While we were busy wondering to whom&amp;nbsp; they were escorting, there was a luxurious car in white&amp;nbsp; and light blue colours passed through us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then my hubby was like 'that was the Sultan Johor's car! So sad we didn't take picture of it'. Then&amp;nbsp; I was like 'What is the big deal about it?' hahahaha but I only answered it on my mind though. Hubby kept mumbling about had not taken picture and I just ignored it. In fact I know nothing about that car. That is why I&amp;nbsp; don't know why it is such a big loss for not taking picture of it. Poor of me, so naive about car, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friday, we was on our way home, when suddenly we heard the siren again. This time hubby asked me to get ready to take picture and said 'take the picture if I said so'. So I just grabbed my phone and get ready, hehe. Here is the picture! Sorry if this picture is not in a good&amp;nbsp; angle, that was the only&amp;nbsp; angle I have, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i2KLmf27xUE/TgdKw3vnP2I/AAAAAAAAA-g/Z53pp_ma40c/s1600/I+want+Bugatti+Veyron.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i2KLmf27xUE/TgdKw3vnP2I/AAAAAAAAA-g/Z53pp_ma40c/s400/I+want+Bugatti+Veyron.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bH_Ac2psTfo/TgdC8WfQn1I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/3wNmAPT3538/s1600/the+luxurious+car.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bH_Ac2psTfo/TgdC8WfQn1I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/3wNmAPT3538/s400/the+luxurious+car.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hubby asked me to make a post about it, so while searching info for that car, I feel so lucky for having the chance to see that luxurious and the most expensive car in the world as well as the fastest one with my own eyes. Hubby! I want Bugatti Veyron!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some details about Bugatti Veyron that you need to know:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. The Veyron is powered by a compact 8.0-litre, 16-cylinder, W formation (basically two 4.0-litre V8s sharing a common crank), engine developing an astonishing 1001PS and 1250Nm of torque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. The 16.4 refers to the 16 cylinders and 4 turbos that the Veyron’s mighty engine boasts. Combined consumption is expected to be around 18mpg - but few will ever match that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. That powerplant is expected to enable the Veyron 16.4 to breach 400kph - or around 250mph - 10 mph more than the official record set by the Koenigsegg CCR at the Nardo track in Italy recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. All that power is distributed through a four-wheel-drive transmission featuring a sequential paddle-shift, seven-speed, double clutch, DSG (Direct Shift Gearbox) that pre-selects the next gear allowing for instantaneous shifting. A similar gearbox can be seen on the new Golf GTI and other cars in the Volkswagen group, that today owns Bugatti, Lamborghini and Bentley, as well as more down-to-earth marques like Skoda and Seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Braking is taken care of by carbon disc brakes and supplemented by the rear wing that doubles as an airbrake at speeds above 200kph. In addition the Veyron 16.4 has a separate calliper for its handbrake which features ABS – it can be used to stop the car safely in the event of a main brake failure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Bugatti claims that the Veyron 16.4 can stop from 250mph to standstill in ‘considerably less than 10 seconds’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. The first cars are expected to be delivered to customers in the second half of 2005 - somewhat later than its anticipated 2003 debut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. Performance figures have yet to be verified, but the Veyron 16.4 is expected to reach 62mph (100kph) in three seconds, and 186mph (300kph) in less than fourteen. The Ford GT, which is one of the fastest accelerating current road cars, does 0-60 in around 3.6 seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. Michelin has had to produce unique tyres to handle the Veyron 16.4’s unique performance. They feature the PAX run-flat system and can driven on flat for around 125 miles at up to 50mph. The rear tyres at 14.4-inches (540mm) in width are the widest fitted to a production car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10. With only 300 planned for production and priced around $1,000,000 the Bugatti is an expensive and exclusive toy. Despite that huge list price the Veyron 16.4 is never likely to recoup its massive development costs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All info was taken from &lt;a href="http://cars.uk.msn.com/news/articles.aspx?cp-documentid=147862785"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-1447438785857029979?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/1447438785857029979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-want-bugatti-veyron.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/1447438785857029979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/1447438785857029979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-want-bugatti-veyron.html' title='I want Bugatti Veyron'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i2KLmf27xUE/TgdKw3vnP2I/AAAAAAAAA-g/Z53pp_ma40c/s72-c/I+want+Bugatti+Veyron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-6383333888374009121</id><published>2011-06-23T12:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:45:39.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Blog as a personal diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've always wondering when reading some blog that tell about their personal story. I&amp;nbsp; didn't mind when they told about moving out, about their experience on getting pregnant or how they put their make up. That are something that I think are worth to share because we can get some information from it. But I do mind when they make their blog as a personal diary and told all of the details of their lives including their romance life, the bad side of their family and complaining about their life problem in their blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Come on people, just how stupid you are to realize that the whole world can read your&amp;nbsp; blog? I think that kind of story is a big NO in a blog. If&amp;nbsp; you want to make your blog as a diary, restrict your blog. How come you let your diary been read by the whole world? If&amp;nbsp; you don't know how to restrict your blog, just go to your blogger dashboard settings. Click the word 'permissions' and when you find the setting for the&amp;nbsp; blog reader, change it to 'only people I choose' or ''only blog authors', unless&amp;nbsp; you are hungry for a cheap publicity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Family is the most important one in our life and we&amp;nbsp; have no right to talk bad about them even if it is true. It's our role to hide their bad side&amp;nbsp; from the others. Revealing their bad manner is the&amp;nbsp; same as revealing your stupidity and immature attitude.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What about sharing your feeling when you have been dumped by your loved one? is&amp;nbsp; it acceptable for you? Some love to do that. Even put the details about their feeling on the blog. I really don't know what kind of people who do that but for sure, they are the kind who love to get sympathy from the whole world and are hunger for a cheap attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some love to share their life problems and keep complaining and moaning about&amp;nbsp; it. Worse, they&amp;nbsp; keep blaming other for their problem without the intention of looking and analyzing their self. What is the point to keep on blaming other on your blog? Does it mean that you&amp;nbsp; are so perfect and never do any mistake? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Auww, I think I'm going too far already, sorry for the harsh word but I hate people who make their blog as a diary and put it as a 'U' rated. For me, these kind&amp;nbsp; of people is so cheap and annoying. A diary is a diary and it's never meant to be read by others.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-siSWdbtFmDk/TgK8UH6_YNI/AAAAAAAAA-M/I_i_hFdiFkQ/s1600/Blog+as+a+personal+diary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-siSWdbtFmDk/TgK8UH6_YNI/AAAAAAAAA-M/I_i_hFdiFkQ/s400/Blog+as+a+personal+diary.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peace!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/8835673323122201792-6383333888374009121?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/6383333888374009121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-as-personal-diary.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/6383333888374009121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/6383333888374009121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-as-personal-diary.html' title='Blog as a personal diary'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-siSWdbtFmDk/TgK8UH6_YNI/AAAAAAAAA-M/I_i_hFdiFkQ/s72-c/Blog+as+a+personal+diary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-8472664846470642674</id><published>2011-06-21T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T08:02:57.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contest'/><title type='text'>Free Lamborghini-Contest by DLSL 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyone want a free Lamborghini Murciélago? Yes..., a car, a yellow sport car. If you still don't know, let me add a little bit of information from Wikipedia about the car in here: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pIh6pEsb3fM/TgCi6BMbgVI/AAAAAAAAA-E/uwtL-CRVsCI/s1600/Free+Lamborghini-Contest+by+DLSL+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pIh6pEsb3fM/TgCi6BMbgVI/AAAAAAAAA-E/uwtL-CRVsCI/s320/Free+Lamborghini-Contest+by+DLSL+2011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"The Lamborghini Murciélago (/ˈmɜrsɪərlɑːɡoʊ/) is a two-door, two-seat sports car produced by Italian automaker Lamborghini between 2002 and 2010. Successor to the Diablo and flagship of the automaker's lineup, the Murciélago was introduced as a coupé in 2001 as a 2002 model. The automaker's first new design in eleven years, the car was also the brand's first new model under the ownership of German parent company Audi. It was styled by Peruvian-born Belgian Luc Donckerwolke, Lamborghini's head of design from 1998 to 2005"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Source: Wikipedia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What? A real sport car? Are you crazy or something? Hihihihi.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Lamborghini Murciélago I am talking about is a giveaway prize by one of my blogger friend, Ismail from &lt;a href="http://dululainsekaranglain.com/" target="blank"&gt;dululainsekaranglain.com&lt;/a&gt;. He is organizing a giveaway contest; &lt;a href="http://dululainsekaranglain.com/contest/contest-gempak-dlsl-2011" rel="nofollow" target="blank"&gt;CONTEST | Gempak DLSL 2011&lt;/a&gt; in his blog. All malaysian are invited to join his giveway and as a prize, you could win:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6rLeEr3FgXw/TgCjICNokuI/AAAAAAAAA-I/miRakdeY80s/s1600/DLSL-Giveaway_Princess+Zezebel+Lair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6rLeEr3FgXw/TgCjICNokuI/AAAAAAAAA-I/miRakdeY80s/s400/DLSL-Giveaway_Princess+Zezebel+Lair.jpg" width="400" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First prize:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BMW X6 remote control car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Second prize:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lamborghini Murciélago die cast metal toys car. Hihihihi.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You just need to guess the scale ration of the BMW X6. I am guessing 1:1000....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And write a post about his giveaway.&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, some of you might get a heart attack by now but please go to the nearest hospital as soon as you finished reading this post. I know, I never join any giveaway before but since the prize is a Lamborghini, why not? Okay. Anyone want to give Free Ferrari's?&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/8835673323122201792-8472664846470642674?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/8472664846470642674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/06/free-lamborghini-contest-by-dlsl-2011.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8472664846470642674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8472664846470642674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/06/free-lamborghini-contest-by-dlsl-2011.html' title='Free Lamborghini-Contest by DLSL 2011'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pIh6pEsb3fM/TgCi6BMbgVI/AAAAAAAAA-E/uwtL-CRVsCI/s72-c/Free+Lamborghini-Contest+by+DLSL+2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-6744780679217061252</id><published>2011-06-15T09:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T13:02:56.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'>The Tokek and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For almost a year I'm not interested to look at my popular posts or the keywords. It's because I already know what the keywords are and the five popular posts every months will always be about the tokek thing. Can you imagine how my feeling is? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yn1bUn90QnA/TfgCyncrBXI/AAAAAAAAA84/r078p80G8Vs/s1600/The+Tokek+and+I.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yn1bUn90QnA/TfgCyncrBXI/AAAAAAAAA84/r078p80G8Vs/s400/The+Tokek+and+I.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel like this blog had change to a tokek blog. That's why I decided to make a tokek blog, which is Tokek Sabah. But, I felt sad when I've been condemned for what I've done. I don't know what their problem with me but to make thing easier, I choose to remain silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I don't know what the connection between that story to this post, haha. Anyway, this month that popular posts had changed. Usually, only the fifth popular post succeed to be replace, but this time, two different post, not relating to tokek has managed to become popular posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7YSJIJlJzI/TfgM75Jip5I/AAAAAAAAA9E/-7nIS9Ft4U4/s1600/Top+10+Posts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7YSJIJlJzI/TfgM75Jip5I/AAAAAAAAA9E/-7nIS9Ft4U4/s400/Top+10+Posts.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You might think it was nothing but it's mean a lot to me. I hope this blog can run from the tokek image, uhuk uhuk. It's not an impossible mission, but it's all depend on you, the reader. So please, read more about my normal post, not about the tokek post, hehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-6744780679217061252?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/6744780679217061252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/06/tokek-and-i.html#comment-form' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/6744780679217061252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/6744780679217061252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/06/tokek-and-i.html' title='The Tokek and I'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yn1bUn90QnA/TfgCyncrBXI/AAAAAAAAA84/r078p80G8Vs/s72-c/The+Tokek+and+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-4939348982168179446</id><published>2011-06-06T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T14:35:41.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intoduction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places'/><title type='text'>The New Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How are you my dear friends? Feeling good? busy? Well, I am busy too actually hehehe yeah, busy with my new work @ blog. This new blog is a travel blog, a new project of mine after the &lt;a href="http://www.sabahbloggers.com/"&gt;SBC &lt;/a&gt;(shared with &lt;a href="http://lunaticg.blogspot.com/"&gt;hubby&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sabahwomen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sumandak Kinabalu&lt;/a&gt; ) and &lt;a href="http://tokeksabah.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tokek Sabah&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The new blog&lt;/b&gt; named &lt;a href="http://zezebel.com/welcome-to-my-malaysia-travel-blog"&gt;Malaysia Travel Blog&lt;/a&gt; still need a lots of work to be done to fix it. This blog will talk anything that related to my Malaysia travel &amp;amp;  tourism destination. I also will be sharing some eating places. I already made some entry on that blog so feel free to visit it and give your comment or opinion about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iwN2SBsdg0k/Tec2R5OU36I/AAAAAAAAA8c/w3aClmmvkas/s1600/The+New+Blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="144" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iwN2SBsdg0k/Tec2R5OU36I/AAAAAAAAA8c/w3aClmmvkas/s320/The+New+Blog.jpg" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The New Blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I just love to travel, foods and taking pictures, so why not sharing it  with other, right? Our country have so many interesting places and  delicious food. We should be proud with it, (^.^)v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This new blog is in fact a birthday gift from hubby, so I have to manage it at my best as a token of appreciation to him.&amp;nbsp; I'm still in a learning process in that wordpress thing tough, huhuhu. Kind a bit hard for me at first but I know I could get used to it later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Princess Zezebel Lair&lt;/a&gt; is actually a test for me in finding my own niche. It was supposed to tell you about my lifestyle and culture in Kota Marudu, but now it seem more like a personal blog, hehehe. Even tough my other blogs are with a niche but I really cannot leave this blog just like that as I know some of you still crawling on my blog even there isn't any new post from me. Thank you for that, (^.^).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8835673323122201792-4939348982168179446?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/4939348982168179446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/4939348982168179446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/4939348982168179446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-blog.html' title='The New Blog'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iwN2SBsdg0k/Tec2R5OU36I/AAAAAAAAA8c/w3aClmmvkas/s72-c/The+New+Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-3208431941328432734</id><published>2011-06-01T15:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T15:18:47.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Happy Engagement Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is 1st June, yeah, everybody know that. Do you still remember my old post about my sister entitled &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2010/08/can-you-find-me-lover.html"&gt;Can you find me a lover&lt;/a&gt;? Well, guess what everyone, she already get engaged with her boyfriend, Fadzel on the 30th May. I was so excited to make this entry and hoping that my siblings will upload the pictures of the event&amp;nbsp; as soon as possible but turn out that I had to wait for a few days for it (sigh). I wasn't there to celebrate but doesn't mean I do not care, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aYEs750G2Xs/TeXWyyb7HII/AAAAAAAAA8Q/XOAbmHE_Cz0/s1600/Happy+engagement+day1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aYEs750G2Xs/TeXWyyb7HII/AAAAAAAAA8Q/XOAbmHE_Cz0/s400/Happy+engagement+day1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The couple and my aunt&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;A week before the event, my mother called and asked about my opinion. Thinking that both the parents have met before so I suggested to make that event in a 'kampung' way, not in a formal way like mine hehe. I actually never saw a real 'kampung' style engagement. When I said it to mom, I imagined they sit and eat together on the floor, seem very unique and very friendly atmosphere to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-atEb8PnJTN4/TeXW-PSH60I/AAAAAAAAA8U/Q_-ricfdeDc/s1600/Happy+Engagement+Day.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-atEb8PnJTN4/TeXW-PSH60I/AAAAAAAAA8U/Q_-ricfdeDc/s400/Happy+Engagement+Day.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was happy to see that some of my idea had been used by my mom. The ceremony went well even tough there's a funny story behind it. But, I really cannot share it here for the sake of both families. Anyway, I was glad to hear that all my cousin who cannot come on my big day, were all there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6NU8U6emNZY/TeXXD8MhZkI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/IMj-Zc5v6Bo/s1600/Happy+engagement+day2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6NU8U6emNZY/TeXXD8MhZkI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/IMj-Zc5v6Bo/s640/Happy+engagement+day2.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fadzel's families&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final decision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berian (to be given to my sister) : RM1000&lt;br /&gt;Belanja hangus (Total of money to be used for the wedding day) : RM8000 and a cow&lt;br /&gt;Sogit&amp;nbsp; : A goat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As both are Dusun, so the ceremony also held in a very Dusun way. In a traditional Dusun engagement ceremony, the head of village and the appointee are the most important people . Both parties of the families will be represented by the head of village. At this time the girl proposed to be the fiancée must be in the bedroom or in an other place not to be seen by the male's family. The man's will not be allowed in the girl's living room before the ceremony ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important in this engagement are berian/mas kahwin, belanja dapur (wang hangus or kitchen expenses), hantaran tunang or dowry, sogit and&amp;nbsp; the duration of engagement. Berian or or dowry is obligatory as the symbol of the value of the girl's personality and based on the tradition worth RM1,000. The period to perform a marriage ceremony is actually up to both of the family to determine, but usually it takes one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound very complicated to me, mine is very simple one, hehehe (^.^)v. Anyway, Happy Engagement Day to my sister, Beth @ Farah and her fiancé, Fadzel. May Allah bless you too. I am so sorry I cannot come home, but I will surely be there for your big day, (^.^). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-3208431941328432734?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/3208431941328432734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-engagement-day.html#comment-form' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3208431941328432734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3208431941328432734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-engagement-day.html' title='Happy Engagement Day'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aYEs750G2Xs/TeXWyyb7HII/AAAAAAAAA8Q/XOAbmHE_Cz0/s72-c/Happy+engagement+day1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-692862474694238623</id><published>2011-05-25T10:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T09:35:25.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>SMK Telaga Pitas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o1ks1qN8Tlk/TdTca5KepXI/AAAAAAAAA7E/BAoDTurakTg/s1600/smk+telaga+pitas+in+memories.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o1ks1qN8Tlk/TdTca5KepXI/AAAAAAAAA7E/BAoDTurakTg/s320/smk+telaga+pitas+in+memories.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I never told you about my workplace before, but since I already moved to other place, I decided &amp;nbsp;to make a special post about it. &lt;b&gt;SMK Telaga Pitas&lt;/b&gt;, that was the name of my working place, which is take almost two&amp;nbsp; hours&amp;nbsp; to reach from Kota Marudu, and four hours from Kota Kinabalu, is&amp;nbsp; really a very big and beautiful school. The student is not even reaching 400. The are only 44 staff including the big boss. Despite being the biggest and beautiful school in Pitas District, the staff and student are living without clean water and electricity. At least we have a genset and our own smelly water..huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W-lV_AiF4XE/TdTclTyCPYI/AAAAAAAAA7I/8vMyrE060fQ/s1600/smk+telaga+pitas+in+memories+5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W-lV_AiF4XE/TdTclTyCPYI/AAAAAAAAA7I/8vMyrE060fQ/s320/smk+telaga+pitas+in+memories+5.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Our own smelly water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I still remember two years ago,come the rainy season, we cannot go to our workplace by car. We have to go there by boat, and to walk on a muddy road bare foot. Than, we become more clever and&amp;nbsp; bought a rubber boot, hehe. The road now is much better as we still can access it by car even on a rainy season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zv2Vef3CCZ0/TdTc2pKW4JI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/MgKjFBnlhdE/s1600/smk+telaga+pitas+in+memories+3.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zv2Vef3CCZ0/TdTc2pKW4JI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/MgKjFBnlhdE/s400/smk+telaga+pitas+in+memories+3.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Stuck in the muddy road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9nLEPi70k8/TdTdjWvIasI/AAAAAAAAA7U/d95-KkH2lAU/s1600/smk+telaga-green+lorry.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9nLEPi70k8/TdTdjWvIasI/AAAAAAAAA7U/d95-KkH2lAU/s320/smk+telaga-green+lorry.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Our green lorry lost control, went direct to the ditch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lots of staff want to be in our workplace because of the rural&amp;nbsp; allowance. Our workplace is categorized as rural two which make us qualify to get RM1,000.00 as a rural allowance. But, once you get there, its harder for you to get out. Female staff is very just 1/3 of the staff, other women are not brave enough to work there, hehe. Guess they do not like adventure, (^.^).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in that condition, we still success in handling sports at district level. The&amp;nbsp; only problem is, the staff from the other school are not willing to stay longer in our school because of the electricity and water problem, and also, its hard to get a phone line there, hehe. Tell you a secret, the better place to get a line there is by putting your phone by the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Come the fasting month, even my workplace is far away from Pitas Town, (you need at least an hours to get there) but we still have our own bazaar. Some of the staff will&amp;nbsp; sell food in front of their house and mind you, theirs taste better than the one that I bought from the other bazaar, hehe. Ahh, I know, no matter how tasty is is, you can never go there to buy it, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some bitter sweet memories while I was there are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There was a time when all the staff there including me, have to eat eggs for a week because we ran out of food supplies. The road cannot be used and the strong waves wouldn't allowed us to go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YSzFTzNZ_8o/TdTd3Dtkh8I/AAAAAAAAA7c/enbwVbz7DFk/s1600/smk+telaga+pitas+in+memories+the+roads.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YSzFTzNZ_8o/TdTd3Dtkh8I/AAAAAAAAA7c/enbwVbz7DFk/s640/smk+telaga+pitas+in+memories+the+roads.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. Being one of the unmarried staff made me one of the most getting harassment from my male colleagues. But I never consider them as a serious matter unless they touch me or saying something that makes me uncomfortable being around them or to be left alone with them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There's a staff who also happen to have an epilepsy seizure had a crush on me, that was scary, haha. I was getting mad every time they mentioned his name in front of me. I guess seeing me getting angry was an enjoyable moment for some of my male colleagues (I just knew this, as one of the staff say that he like to make me angry because even if I get angry, I still be able to laugh). But its all stop when I got&amp;nbsp; engaged, hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A month before I left my workplace, we were living in the dark. There was a problem with our genset, and we were in darkness not just for a day, but for a month. I don't know if the situation is already back to normal now, but what I do know is when the genset cannot operate, so does our water pump, so there are no water supply too. Imagine how hard it is to do your business in the toilet when&amp;nbsp; you have to fill up your bucket first, haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We drink mineral water, never have the heart to drink our own smelly water, hehe. Every time we went to Kota Marudu, we will buy at least two box of mineral water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The small amount of staff make us closer to each other. I, myself have build a new friendship there. I&amp;nbsp; befriend with everybody,&amp;nbsp; even with the cleaners. They were so nice to me, I remember, there's a time when I&amp;nbsp; asked one of the cleaner to cook for me, haha. The next day, they really brought food to the office,&amp;nbsp; even our boss was surprised when he&amp;nbsp; found out about it, haha. In a big&amp;nbsp; event, we definitely will make sure that it will success, no matter how hard it is. Some staff were naughty, some are lazy but that kind of staff is exist everywhere, right?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a&amp;nbsp; lot of things that I want to share about SMK Telaga, but I think what I am sharing now is more than enough. I have seen many people complained about their workplace, about their problem, but that's the way it is. Every problem&amp;nbsp; is a challenge, without it, our life will be boring. Just enjoy it and you will not feel is as a burden on the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1JGv5oNt0NE/TdTdvqGzN8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Hes31joMiJM/s1600/smk+telaga+pitas+in+memories+the+faces.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1JGv5oNt0NE/TdTdvqGzN8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Hes31joMiJM/s400/smk+telaga+pitas+in+memories+the+faces.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some people said what we faced in SMK Telaga is worth the rural allowance. Come to Telaga, and stay for a month. You will know that even the allowance have been up to RM1,500.00, is still not enough and well, did I mention that your brand new car will sound like an old car while&amp;nbsp; in Telaga? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some of my colleagues who I know will read this, especially Marcus Khoo, I know all of you will gonna miss me so much, haha. Trust me, I do miss some of you too (not all of them deserve being miss by me, hehe). When you see food, I am sure most of you will remember me ... (^.^). Wish me luck for my new life everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-692862474694238623?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/692862474694238623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/05/smk-telaga-pitas-in-memories.html#comment-form' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/692862474694238623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/692862474694238623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/05/smk-telaga-pitas-in-memories.html' title='SMK Telaga Pitas'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o1ks1qN8Tlk/TdTca5KepXI/AAAAAAAAA7E/BAoDTurakTg/s72-c/smk+telaga+pitas+in+memories.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-7992073851651726364</id><published>2011-05-23T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T08:11:09.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>The Farewell Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Cause I'm leaving on the jet plane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Don't know when I'll be back again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh babe, I hate to go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day before I left my workplace, my friend, Kak Lina cooked for my farewell party. I never asked for it, and once I know it, I want to pay her half of the price but she didn't want to accept it. It was just a simple party but the 'doa selamat' means a lot to me. Thanks Kak Lina for everything you've done to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a8qrCReyvbM/TdTb0WPFoRI/AAAAAAAAA64/3f88b56RAJg/s1600/The+farewell+party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a8qrCReyvbM/TdTb0WPFoRI/AAAAAAAAA64/3f88b56RAJg/s320/The+farewell+party.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our big boss cannot come on that day, she was in Kudat, to support our student who qualified for the sports at district level. Only our second boss was there and he looked so shocked knowing that I will leaving them. Ahh, boss, no one will help you doing the e-Hadir and e-tadbir anymore, hehe. But I will surely miss your tokek, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the party, well, you can see on the pictures that food was simple but, because of Kak Lina (one of the greatest cooker that I ever know)&amp;nbsp; who cooked it, it taste delicious and not only me saying that, the other colleagues also saying the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-15FZF3_wfH0/TdTb4RllKLI/AAAAAAAAA68/BQ2WeTjLlRQ/s1600/The+farewell+party+food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-15FZF3_wfH0/TdTb4RllKLI/AAAAAAAAA68/BQ2WeTjLlRQ/s320/The+farewell+party+food.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cWJn-2wOCkE/TdTb7WYaJbI/AAAAAAAAA7A/H_kpd9K5DDc/s1600/Farewell+party+foods.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cWJn-2wOCkE/TdTb7WYaJbI/AAAAAAAAA7A/H_kpd9K5DDc/s320/Farewell+party+foods.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The last day I was there, Ajamain, the chairman of the Staff's Club made another farewell party for me, there was no picture of it, because he just asked us to eat anything that we like in the&amp;nbsp; school's cafe, hehe. Seem like I ended my day there with fully loaded stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna miss them a lot. After three years I've been there, I know most of them very well, some have become my best friends, but I love my hubby more. So, wherever he is, I'm going to follow. Starting a new life in a new place is hard but living without my loved one is even harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-7992073851651726364?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/7992073851651726364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/05/farewell-party.html#comment-form' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/7992073851651726364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/7992073851651726364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/05/farewell-party.html' title='The Farewell Party'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a8qrCReyvbM/TdTb0WPFoRI/AAAAAAAAA64/3f88b56RAJg/s72-c/The+farewell+party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-2110293241922936198</id><published>2011-05-19T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T17:22:01.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>JPJ Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello everyone, (^.^). Finally I got my driving license, I only got 18 marks for my JPJ's test, but it's more than enough, hehe. To pass the test, you have to get at least 16/20.&amp;nbsp; To anyone who don't have any idea of what I am talking about, check these posts &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2010/10/malaysia-driving-lesson-process.html"&gt;Malaysia Driving Lesson Process&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2010/10/bad-driving-habit-of-sabahan.html"&gt;Bad driving habit of Sabahan&lt;/a&gt; . I actually have been scheduled to finish this test on March but I was super busy for the preparation of my wedding, so I postpone it. Beside, it was harder for me to come there every Friday at 2.00 p.m from my workplace.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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, two weeks after get married, I renew my schedule, luckily for me, because&amp;nbsp; I have a friend there. So the reschedule became easier. At first, my test would me on May, but then, she manage to get enough hours for me to have the test on 24th April. I have 10 hours left, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only took six hours before I postpone it and that six hours means nothing to me for I took it once a week. So to those who want to take a driving lesson, learn from me, don't take it once a week especially&amp;nbsp; if you have&amp;nbsp; never driving before. Its better if you take the lesson everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The test started at 8.00 a.m and I am number 3, hahaha. Imagine how nervous I am. Hubby told me I cannot moved to his place if I didn't get my license, uhuk uhuk. I really want to take some pictures but failed, due&amp;nbsp; to my nervousness hehe. I am not worry about driving on the road, I am more worried about the test inside the driving school.&amp;nbsp; It is because, even if you fail to get it right even for one step, that's mean you're fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ByOkNTTohA8/TdTfbjAQNfI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Yf4x8xOK4HM/s1600/JSL+Test.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ByOkNTTohA8/TdTfbjAQNfI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Yf4x8xOK4HM/s320/JSL+Test.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0pYPnKIBw7M/TdTgHAzgEnI/AAAAAAAAA7k/ifyOPU2_MyQ/s1600/jsl+test1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0pYPnKIBw7M/TdTgHAzgEnI/AAAAAAAAA7k/ifyOPU2_MyQ/s320/jsl+test1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, I am glad I finally pass it, but to drive in Kuala Lumpur? ermm, even in Port Klang, make me scare enough, (^.^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-2110293241922936198?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/2110293241922936198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/05/jpj-test.html#comment-form' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/2110293241922936198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/2110293241922936198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/05/jpj-test.html' title='JPJ Test'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ByOkNTTohA8/TdTfbjAQNfI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Yf4x8xOK4HM/s72-c/JSL+Test.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-1724640128031551683</id><published>2011-05-03T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T21:11:20.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Wedding Story, again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No, I am not getting married for the second time. I just want to share about my best friend's wedding, hehe. Her wedding day was on 17th April 2011, but due to my busyness, I can only make this post after sometime, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1xNpTLoiqi4/Tb_7m-U2F8I/AAAAAAAAA5A/ySLeyQ1Wook/s1600/my+friend%2527s+wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1xNpTLoiqi4/Tb_7m-U2F8I/AAAAAAAAA5A/ySLeyQ1Wook/s320/my+friend%2527s+wedding.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just call her Rynnie, she is one of my best friend since high school. She also came to my big day, so no matter how busy I am, I still and must go to her big day, even for a while. The interesting things are we were sharing the same photographer and band boy (my uncle's band). The truth is she was interested to hired the photographer after seeing my wedding pictures.(To those who add me on facebook and cannot see my wedding picture, please inbox me if you want to see it, because I made it private (only certain people can see it).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k1drPrGC_RY/Tb_7Lrr6TiI/AAAAAAAAA48/hOQ6j3YkZfU/s1600/my+friend%2527s+wedding+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k1drPrGC_RY/Tb_7Lrr6TiI/AAAAAAAAA48/hOQ6j3YkZfU/s320/my+friend%2527s+wedding+2.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They also have to dance their traditional dancing called Sumazau, but I envy them for being able to wear the dusun traditional costume. That costume is way too sexy for me, hehehe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ZqifvDp5C8/Tb_5x_Vk2hI/AAAAAAAAA44/zjyjQ0IaUlY/s1600/my+friend%2527s+wedding+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ZqifvDp5C8/Tb_5x_Vk2hI/AAAAAAAAA44/zjyjQ0IaUlY/s320/my+friend%2527s+wedding+1.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By now, she already moved to German with her husband. Hopefully she will live happily ever after after all that she had been through. I know she will miss her family very much but that is the price that we have to pay to buy our own happiness I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right now, I am waiting patiently for an invitation from my other best friend (you know who you are, hehe). Please tell me earlier because I'm not in Sabah anymore...huhu.&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/8835673323122201792-1724640128031551683?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/1724640128031551683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/05/wedding-story-again.html#comment-form' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/1724640128031551683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/1724640128031551683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/05/wedding-story-again.html' title='The Wedding Story, again?'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1xNpTLoiqi4/Tb_7m-U2F8I/AAAAAAAAA5A/ySLeyQ1Wook/s72-c/my+friend%2527s+wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-6033552329182798503</id><published>2011-04-20T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T19:41:41.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Sleeping Beauty Mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi everyone! I am back...uhuk uhuk...Thank you for all the wishes everyone, I am very happy to read all of your comments, but do forgive me for my silence. I am pretty sure that some of you have been wondering why I didn't update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.. I am not busy at all and I am still in Kota Marudu, Sabah while my husband is somewhere in Peninsular, hehe. Look at my post title, yup, I am in a lazy mode, I keep on fall asleep night and day, haha. I am telling the truth okay?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t3WOLJdHSqs/Ta6jRiqSB4I/AAAAAAAAA1s/_ZYZ_CtbPug/s1600/Sleeping+Beauty+Mode.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t3WOLJdHSqs/Ta6jRiqSB4I/AAAAAAAAA1s/_ZYZ_CtbPug/s320/Sleeping+Beauty+Mode.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me wearing the Dusun Lotud costume&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I searched on the internet about my problem and that's where I found out about &lt;i&gt;Narcolepsy. &lt;/i&gt;It's a disorder that causes people to have a difficulty to stay awake during the day. It's become more interesting when one of the possible causes of narcolepsy is hormonal change, hohoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got the same response from hubby and my best friend, Jane a.k.a Sumandak Kinabalu which is to have a pregnancy test..yai..it's only been a month and 6 days, how come that fast? hahaha but do not worry, I will have the test tomorrow morning after my driving lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Got so many things to share but please forgive my eyes for fully controlling myself, uhuk uhuk.Til then, take care everyone, (^.^).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-6033552329182798503?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/6033552329182798503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/04/sleeping-beauty-mode.html#comment-form' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/6033552329182798503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/6033552329182798503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/04/sleeping-beauty-mode.html' title='Sleeping Beauty Mode'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t3WOLJdHSqs/Ta6jRiqSB4I/AAAAAAAAA1s/_ZYZ_CtbPug/s72-c/Sleeping+Beauty+Mode.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-884496828600535892</id><published>2011-04-04T08:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T08:16:00.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>The Wedding Story ~ Last Part</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the last part of my wedding story, hehe. Hope you won't get bored reading it. This post will tell you what happen on my big day (13th March 2011, Sunday).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even the level of the water in our area back to normal, but the area which the imam lives was still in flood. It was almost 8.00 a.m, so I called hubby and asked them to not come so early (they were supposed to arrived at 10). My mom who went out as early as 4.00a.m to take the meat that she had ordered back with an empty hand. There wasn't any meat on the menu because of the flood last night. Only six kind of food? Oh well, I guess it more than enough..uhuk uhuk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yf294vlsmus/TZf2O-LENzI/AAAAAAAAA1A/gUNPmjB_Buc/s1600/The+Wedding+Story+%257ELast+Part+%257EThe+food.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yf294vlsmus/TZf2O-LENzI/AAAAAAAAA1A/gUNPmjB_Buc/s320/The+Wedding+Story+%257ELast+Part+%257EThe+food.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The funny thing is, one of my aunt came early in the morning just to make sure whether the wedding ceremony will be continue as had been planned or not, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xZHEdalASY8/TZf74YTdHSI/AAAAAAAAA1E/syDjEBEjHj4/s1600/The+Wedding+Story+%257ELast+Part+%257EMud+everywhere.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xZHEdalASY8/TZf74YTdHSI/AAAAAAAAA1E/syDjEBEjHj4/s320/The+Wedding+Story+%257ELast+Part+%257EMud+everywhere.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Akad Nikah (Marriage Contract) ceremony went well. Akad Nikah is a ceremony where the groom sign the marriage contract and agrees to provide the bride with a 'mas khawin'. It&amp;nbsp; is a symbol to show that the men is willing and are prepared to build a family with the lady he chose to get married to. The contract signing is done before a religious official.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XavGSkE8fKY/TZf_BxMJplI/AAAAAAAAA1I/s0gyRngAeRw/s1600/The+Wedding+Story+%257ELast+Part+%257ESigning+Contract.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XavGSkE8fKY/TZf_BxMJplI/AAAAAAAAA1I/s0gyRngAeRw/s320/The+Wedding+Story+%257ELast+Part+%257ESigning+Contract.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the 'Bersanding Ceremony' (where the bride and bridegroom sitting together on the bridal couch also known as pelamin) we attend a celebratory feast called the 'Makan Beradab' (formal meal). The scary moment was where we were asked to dance 'Pinakang Dance' a traditional Dusun Kimaragang dance. Uhuk-uhuk, I really don't know that dance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--vu_YdEKkNU/TZgBY97fm2I/AAAAAAAAA1M/SgAl1hI_J9c/s1600/The+Wedding+Story+%257ELast+Part+%257EWe+don%2527t+know+how+to+dance.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--vu_YdEKkNU/TZgBY97fm2I/AAAAAAAAA1M/SgAl1hI_J9c/s320/The+Wedding+Story+%257ELast+Part+%257EWe+don%2527t+know+how+to+dance.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After that dance, the cake cutting ceremony took place followed by singing session by certain lucky people (special request from me) haha. That include my dad and my friends (Hamidah, Jessika and Bani). They were also asked to dance the Pokiring dance by one of my aunt who know them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wK5sWSOaKaU/TZgC2sN17CI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/a3ODdPrwgfk/s1600/My+Bestfriends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wK5sWSOaKaU/TZgC2sN17CI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/a3ODdPrwgfk/s320/My+Bestfriends.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friends performed the Pokiring dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-78O-9hZcK4g/TZgDkC1NrVI/AAAAAAAAA1U/3GDh3n0ghpQ/s1600/The+Wedding+Story+%257ELast+Part+%257EWith+Friends.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-78O-9hZcK4g/TZgDkC1NrVI/AAAAAAAAA1U/3GDh3n0ghpQ/s320/The+Wedding+Story+%257ELast+Part+%257EWith+Friends.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With one of my best friend, Rynnie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F2BKp0npMAo/TZgD9exu8zI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/LIeaRRTJf98/s1600/The+Wedding+Story+%257ELast+Part+%257EMy+Siblings.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F2BKp0npMAo/TZgD9exu8zI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/LIeaRRTJf98/s320/The+Wedding+Story+%257ELast+Part+%257EMy+Siblings.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My lovely siblings, thanks for the hard work (^.^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The singing and dance session finished at 11.00 p.m, phew, so tired but I am so happy because everything went well as planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-884496828600535892?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/884496828600535892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/04/wedding-story-last-part.html#comment-form' title='57 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/884496828600535892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/884496828600535892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/04/wedding-story-last-part.html' title='The Wedding Story ~ Last Part'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yf294vlsmus/TZf2O-LENzI/AAAAAAAAA1A/gUNPmjB_Buc/s72-c/The+Wedding+Story+%257ELast+Part+%257EThe+food.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>57</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-3259095867252129258</id><published>2011-04-03T10:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T10:15:55.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>The Wedding Story Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12th March 2011, Saturday. One more day before my big day. It has been raining for almost a week at my district. My parents went out early in the morning to buy the last things on the list. They arrived late in the evening and told me that flood had occur in some area. In the same time, my sister and her boyfriend went out to buy henna but they went home empty handed because all of the store had closed. Luckily for me because my aunt had a henna tree so she blended some of the leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Gvm0b5Lh80/TZfPXJNTvDI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Tq_KPtZ6BbQ/s1600/The+Wedding+Story+Part+2+%257E+Flood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Gvm0b5Lh80/TZfPXJNTvDI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Tq_KPtZ6BbQ/s320/The+Wedding+Story+Part+2+%257E+Flood.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Around 7.00 p.m, my brother told us that the imam who was supposed to come for the 'Malam Berinai Ceremony' (where yellowish oil, extracted from henna leaves is applied on the fingertips) cannot come because he got stuck in the road. So the ceremony had been canceled and after my brother has done the 'Doa Tolak Bala' from his hotel room (he also cannot come home), my aunt put the blended henna&amp;nbsp; leaves on my left fingertips. Left it for an hour before I washed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z2CMMJx7sFA/TZfRabCOgXI/AAAAAAAAA00/IMebW1hPnDg/s1600/The+Wedding+Story+Part+2+%257E+Henna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z2CMMJx7sFA/TZfRabCOgXI/AAAAAAAAA00/IMebW1hPnDg/s320/The+Wedding+Story+Part+2+%257E+Henna.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VzsxMxjbxG4/TZfSNgH-ajI/AAAAAAAAA04/sMv2Z8o952A/s1600/The+Wedding+Story+Part+2+%257E+After+1+Hour+Henna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VzsxMxjbxG4/TZfSNgH-ajI/AAAAAAAAA04/sMv2Z8o952A/s320/The+Wedding+Story+Part+2+%257E+After+1+Hour+Henna.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My little sister, Manja @ Bellnita looked at me and asked 'how can you be so calm in this situation?. She was worried with the flood of course. I just laughed. How can I beat God's will? Flood and rain wasn't something that we can control. I can only make a little prayer, hoping that everything will went well for tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Luckily, my house is free from the flood but my sister from Tawau, get stuck in Kota Belud and only arrived home at 1.00 a.m. I called hubby and told him about the situation (Kota Kinabalu also free from flood). I wasn't worry about the flood in Kota Marudu as I know, come in the morning, the flood will gone. I was worry about the flood&amp;nbsp; in Kota Belud, because if it still in flood in the morning, my hubby won't be able to come to Kota Marudu then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjtCFHXJzXQ/TZfVtsnMWYI/AAAAAAAAA08/4n_coCiPM6w/s1600/The+Wedding+Story+Part+2+%257E+Flood1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjtCFHXJzXQ/TZfVtsnMWYI/AAAAAAAAA08/4n_coCiPM6w/s320/The+Wedding+Story+Part+2+%257E+Flood1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I woke up at 5.00 a.m in the morning and the first thing that I checked is the level of the water at my nearest area. Its back to normal, and I was really happy to see that, (^.^). &lt;br /&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/8835673323122201792-3259095867252129258?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/3259095867252129258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/04/wedding-story-part-2.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3259095867252129258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3259095867252129258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/04/wedding-story-part-2.html' title='The Wedding Story Part 2'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Gvm0b5Lh80/TZfPXJNTvDI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Tq_KPtZ6BbQ/s72-c/The+Wedding+Story+Part+2+%257E+Flood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-209996328108581566</id><published>2011-04-02T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T08:41:43.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Wedding Story Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello everyone! *Sigh*. A very long holiday for me, hehe. No! I am not forgetting or giving up my blog. The fact is I will be active in this blogging thing sooner. I am sure some of you know what took me so long to update my blog. Yes, I am a married woman now and today, I want to share some story about my wedding to all of 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 start got busy a week before the big day.So many things have to be done and so little energy to make it right. I was lucky enough to have some relatives who get involved in this wedding business because when I don't like their dress, they helped me find the most suitable dress with my white and pink wedding theme.In the end, I got two wedding gowns and a simple 'pelamin' (the place where the newly wed will sit, in my case,&amp;nbsp; it only took 10minutes because we only sit there for peoples to take picture). It cost me only RM350. But, come my big day, I only wear&amp;nbsp; one of those gown for the cake cutting ceremony..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EEXX5AmIzPA/TZZvEQVjyWI/AAAAAAAAAyA/wCVisBdebCY/s1600/The+Wedding+Story+Part+1%257ECake+Cutting+Ceremony.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EEXX5AmIzPA/TZZvEQVjyWI/AAAAAAAAAyA/wCVisBdebCY/s320/The+Wedding+Story+Part+1%257ECake+Cutting+Ceremony.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After the cake cutting ceremony, I only wear a casual pink 'baju kurung' while my hubby wear his white 'baju selangor'. That pink baju kurung was actually for the 'malam berinai' ceremony but sadly, those ceremony had been canceled for some reason. The white dress for my 'Akad Nikah' ceremony was bought by hubby. He took some wedding gown pictures and MMS me. I fall in love with that white dress the moment I saw the picture and what important is the colour is matching the theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9q1PfYY1m4M/TZZvpn9Ur_I/AAAAAAAAAyE/VbBhG4p0tms/s1600/The+Wedding+Story+Part+1%257EPink+baju+kurung.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9q1PfYY1m4M/TZZvpn9Ur_I/AAAAAAAAAyE/VbBhG4p0tms/s320/The+Wedding+Story+Part+1%257EPink+baju+kurung.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1WZ_EQvVlLs/TZZv0-PFqeI/AAAAAAAAAyI/DwGppe6udvc/s1600/The+Wedding+Story+Part+1%257EWhite.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1WZ_EQvVlLs/TZZv0-PFqeI/AAAAAAAAAyI/DwGppe6udvc/s320/The+Wedding+Story+Part+1%257EWhite.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next post I will tell you what make me worry the night before my big day and why the 'Malam Berinai' ceremony had been canceled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8835673323122201792-209996328108581566?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/209996328108581566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/04/wedding-story-part-1.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/209996328108581566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/209996328108581566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/04/wedding-story-part-1.html' title='The Wedding Story Part 1'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EEXX5AmIzPA/TZZvEQVjyWI/AAAAAAAAAyA/wCVisBdebCY/s72-c/The+Wedding+Story+Part+1%257ECake+Cutting+Ceremony.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-8744898359257733457</id><published>2011-03-19T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:43:23.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>My Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gT8sdAXb07s/TYRn46I3TYI/AAAAAAAAAxg/9a0v8-FIxBY/s1600/Ainsyuhada.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gT8sdAXb07s/TYRn46I3TYI/AAAAAAAAAxg/9a0v8-FIxBY/s320/Ainsyuhada.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-28h9u4g7KQo/TYRoHgGZfOI/AAAAAAAAAxk/mdmsv3wEx3g/s1600/the+moment.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-28h9u4g7KQo/TYRoHgGZfOI/AAAAAAAAAxk/mdmsv3wEx3g/s200/the+moment.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-G5op72E6FjE/TYRofaIkbfI/AAAAAAAAAxo/G-MMz0_pUlI/s1600/thecake.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-G5op72E6FjE/TYRofaIkbfI/AAAAAAAAAxo/G-MMz0_pUlI/s320/thecake.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These are some of my wedding pictures. For some reason, I cannot share my husband's picture here, hehe. But, for sure you can see it in my facebook. Lot&amp;nbsp; of things have to be done after&amp;nbsp; this, just wait and see, (^.^).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-8744898359257733457?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/8744898359257733457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-beautiful-day.html#comment-form' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8744898359257733457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8744898359257733457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-beautiful-day.html' title='My Beautiful Day'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gT8sdAXb07s/TYRn46I3TYI/AAAAAAAAAxg/9a0v8-FIxBY/s72-c/Ainsyuhada.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-6355105318448566011</id><published>2011-03-11T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T10:53:43.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Too Sexy For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FqmF_AthyUk/TXmLaBlRPpI/AAAAAAAAAvs/eh_lVMjFHiA/s1600/Wedding+gown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FqmF_AthyUk/TXmLaBlRPpI/AAAAAAAAAvs/eh_lVMjFHiA/s400/Wedding+gown.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love the colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qgsr0pCel6s/TXmLiIvbh8I/AAAAAAAAAvw/37g0URYsIzE/s1600/my+mom+love+this+gown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qgsr0pCel6s/TXmLiIvbh8I/AAAAAAAAAvw/37g0URYsIzE/s400/my+mom+love+this+gown.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom love this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Qkkf7lRrJig/TXmLpbNoirI/AAAAAAAAAv0/shq57hf2qgI/s1600/lots+of+gown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Qkkf7lRrJig/TXmLpbNoirI/AAAAAAAAAv0/shq57hf2qgI/s320/lots+of+gown.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JQ40ut3gQYE/TXmL2HReJKI/AAAAAAAAAv4/yfrZbU50IY4/s1600/wedding+gowns.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JQ40ut3gQYE/TXmL2HReJKI/AAAAAAAAAv4/yfrZbU50IY4/s320/wedding+gowns.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8835673323122201792-6355105318448566011?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/6355105318448566011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/03/too-sexy-for-me.html#comment-form' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/6355105318448566011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/6355105318448566011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/03/too-sexy-for-me.html' title='Too Sexy For Me'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FqmF_AthyUk/TXmLaBlRPpI/AAAAAAAAAvs/eh_lVMjFHiA/s72-c/Wedding+gown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-8160011426975953951</id><published>2011-03-09T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T11:53:42.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday : Wedding Mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8YeUN1_J6PM/TXb3zP_J0VI/AAAAAAAAAvk/6a8-yYy4pXc/s1600/the+wedding+ring.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8YeUN1_J6PM/TXb3zP_J0VI/AAAAAAAAAvk/6a8-yYy4pXc/s320/the+wedding+ring.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wGzzG5OjiM0/TXb4IaykHoI/AAAAAAAAAvo/oaWQPAOUkiE/s1600/the%252Bwedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wGzzG5OjiM0/TXb4IaykHoI/AAAAAAAAAvo/oaWQPAOUkiE/s320/the%252Bwedding.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-8160011426975953951?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/8160011426975953951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/03/wordless-wednesday-wedding-mode.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8160011426975953951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8160011426975953951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/03/wordless-wednesday-wedding-mode.html' title='Wordless Wednesday : Wedding Mode'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8YeUN1_J6PM/TXb3zP_J0VI/AAAAAAAAAvk/6a8-yYy4pXc/s72-c/the+wedding+ring.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-8754587168371252777</id><published>2011-03-05T12:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T16:26:39.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Silent Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-53HCGKWJ2cA/TXG9LR-zq_I/AAAAAAAAAvc/hb1CQlwSQKg/s320/the%252Bring.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cannot let my blog without new post for too long, but too busy to think and write.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, I just make this simple post with a hope that you will have some clue of what&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am doing right now, hehe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks for still visiting my blog even I do not have any post for the past few days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Really appreciate it, :).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-8754587168371252777?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/8754587168371252777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/03/silent-update.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8754587168371252777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8754587168371252777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/03/silent-update.html' title='Silent Update'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-53HCGKWJ2cA/TXG9LR-zq_I/AAAAAAAAAvc/hb1CQlwSQKg/s72-c/the%252Bring.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-416713223017190731</id><published>2011-03-04T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T21:58:58.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Silent Invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-T3ILrtY2mkE/TXDu-hmvliI/AAAAAAAAAvY/GLWJgg9bQlI/s1600/Walimatulurus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-T3ILrtY2mkE/TXDu-hmvliI/AAAAAAAAAvY/GLWJgg9bQlI/s320/Walimatulurus.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-416713223017190731?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/416713223017190731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/03/silent-invitation.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/416713223017190731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/416713223017190731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/03/silent-invitation.html' title='Silent Invitation'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-T3ILrtY2mkE/TXDu-hmvliI/AAAAAAAAAvY/GLWJgg9bQlI/s72-c/Walimatulurus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-9203246172921864576</id><published>2011-02-27T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T09:47:49.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Picture'/><title type='text'>I need space</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-eIczUXaq_9k/TWmraiaSvRI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/3tThMdTMaWg/s1600/Zezebel%252BAin%252BS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-eIczUXaq_9k/TWmraiaSvRI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/3tThMdTMaWg/s320/Zezebel%252BAin%252BS.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need some peace of mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;really need it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I'll be away for some time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I'll be back for good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NOvL0OeOtLQ/TWmr_oqDHMI/AAAAAAAAAvU/jrFChHtDAkg/s1600/air.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NOvL0OeOtLQ/TWmr_oqDHMI/AAAAAAAAAvU/jrFChHtDAkg/s400/air.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-9203246172921864576?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/9203246172921864576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-need-space.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/9203246172921864576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/9203246172921864576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-need-space.html' title='I need space'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-eIczUXaq_9k/TWmraiaSvRI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/3tThMdTMaWg/s72-c/Zezebel%252BAin%252BS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-3541720293707200937</id><published>2011-02-20T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T10:48:19.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>SBC Gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We want to suggest SBC 1st  gathering on 19 March 2011 to all SBC Members. Probably, it will be only a small  gathering since we only have 30 members in our list right now. 19th  March is the only date that is available for the three of us since Lunaticg and I will be getting married on 13 march and&amp;nbsp; you can imagine how busy we are&amp;nbsp; before and after that date (13 March). We know that date (19 March) is still a school  holiday and everyone want to be with their family but that is the only  best date that we can found available on Saturday. We allowed all SBC  members to bring their families on that day. This will be a get to know  session for all members, some of you maybe have been blogging for years  but never have a chance to meet your blog friend, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TU38Li2qw6I/AAAAAAAAAto/Bm9w-fdeL4k/s1600/zezebel%252Bof%252Bprincess%252Bzezebel%252Blair.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TU38Li2qw6I/AAAAAAAAAto/Bm9w-fdeL4k/s320/zezebel%252Bof%252Bprincess%252Bzezebel%252Blair.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SBC gathering suggestion date 19 March&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Most  probably, we will have a session of ice breaking and one hour session  of blog talk. To anyone whose blog had already been reviewed in SBC, you  can asked Lunaticg personally what you don't understand.&amp;nbsp; Don't worry, I won't get angry hehehe. We will also try to  arrange some games for kids or maybe a karaoke  contest so everyone will have  some fun. You can also suggest some activities in this post, we will  collect all your suggestion and try to decide if it is suitable. Since Lunaticg and Sumandak Kinabalu really miss my mee rojak, so I will cook it for all of you too. I will prepare chicken soup and some desserts too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Place:&lt;/b&gt; Lunaticg's house (soon to be my house also haha), near Sulaman Sentral, Kota Kinabalu. (For safety reason, we  will only send the details to SBC members who really interested and can  come).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time:&lt;/b&gt; 2.00 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 19 or 20 March 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fee: &lt;/b&gt;Free but tell us how many people will be coming with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  you have any suggestion regarding the place, activities, date and time; feel  free to talk about it here. If there are less than 10 members coming, I  think a small cafe or restaurant will be a better place but we will have  less activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all SBC members who read this, if you can or cannot come that day, please comment in this post. Thank you. Will be waiting for everyone reply and suggestion.&amp;nbsp;&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="margin: 0px;"&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="GBThreadMessageRow_ReferrerLink"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Body_Attachment"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8835673323122201792-3541720293707200937?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/3541720293707200937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/sbc-gathering.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3541720293707200937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3541720293707200937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/sbc-gathering.html' title='SBC Gathering'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TU38Li2qw6I/AAAAAAAAAto/Bm9w-fdeL4k/s72-c/zezebel%252Bof%252Bprincess%252Bzezebel%252Blair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-8597442320825883749</id><published>2011-02-19T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T10:52:33.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language'/><title type='text'>DLS : Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its Dusun Language Saturday (DLS). Every week on Saturday, I will share  one situation and translate them to Dusun language. Today theme will be random words.  Why do I am sharing my ethnic language? I am not very good in my  language because we don't speak any Dusun at home. Most of the time, we  speak Malay. Sharing my language, hopefully will help me improve my  Dusun vocabulary. My parents and friends will be my references. There is  no dictionary for Dusun language yet. Sorry for not posting any DLS  last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sqYgtKnm3zo/TV8v4n3S7yI/AAAAAAAAAvM/tQgu0wQL8Ro/s1600/Dancers+and+tourist.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sqYgtKnm3zo/TV8v4n3S7yI/AAAAAAAAAvM/tQgu0wQL8Ro/s320/Dancers+and+tourist.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dusun Language Saturday (DLS): Learn Dusun Language.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Random words. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;igit - kuyutai ~~ hold - pegang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irikau - lusad ~~ duduk - sit down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imuai - imuaiyo ~~ pastikan - look carefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawos - nokoidu~~ terlepas - slipped out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gingo - alawa ~~ cantik - pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guod - miulou ~~ gaduh - quarrel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bangat - owiyau ~~ kenyang -filling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawad - paadao ~~ buang - throw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kadaai - inidaan ~~ cerai - divorce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinis - nogieh ~~ koyak - torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andad - andado~~ tunggu - wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angat - anggato ~~ ajak - invite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aawi - maawi ~~ habis - finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azamut - ayamut ~~ kotor - dirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atukoi ~~ wah - Wow (expression of joy or surprise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinopoilo ~~ beritahu - inform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manansawo ~~ berkahwin - getting married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;binoli ~~ di beli - bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nosorob ~~ terbakar - burned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Any suggestion for  next week Dusun Language Saturday theme? Any of you want to add anything  into today theme? Feel free to comment and share it with everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-8597442320825883749?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/8597442320825883749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/dls-random.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8597442320825883749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8597442320825883749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/dls-random.html' title='DLS : Random'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sqYgtKnm3zo/TV8v4n3S7yI/AAAAAAAAAvM/tQgu0wQL8Ro/s72-c/Dancers+and+tourist.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-4684703227134186249</id><published>2011-02-17T08:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T15:57:23.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Seven Things That You Still Don't Know About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the naughty Beanizer tagged me again. This time, I have to tell you seven things that you still do not know about me, hehe. Beanie, please do not tagged me again, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TQrLNId054w/TYr5La0faVI/AAAAAAAAAxw/yLG7yWDGxQk/s1600/seventhingsthatyoustilldon%2527tknowaboutme.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TQrLNId054w/TYr5La0faVI/AAAAAAAAAxw/yLG7yWDGxQk/s320/seventhingsthatyoustilldon%2527tknowaboutme.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seven secrets to be revealed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do not like sweet and sour food. I do not know why, but I will try my best to avoid such food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do not care about others as long as they do not disturb me. But once they disturb my life, they will be sorry for it, hahaha (evil laugh, I am serious you know)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do not like busy places. Always give me a headache when I have to go to a busy place where have a lot of noise and people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love coffee, haha but since my loved one cannot drink it, so I have to change my drink. Learn to drink tea right now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like fried rice, really like it, hehe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like bright colours, especially red, :).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Erm...what else ah? well, I like salted fish very much, :).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There you go Beanie, a list of seven things that you still do not know about me, enjoy reading it my dear friends, :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-4684703227134186249?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/4684703227134186249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/seven-things-that-you-still-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/4684703227134186249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/4684703227134186249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/seven-things-that-you-still-dont-know.html' title='Seven Things That You Still Don&apos;t Know About Me'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TQrLNId054w/TYr5La0faVI/AAAAAAAAAxw/yLG7yWDGxQk/s72-c/seventhingsthatyoustilldon%2527tknowaboutme.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-5605952896515194520</id><published>2011-02-15T08:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T08:30:00.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places'/><title type='text'>Places and people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am sure that most of you know that instead of people from Malaysia, others will refer us as Malaysian. Do you know how to call people from Thailand? or people from the other places? I am sharing some here. Feel free to add if I have not add your place here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xIwI3V6SZgw/TVZITeUd59I/AAAAAAAAAuc/ZQKE2a22C_g/s1600/view%252Bof%252Btelaga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xIwI3V6SZgw/TVZITeUd59I/AAAAAAAAAuc/ZQKE2a22C_g/s320/view%252Bof%252Btelaga.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Places&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; People&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Afghanistan &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Afghan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Albania &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Albanian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Algeria&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Algerian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Andorra&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Andorran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Angola&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Angolan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Argentina&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Argentinian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Australia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Australian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Austria&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Austrian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bangladesh&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bangladeshi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Belgium&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Belgian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cambodia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cambodian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cameroon&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cameroonian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Canada &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Canadian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chad &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Chadian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chile&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Chilean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;China&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Chinese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Croatia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Croatian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cuba &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Cuban&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cyprus&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cypriot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Czech Republic&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Czech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Denmark&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Danish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dominican Republic&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dominican&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ecuador&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ecuadorean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Egypt&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Egyptian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;England&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; English&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ethiopia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ethiopian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fiji&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fijian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finland&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Finnish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gambia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Gambian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Greece&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Greek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guatermala&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Guatemalan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haiti&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Haitian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Honduras&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Honduran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hungary&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hungarian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iceland&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Icelandic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;India&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Indian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iran&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Iranian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ireland&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Irish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Israel&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Israeli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Italy&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Italian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jamaica&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jamaican&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Japan &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Japanese &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jordan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jordanian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kenya&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kenyan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Korea&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Korean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kuwait&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kuwaiti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lebanon&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lebanese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Libya&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Libyan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malawi&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Malawian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malaysia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Malaysian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mexico&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mexican&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mongolia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mongolian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Morocco&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Moroccan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Namibia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Namibian &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nepal&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nepalese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Netherlands&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dutch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;New Zealand&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; New Zealander&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nigeria&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Nigerian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Norway&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Norwegian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pakistan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pakistani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Panama&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Panamanian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Paraguay&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Paraguayan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Peru&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Peruvian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Philippines&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Filipino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Poland&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Polish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Portugal&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Portuguese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Romania&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Romanian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Russia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Russian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saudi Arabia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Saudi Arabian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Scotland&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Scottish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Senegal&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Senegalese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Slovakia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Slovakian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spain&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Spanish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sri Lanka&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sri Lankan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sudan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sudanese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sweden&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Swedish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Switzerland&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Swiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tanzania&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tanzanian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thailand&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Thai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tunisia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tunisian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Turkey&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Turkish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uganda&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ugandan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;United States of America&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; American&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uruguay&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Uruguayan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Venezuela&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Venezuelan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vietnam&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vietnamese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wales&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Welsh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yemen&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yemeni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Zambia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Zambian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Zimbabwe&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Zimbabwean&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;Chayo-chayo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-5605952896515194520?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/5605952896515194520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/places-and-people.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/5605952896515194520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/5605952896515194520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/places-and-people.html' title='Places and people'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xIwI3V6SZgw/TVZITeUd59I/AAAAAAAAAuc/ZQKE2a22C_g/s72-c/view%252Bof%252Btelaga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-5261971168654991446</id><published>2011-02-14T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T09:38:55.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>Valentine and Mawlid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is the day, yeah, it is Valentine's Day. Owh, wait, tomorrow is a holiday? what for? Oh I see, tomorrow is holiday because of Mawlid. You do not know what Mawlid is? So do I, hehe. But, here in Malaysia, it is also known as Maulidur Rasul or Maulud Nabi. I am sure most of you know or have heard about Maulidur Rasul or Maulud Nabi instead of Mawlid, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Valentine's Day &lt;/b&gt;according to Wikipedia, is an annual commemoration held on February 14 celebrating love and affection between intimate companions. It is traditionally a day on which lovers express their love for each other by presenting flowers, offering confectionery&amp;nbsp; and sending greeting cards.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mawlid&lt;/b&gt; according to Wikipedia is a term used to refer to the observance of the birthday of the Islamic prophet Muhammad which occurs in Rabi' al-awwal, the third month in the Islamic calendar.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy Valentine's day for those who celebrate it. Please be wise and do not be weak because of love. Remember the joke we always heard " don't make a baby, without a daddy", haha. I am serious okay? I have no worry towards the adults, but the teenagers, hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4vVJjsDois/TVdcn2nE7SI/AAAAAAAAAvE/lN4eQ-2QdcE/s1600/grape%252Bin%252Branau%252Bsabah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4vVJjsDois/TVdcn2nE7SI/AAAAAAAAAvE/lN4eQ-2QdcE/s320/grape%252Bin%252Branau%252Bsabah.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every single day is also a day to celebrate love for me, that is why I  had never celebrate it I guess, hehe. Happy holiday for tomorrow, more  time to spent&amp;nbsp; with your loved one? hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-5261971168654991446?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/5261971168654991446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentine-and-mawlid.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/5261971168654991446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/5261971168654991446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentine-and-mawlid.html' title='Valentine and Mawlid'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4vVJjsDois/TVdcn2nE7SI/AAAAAAAAAvE/lN4eQ-2QdcE/s72-c/grape%252Bin%252Branau%252Bsabah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-6031372202184466453</id><published>2011-02-13T10:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T12:30:35.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>A Valentine Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I know this girl, sweet and naive. She is the type of person who believe in first love and believe that her first love is also her last love. There is nothing wrong with that, I know everyone also hoping the same, right? I am going to tell you a sad love story&amp;nbsp; today, her story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This girl do not believe in sex before marriage, she is really strong with her belief. Then, come a guy asking for her love, want to be her boyfriend and so, they become a couple. After some time, this girl came to me, crying. She told me that her boyfriend had rape her, but she did not dare to tell anybody. This guy also starting to asked for money, to treat him, paying for his phone and this girl just gave the money. This girl was afraid if the guy will leave her, that is why she just gave him the&amp;nbsp; money.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ee_3p6UNcqY/TVc6PH0AdXI/AAAAAAAAAug/WRdUm2hRMEk/s1600/money.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ee_3p6UNcqY/TVc6PH0AdXI/AAAAAAAAAug/WRdUm2hRMEk/s320/money.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, one day, after almost five years with that guy, this guy starting acting suspicious. Every time they meet, this guy always look at his phone or watch. Sometimes, his phone rang and he will only answer it when this girl is not around him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This girl, asked this guy for the truth, but this guy deny it, denying the fact that he had an affair with his colleague. But, come the moment when the truth suddenly been discovered. This girl cried and get mad. She called this guy's father and told him how bad his son was. In fact, she was going to tell the whole world how bad this guy was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She really cannot accept the fact, and keep on thinking what will happen to her after this? she's losing everything. At first, she still want to continue cry and get mad, but then, a thought crossed her mind and make her think. So, she gave up and called this guy and gave him what he want - a break up. (he want a break up but did not dare 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;Later, I asked her what changing her mind? She smile and said that suddenly her mind asked her heart whether she is &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/true-love-or-obsess.html"&gt;getting mad because of her love toward the guy or because of her ego&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-to-know-if-youre-in-love.html"&gt;Turned out that she accepted the guy not because of love, but because she feel lonely, but too late for her to know the truth.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I really do not know how to comment in this matter. It is just lucky for her for being able to &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-to-forget-your-ex.html"&gt;get rid&lt;/a&gt; of her past so fast. And, lucky for her for being able to realize what love is, and what ego is.&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;Chayo-chayo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-6031372202184466453?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/6031372202184466453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-story.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/6031372202184466453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/6031372202184466453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-story.html' title='A Valentine Story'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ee_3p6UNcqY/TVc6PH0AdXI/AAAAAAAAAug/WRdUm2hRMEk/s72-c/money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-2768789309128879273</id><published>2011-02-12T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T10:54:41.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love or Stupid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know most of us are in a valentine mood right now, happy valentine to those who celebrate it, :). As this is the week of love, so I will mostly talk about love. No, I am not sharing my love story to you, but I will share others love story and hopefully all of us, can learn something from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I knew this girl, such a young and pretty girl. She has two boyfriend, when the other boyfriend left her for good, she felt like her love toward the other boyfriend also disappeared. She want her ex back.&amp;nbsp; So, she try and try to get her ex back, ignored her other boyfriend and slept and had sex with her male&amp;nbsp; best friend and claimed that she &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-to-forget-your-ex.html"&gt;cannot forget her ex&lt;/a&gt;. The thing is, how could she claimed that her love is strong when in the same time, she could sleep and had sex with her male best friend? How can she dreaming about taking care of other when she cannot take a good care of her self? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another love story to share, I know this guy who soft as a woman in his heart. He fall in love with this poor girl, a student. So, they declared their feeling and as this guy already work, he support some of her financial needed but in the same time this girl slept with almost every man except her boyfriend. When she got pregnant, she came back to this guy, telling how big her love was to this guy. This guy cried and asked me "Bel, does my love that cheap in her eyes? Did she think because of my appearance, I will accept her just like that?" and until now, this guy is still single and do not want to get married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oop_uJ80mG4/TVXxwH2WDHI/AAAAAAAAAuM/56ut8RK8k-k/s1600/drinks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oop_uJ80mG4/TVXxwH2WDHI/AAAAAAAAAuM/56ut8RK8k-k/s320/drinks.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy Valentine everyone. Love will make&amp;nbsp; us happy, but remember do not be stupid because of love. I would say the guy in the second story is doing his right decision there, while the girl in the first story, hopefully she will be a bit clever this year, hehe.&amp;nbsp;&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;Chayo-chayo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-2768789309128879273?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/2768789309128879273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-or-stupid.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/2768789309128879273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/2768789309128879273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-or-stupid.html' title='Love or Stupid?'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oop_uJ80mG4/TVXxwH2WDHI/AAAAAAAAAuM/56ut8RK8k-k/s72-c/drinks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-900504152542861654</id><published>2011-02-10T08:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T16:11:33.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>How To Handle Your Obsessed Ex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imagine you have a happy new life now, already move on after the breakup with your ex.The only problem is your ex seem like crazy and desperate, cannot move on and still cannot accept the reality. They keep on sent you email even you never reply it. Worse of all, they put your name in the internet, so the whole world will know about their feeling.Yes, sound like an &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/true-love-or-obsess.html"&gt;obsessed ex&lt;/a&gt; to me there, so annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What will you do to&lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-to-forget-your-ex.html"&gt; get rid&lt;/a&gt; of it? Most of the people that I know will just ignore it.&amp;nbsp; Never put their attention on that matter. But, what if even after a year or two, your ex still crazy for you?&amp;nbsp; How will you react to that matter?&amp;nbsp; I am sharing some tips here that might be useful to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-I-7N0qBm0bo/TYr8m4GEPjI/AAAAAAAAAx0/0kagQV_ESaI/s1600/howtohandleyourobsessedex.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-I-7N0qBm0bo/TYr8m4GEPjI/AAAAAAAAAx0/0kagQV_ESaI/s320/howtohandleyourobsessedex.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Make your rejection final and firm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Never give a chance to your ex to negotiate or manipulate the situation. Refuse all offers of dates and friendly meeting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Don't discuss the past&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Never mention about the good times you have together, Instead, tell them how happy you are with your decision and make it clear that you have moved on in your life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Keep things diplomatic if you have to see her&amp;nbsp; a lot at school or work&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember that your ex is just another person, not a friend. Be extra careful with your words because you will never know what your ex understand from&amp;nbsp; it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Stand your ground&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do not say you are better off alone but then return the next week because you are lonely. Be strong!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Inform your family, friends and co-workers about the situation.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having larger and stronger friends around may serve as deterrent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; Don't share any details about your new partner with the ex.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because it will make their obsess more and details about your partner's life, picture etc, may endanger your partner (this is of course depending on how crazy your ex is).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, there are some tips that I can find. Have you ever facing with this situation? How do you react to it? Please share your experience if you have any.&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;Chayo-chayo....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-900504152542861654?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/900504152542861654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-to-handle-your-obsessed-ex.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/900504152542861654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/900504152542861654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-to-handle-your-obsessed-ex.html' title='How To Handle Your Obsessed Ex'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-I-7N0qBm0bo/TYr8m4GEPjI/AAAAAAAAAx0/0kagQV_ESaI/s72-c/howtohandleyourobsessedex.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-9066965167399540429</id><published>2011-02-08T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T08:59:38.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>It's Been A While</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;It's been a while,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;since I haven't see you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's been a while&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;since our last moment together,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;been apart by the distance,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;couldn't reach you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;couldn't see you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;couldn't hold you....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;as time goes by,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;day by day,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;its getting closer..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*counting the day patiently. v(^.^)v&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TU4NE9UMU2I/AAAAAAAAAts/IXnOSMn9Y6o/s1600/waterdrop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TU4NE9UMU2I/AAAAAAAAAts/IXnOSMn9Y6o/s320/waterdrop.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-9066965167399540429?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/9066965167399540429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/9066965167399540429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/9066965167399540429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been A While'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TU4NE9UMU2I/AAAAAAAAAts/IXnOSMn9Y6o/s72-c/waterdrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-6958782264774495767</id><published>2011-02-07T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T08:25:04.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>The Cats And Squirrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not everyone like cats, is not it? I know it because my brother's wife also do not like cats. Every time our cat want to get near her, she will get angry and shooed away the poor cat. I even saw her hit my cat one day, such a naughty sister in law, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have four cats right now and they are just a normal cats, not the expensive one and even if I sell my cats, nobody will want to buy it, hahaha. But, I still love them so much. Ok, enough about the love, let me tell you a story about these lovely cats of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One morning, we were surprised to find out that one of our cats had catch a squirrel. So, they brought it inside the house and start sniffing and toying it around. I feel sad for the squirrel and try to rescue it from my naughty cats but its just too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TU4W2qyK3hI/AAAAAAAAAtw/_8ZyPmav5_s/s1600/Kittens+and+squirell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TU4W2qyK3hI/AAAAAAAAAtw/_8ZyPmav5_s/s320/Kittens+and+squirell.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After tired fooling around with the dead squirrel, they just left it untouched. 'Why didn't they catch a mouse instead?' asked my father, hahaha. But still, I am happy to see my cats are normal. The thing is these cats had lost their mother since they are very little. Luckily for&amp;nbsp; me, they already know how to eat at that time. So, they grown up with no guide from their mother and I started to wonder whether they can act like a real cat or no, hahaha I think&amp;nbsp; I am just being a paranoid there, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How about you? do you have any pet? any story similar to mine? please share some...&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;Chayo-chayo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" /&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/8835673323122201792-6958782264774495767?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/6958782264774495767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/cats-and-squirrel.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/6958782264774495767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/6958782264774495767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/cats-and-squirrel.html' title='The Cats And Squirrel'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TU4W2qyK3hI/AAAAAAAAAtw/_8ZyPmav5_s/s72-c/Kittens+and+squirell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-3369705870925077354</id><published>2011-02-06T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T08:20:47.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'>My New Project : SBC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TU1Wh_v_nzI/AAAAAAAAAtk/nBzlXkr7r1g/s1600/Zezebel-Sabahan+Bloggers+Club.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TU1Wh_v_nzI/AAAAAAAAAtk/nBzlXkr7r1g/s320/Zezebel-Sabahan+Bloggers+Club.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes!!! I am so happy everyone, want to know why? Because I have a new baby now, hehehe. What? you want to know the name of my new baby? Well, I called it SBC and it stand for Sabahan Bloggers Club, hehe.&amp;nbsp; SBC established to provide guidance to new  bloggers on how to blog  better, how to attract blog readers, help you  improve your Google  Pagerank and help you on the design of your blog.&amp;nbsp; The tutorial given in here was simple enough so the new blogger could easily understand it.&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 having an &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2010/08/server-not-found-lah.html"&gt;internet problem&lt;/a&gt; in my workplace ( I am &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2010/08/blogging-without-internet.html"&gt;using my mobile to blog&lt;/a&gt; while in my workplace), and it is hard for me to handle it alone, so I asked &lt;a href="http://lunaticg.blogspot.com/"&gt;lunaticg&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sabahwomen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sumandak Kinabalu&lt;/a&gt; to join me, hahahaha. Actually, the boss is lunaticg, hehe, but I do not want to talk more about them, you will know more about them if&amp;nbsp; you visit their blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Want to join us and be a member of Sabahan Bloggers Club (SBC)? You   should have the following criteria and follow this simple step:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You’re Sabahan or Malaysian who live in Sabah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have a blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just put our&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.sabahbloggers.com/link-exchange-badge" target="_self" title="link exchange badge"&gt;link exchange badge&lt;/a&gt; on your blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like our &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/pages/Sabahan-Bloggers-Club/146847825369240" target="_blank" title="SBC Facebook Page"&gt;Facebook fan page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Email and inform us at sabahblogger@gmail.com your Facebook ID, together with your blog address/URL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Very simple and easy one, right? hehe. The good news is SBC also available in Malay. I am having a headache while doing the editing&amp;nbsp; job, uhuk uhuk, so please come and read this new blog. I can assure you that you will like what you read in there and will not get a headache like me, hehehe. It is alright tough, I do not mind facing a little trouble, as long as I can give a little help to other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Any of you have visit my new baby before this? What is your opinion about it? did you like it? do you want to comment or complain anything about it?&amp;nbsp; You can voice it out here.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"We teach newbies, We are Sabahan bloggers"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-3369705870925077354?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/3369705870925077354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-new-project-sbc.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3369705870925077354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3369705870925077354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-new-project-sbc.html' title='My New Project : SBC'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TU1Wh_v_nzI/AAAAAAAAAtk/nBzlXkr7r1g/s72-c/Zezebel-Sabahan+Bloggers+Club.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-4339229697732342154</id><published>2011-02-05T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T18:35:51.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>DLS : Dusun Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its Dusun Language Saturday (DLS) again. Every week on Saturday, I will   share  one situation and translate them to Dusun language. Today I will try to translate a Dusun song.    Why do I am sharing my ethnic language? I am not very good in my    language because we don't speak any Dusun at home. Most of the time, we    speak Malay. Sharing my language, hopefully will help me improve my    Dusun vocabulary. My parents and friends will be my references. There is    no dictionary for Dusun language yet. Sorry for not posting any DLS    for the past few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the song that I want to share with you today called&amp;nbsp; '&lt;a href="http://www.filestube.com/64d885c159736fe003ea,g/Felix-Agus-Nokosuai-Ginawo-Ku.html"&gt;Nokosuai Ginawo ku&lt;/a&gt;' means 'change of heart' by Felix Agus. I think most of Sabahan know this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TUy4MHV-bsI/AAAAAAAAAs4/3YjenoAVp_I/s1600/my%252Buncle%252Bsinging%252Bat%252Bdusun%252Blotud%252Bwedding%252Bceremony.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TUy4MHV-bsI/AAAAAAAAAs4/3YjenoAVp_I/s320/my%252Buncle%252Bsinging%252Bat%252Bdusun%252Blotud%252Bwedding%252Bceremony.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dusun&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Nung id maso masod toruhai diti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Malay &amp;nbsp; : Kalau dalam masa terdekat ini&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;English&amp;nbsp; : If in the near future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dusun&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Koboros okud tumongkiad dika&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Malay &amp;nbsp; : Aku mengucapkan tentang berpisah denganmu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;English&amp;nbsp; : I said my goodbye 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;&lt;b&gt;Dusun&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Kada no koruol oh ginawo nu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Malay &amp;nbsp; : Jangan lah kiranya kau sakit hati (terluka)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;English&amp;nbsp; : Hope you won't get hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dusun&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Tuh iti noh ralan pilion ku&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Malay &amp;nbsp; : Sebab ini lah jalan yang ku pilih&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;English&amp;nbsp; : Because this is the way that I want it to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dusun&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Id pomusarahan ku nopo daa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Malay &amp;nbsp; : Dalam fikiran ku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;English&amp;nbsp; : On my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dusun&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Au oku noh sipogihum doh suai&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Malay &amp;nbsp; : Aku tak mahu mencari yang lain lagi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;English&amp;nbsp; : I didn't mean to look for another one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dusun&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Nga au ku nokoilo ti ginawo ku&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Malay &amp;nbsp; : Tapi aku tak tahu hati ku ini&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;English&amp;nbsp; : But I don't know why my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dusun&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Tu suminimban ie di pama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Malay &amp;nbsp; : Akhirnya berubah pula&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;English&amp;nbsp; : Finally changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dusun&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Nokotongkiad oku dika toruhai&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Malay &amp;nbsp; : Aku berjauhan dengan mu buat seketika&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;English&amp;nbsp; : Been apart for a while with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dusun&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Iri no nokosuai ginawo ku&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Malay &amp;nbsp; : Sebab itu lah hatiku berubah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;English&amp;nbsp; : That's when my heart changed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dusun&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Otopot noh kanto o boros doh tulun &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Malay&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Mungkin benarlah kata orang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;English&amp;nbsp; : Probably there's a truth about what people used to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dusun&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Sodu id mato, sodu nogi id ginawo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Malay&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Jauh di mata, jauh juga di hati&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;English&amp;nbsp; : Far from sight, much afar from the heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dusun&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Uludon ku ohopod tunturu ku&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Malay&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Ku menyusun sepuluh jari ku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;English&amp;nbsp; : I arrange my 10 fingers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dusun&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Mokiampun oku'd kumaa dika&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Malay &amp;nbsp; : Meminta maaf kepada mu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;English&amp;nbsp; : Asking for forgiveness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dusun&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Mimang yoku noh matu ie nakasala&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Malay &amp;nbsp; : Mungkin memang aku yang bersalah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;English&amp;nbsp; : Perhaps it is all my fault&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dusun&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Apatut nod katagadan nu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Malay&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Memang patut untuk kau marah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;English&amp;nbsp; : Cannot blame you for getting mad&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow, so hard for me to translate this song, have to think carefully so the meaning of the song will still the same with the dusun version. Anyway, enjoy the song everyone. If there are any mistakes with the translation, do not hesitate to tell me, do not worry, I won't bite, hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-4339229697732342154?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/4339229697732342154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/dls-dusun-song.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/4339229697732342154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/4339229697732342154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/dls-dusun-song.html' title='DLS : Dusun Song'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TUy4MHV-bsI/AAAAAAAAAs4/3YjenoAVp_I/s72-c/my%252Buncle%252Bsinging%252Bat%252Bdusun%252Blotud%252Bwedding%252Bceremony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-3908918331228508164</id><published>2011-02-04T11:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T22:20:26.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>True Love Or Obsess?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, when you breakup with your boyfriend or girlfriend, you still cannot forget her/him no matter how hard you try. Thus make you believe that he/her is your true love and you try and try to get him/her back tough you know that he/she already get a new life, new girlfriend/boyfriend, get engaged or get married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is true love? Do you really know what is is? If you do not know, click &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-to-know-if-youre-in-love.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read more about it. One thing about true love is you will always ready to let go if it makes the person you love happy. Not hunting him/her down until they hate you. Obsess is an uncontrollable feeling toward your ex and you are willing to do anything to make him/her yours again. You cannot let them go and still hoping you can be together again. Does it sound like&amp;nbsp; love to you? Check more about love and obsession &lt;a href="http://www.differencebetween.net/miscellaneous/difference-between-love-and-obsession/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TUtgSnyX1LI/AAAAAAAAAsk/shr-vdsl4T0/s1600/Zezebel%252BAin%252BS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TUtgSnyX1LI/AAAAAAAAAsk/shr-vdsl4T0/s320/Zezebel%252BAin%252BS.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-to-forget-your-ex.html"&gt;Why do you cannot let it go&lt;/a&gt;? Have you ever think about it? Just how many grieving time you need to move on? and what stage are you now? As long as I concern, there are five stages in grieving which are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Denial &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;A denial stage is when you are in denial and cannot accept about the end of your relationship. You keep on thinking that the breakup is not for real and you still believe that your ex will come back to you.&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anger &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;Anger is the stage where you will try to find who to blame for the breakup. You will continuously thinking about it and always end up with getting angry with yourself or others.&lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Bargaining&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;Bargaining is the process where you will beg for another chance to get your ex.&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Depression&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;Depression is the stage where you will be sad all of the time and feel like you cannot do anything. You feel like there is no hope for you anymore.&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acceptance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;Acceptance is the last stage where you will be able to forget your past and move on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some people keep staying in the first stage, what a waste of time. I remember &lt;b&gt;someone very close to me&lt;/b&gt; told me that we just have to open our heart and eyes, in order to find a new life, new love and new hope. You will say that easier for me to say right? But, if the others can move on, why can't you? &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="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501962802560351170" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s400/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" style="height: 37px; margin-top: 0pt; width: 111px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8835673323122201792-3908918331228508164?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/3908918331228508164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/true-love-or-obsess.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3908918331228508164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3908918331228508164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/true-love-or-obsess.html' title='True Love Or Obsess?'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TUtgSnyX1LI/AAAAAAAAAsk/shr-vdsl4T0/s72-c/Zezebel%252BAin%252BS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-8175933419412009879</id><published>2011-02-03T09:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T02:23:35.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year to everyone who celebrate it. Those who do not celebrate it, happy holiday, hehe. I do not celebrate it, but my grandfather does. So, I probably will go to their house later. Cannot wait to get  an angpow from them, haha. What? I am too old to get an angpow? No. As long as I am not married, I am qualified to get an angpow, even if I am 50 years old, hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TUnsjeAos0I/AAAAAAAAAsc/NTkMJZetIEI/s1600/limau%252Bmandarin.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TUnsjeAos0I/AAAAAAAAAsc/NTkMJZetIEI/s320/limau%252Bmandarin.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As we all know, this is the year of rabbit (metal rabbit, according to the Chinese Horoscope Prediction). So, what do we know about this year? Rabbit is a harmless animal for me, so I do not think that this year is gonna be tough like last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The year of the rabbit is traditionally associated with home, artistic, diplomacy and keeping the peace. Therefore, 2011 is very likely to be relatively calmer one than 2010 both on the world scene, as well as on a personal level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TUn0ICb6h3I/AAAAAAAAAsg/fymURkeRhSg/s1600/manja%252Byearofrabbit.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TUn0ICb6h3I/AAAAAAAAAsg/fymURkeRhSg/s320/manja%252Byearofrabbit.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some famous people who was born in the year of rabbit are Albert Einstein, Leon Trotsky, Frank Sinatra, Pope Benedict XVI, Angelina Jolie, Brad Pitt,  Johnny Depp , David Beckham, Tiger Woods and Whitney Houston. One soon to be famous person that I know is my sister, Bellnita @ Manja, hehehe.&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 all for now, have to get ready for my driving lesson, uhuk uhuk. Happy Chinese New Year everyone. Hopefully you can get many angpow, hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chayo-chayo....&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/8835673323122201792-8175933419412009879?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/8175933419412009879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-chinese-new-year-2011.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8175933419412009879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8175933419412009879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-chinese-new-year-2011.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year 2011'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TUnsjeAos0I/AAAAAAAAAsc/NTkMJZetIEI/s72-c/limau%252Bmandarin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-6926408944477668671</id><published>2011-02-01T08:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T21:39:48.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Stop Talking If It  Is Just Meant To Hurt Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever meet people that every time they talk seem to annoy you? or hurt you? They like to talk but never seem to care whether its hurt&amp;nbsp; or not. What worse is, they will never ask for forgiveness. I do not know what went wrong with them. Others will make mistake, but they will not (in their opinion la)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do meet one or two in my whole life and it suck for having to face them everyday. Well, not everyday, on weekday only. At first, I still can handle it, but after three years, man! I really cannot stand it anymore, even to hear their voice from the distance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of them is like to see me and ask to shake hand with me. What is the point of him doing that? I meet him almost everyday. So you can assume that I do not want to shake hand with him, and that is where he said something like this 'Kenapa pula, saya pun manusia ba. Hina sangat kah sampai kau tidak mahu salam?' (Why so? I am also a human being. Why you did not want to shake hand with me? Hello!!! Even if you are a prime minister, I still do not want to so it, not if it have to be done everyday. Beside, it is&amp;nbsp; my hand and its up to me whether I want to touch his hand or not. If&amp;nbsp; he still forcing me, that can be considered as sexual harassment, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The other one, is also well known for his temper and 'no insurance' mouth. People cannot ask why he is late or whatever question that make him look like a bad person. He even threaten to hit me for marking an X in his attendance, haha. I am just doing my job, no need to get angry with me, right? He is just so not gentleman hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LCv10SoCkFw/TYtJjUmoHwI/AAAAAAAAAx4/YHLQ9Izx5DQ/s1600/stoptalkingifitisjustmeanttohurtme.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LCv10SoCkFw/TYtJjUmoHwI/AAAAAAAAAx4/YHLQ9Izx5DQ/s320/stoptalkingifitisjustmeanttohurtme.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, enough with it. I know some of my boss read my blog. Sorry boss, I am not talking about you, hehe. So, how about your colleagues? Ever faces the same situation? How do you handle it? For me, I just ignore them, really do not know any better way other than that, uhuk uhuk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-6926408944477668671?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/6926408944477668671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/stop-talking-if-it-is-just-meant-to.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/6926408944477668671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/6926408944477668671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/02/stop-talking-if-it-is-just-meant-to.html' title='Stop Talking If It  Is Just Meant To Hurt Me'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LCv10SoCkFw/TYtJjUmoHwI/AAAAAAAAAx4/YHLQ9Izx5DQ/s72-c/stoptalkingifitisjustmeanttohurtme.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-7209260657000208781</id><published>2011-01-31T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:28:25.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'>What To Do If You Have No Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, I really do not have any idea right now of what to write or&amp;nbsp; even of what to think. So, while looking for something to think of on the net, I found this. Very useful one, ehehe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TUYYAdU_6oI/AAAAAAAAAsE/tFVzh9LozQM/s1600/niece4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TUYYAdU_6oI/AAAAAAAAAsE/tFVzh9LozQM/s320/niece4.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What Should I Blog About? Tips for Bloggers Who Have No Ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 class="post-title single" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Both new and “old” bloggers often ask, “What should I blog about?” These  tips for bloggers who have no ideas may help catapult you from “casual  blogger” to “professional blogger” (a blogger who makes money  blogging…it’s a sweet ride, fellow scribes!). These tips focus on  writing blog posts — not creating new blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Solve problems in your own life. &lt;/strong&gt;I created six  “Quips and Tips” blogs, and I almost never write about my personal life,  opinions, or daily habits. I’d much rather share quips and tips — and I  love writing about how to solve problems! For&amp;nbsp;example, my husband and I  recently adopted a dog (black lab/German Shepherd cross) from&amp;nbsp;the SPCA.  I didn’t blog about the&amp;nbsp;adoption or training, but I did write How to Train Your Dog Without Getting Angry. When I’m wondering what to blog about, I try to solve a problem in my own life — and I&amp;nbsp;share my tips with my readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Use a phrase, idea, or person&amp;nbsp;from a previous blog post.&lt;/strong&gt;  My most popular articles on “Quips and Tips for Achieving Your Goals”  are my Halloween tips and tricks. So, to ride that horse in the  direction it’s going,&amp;nbsp;I wrote&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a “sister” blog post called Book Character Costumes – Literary Halloween Costume Ideas.  It’s not a rehash of my previous Halloween blog posts — it contains all  new ideas and it&amp;nbsp;was a blast to write! This tip for bloggers can be  effective&amp;nbsp;even if you have no ideas and only&amp;nbsp;a few old blog posts to  draw on. All you need is a kernel of an idea…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Revive your old blog posts.&lt;/strong&gt;  Since I’m a professional blogger — “Quips and Tips” is&amp;nbsp;my full-time job  –&amp;nbsp;my goal is to write&amp;nbsp;at least two blog posts a day. I’ve written over a  thousand articles, and regularly sift through&amp;nbsp;them for new ideas, tips,  and quips. I don’t just republish my old articles; I rewrite&amp;nbsp;blog posts  so they’re new and fresh. Sometimes I change my mind about ideas or  tips I’ve shared in the past; other times, I’ll take&amp;nbsp;a single&amp;nbsp;tip and  explain it further. If you don’t know what you should blog about, jump  into your previous posts with an open mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Visit&amp;nbsp;science or news websites.&lt;/strong&gt; When I was a full-time freelance writer, I read &lt;em&gt;ScienceDaily&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Eurekalerts&lt;/em&gt;  every day for new article&amp;nbsp;ideas. I don’t do that much these  days,&amp;nbsp;because I have lots of ideas for blog posts! But, when I don’t  feel like delving into my stockpile of ideas or I just need a change,  I’ll look at what’s happening on the research front.&amp;nbsp;If you’re wondering  what you should blog about, you might also read current&amp;nbsp;press releases —  they can&amp;nbsp;be a solid source of ideas for blog posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Make &lt;em&gt;WIIFM&lt;/em&gt; your standard.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;WIIFM&lt;/em&gt;  stands for “what’s in it for me”? This is a solid freelance writing  tip: writers need to give readers information that relates directly to  them or solves their problems. &lt;em&gt;WIIFM&lt;/em&gt; is also&amp;nbsp;a great way to  help you&amp;nbsp;figure out what you should blog about.&amp;nbsp;Ideas for blog posts are  everywhere&amp;nbsp;– but interesting, relevant ideas are&amp;nbsp;harder to find. If  you’re a blogger who wonders if a particular topic is worth&amp;nbsp;posting,  look at through&amp;nbsp;your&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;WIIFM&lt;/em&gt; lens.&amp;nbsp;You gotta help, inform,&amp;nbsp;or entertain your blog readers&amp;nbsp;somehow, or&amp;nbsp;they won’t&amp;nbsp;return to&amp;nbsp;your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Source : &lt;a href="http://theadventurouswriter.com/blogwriting/what-should-i-blog-about-tips-for-bloggers-who-have-no-ideas/comment-page-1/#comment-10811"&gt;The Adventurous Writer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This is just mentioning how&amp;nbsp; the writer get her idea, not supposedly can help us on our blog., as every blog is different. But, still, it is good to see how others get their idea, right? I always do the tips number four, but&amp;nbsp; not limited to news websites. I search everywhere and anywhere that I could, haha. How about you? ever facing the "no idea stage"? What did you do to get rid of it? Care to share, anyone?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; 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="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501962802560351170" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s400/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" style="height: 37px; margin-top: 0pt; width: 111px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-7209260657000208781?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/7209260657000208781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-to-do-if-you-have-no-idea.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/7209260657000208781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/7209260657000208781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-to-do-if-you-have-no-idea.html' title='What To Do If You Have No Idea'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TUYYAdU_6oI/AAAAAAAAAsE/tFVzh9LozQM/s72-c/niece4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-1776256488827877155</id><published>2011-01-30T10:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T21:43:21.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Having A Bad Mood?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever feel like you want to scold people without any reason? Or do you ever all of the sudden feel down and just want to cry? Or have you ever meet someone like that? hehe..if you do, please forgive them. This mood swings is usually happen to women especially when there is a change on their hormone. But, this does not mean that men do not having it. There is also a mood swings causes by depression, feeling of boredom or hopelessness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TUO5GYo4RKI/AAAAAAAAArI/6BTGc5v1mVs/s1600/niecebadmood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TUO5GYo4RKI/AAAAAAAAArI/6BTGc5v1mVs/s400/niecebadmood.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of us will think that depression is related to sadness. The fact is, it is also can bring feelings of moodiness, impatience, anger, or even just not caring. When all of that is out of your control, you do not need an apology here, you need to ask for a help, by seeing a therapist or counselor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some advice for you to be considered, if you ever face this situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="caps"&gt;RECOGNIZE YOU&lt;/span&gt;’RE &lt;span class="caps"&gt;NOT ALONE&lt;/span&gt;. Although not every people experiences mood changes to the same degree, they are common.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="caps"&gt;CATCH YOUR BREATH&lt;/span&gt;. Or count to 10. Or do  something that lets you settle down for a few moments, especially if  you’re feeling angry or irritable. Try to look at the situation from the  point of view of a wise observer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="caps"&gt;TALK TO PEOPLE YOU TRUST&lt;/span&gt;. Friends can  help each other by realizing that they’re not alone in their feelings.  Talking to parents is important, too. Parents can share their own  experiences dealing with bad moods. Plus, they’ll appreciate it if you  try to explain how you feel instead of just slamming a door. Teachers  and counselors are often good resources, and a doctor can help sort  through questions about development. Keeping feelings inside can make  them seem much worse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="caps"&gt;EXERCISE&lt;/span&gt;. Regular exercise produces more  beta-endorphin, a hormone that controls stress and improves mood. Go for a  run, play some tennis, ride your bike, or punch a punching bag.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="caps"&gt;GET ENOUGH SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;. Though it can be hard  to find enough time, getting adequate rest is very important. Being  tired can lead to more sadness and irritability.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="caps"&gt;CREATE&lt;/span&gt;. Get involved in some sort of  project, like starting a journal or diary, building something out of  wood, or starting an art or music piece. Writing can help you organize  and express your thoughts and feelings and will make things more  manageable. Don’t worry about grammar, spelling, or punctuation; the  important thing is just to get your thoughts on paper. Do the same thing  with paint, sculpture, music, or other art forms. Put your feelings  into your artwork.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="caps"&gt;CRY&lt;/span&gt;. There’s nothing wrong with crying;  in fact, it often makes a person feel better. However, if you find that  you are sad, irritable, bored, or hopeless much of the time, or if you  just can’t seem to shake the blues, you might be depressed and need help  from a counselor or doctor. If you’re feeling stressed or angry a lot  of the time, getting help could be very useful for you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="caps"&gt;WAIT&lt;/span&gt;. Just as you can get into a bad mood  for what seems like no reason at times, that mood can also pass. If  your negative mood sticks around too long, though — or if it’s  interfering with the way you deal with friends, parents, school, or  activities — then you may want to talk to a school counselor, parent, or  therapist about what you can do to feel better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.newsabahtimes.com.my/nstweb/fullstory/45737"&gt;New Sabah Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do talk to someone that you trust if you are in depress, believe me, you are not alone. The people who love you will never leave you if you are in need. By sharing your feeling, you can reduce your pressure and you will be able to laugh again, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501962802560351170" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s400/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" style="height: 37px; margin-top: 0pt; width: 111px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-1776256488827877155?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/1776256488827877155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/01/having-bad-mood.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/1776256488827877155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/1776256488827877155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/01/having-bad-mood.html' title='Having A Bad Mood?'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TUO5GYo4RKI/AAAAAAAAArI/6BTGc5v1mVs/s72-c/niecebadmood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-7997170529303526466</id><published>2011-01-27T07:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T02:19:36.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>My Favourite Song</title><content type='html'>I heard he sang a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard he sang it from his heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found out thought I would die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that lullaby was mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard he sealed it with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gently kissed her cherry lip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because his kiss belonged to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could an angel break my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't he catch my falling star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I didn't wish so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wished our love apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could an angel break my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard her face was white as rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft as a rose that blooms in May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He keeps her picture in a frame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he sleeps he calls her name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she makes him smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he used to smile at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she doesn't make him laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because his laugh belongs to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could an angel break my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't he catch my falling star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I didn't wish so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wished our love apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could an angel break my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my soul is dying, it's crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could an angel break my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't he catch my falling star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I didn't wish so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wished our love apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could an angel break my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source : How Could An Angel Break My Heart ~ Toni Braxton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YsC3MXaoYjE/TYtN_5yA8LI/AAAAAAAAAx8/GD0INyvHGXE/s1600/My+Favourite+Song.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YsC3MXaoYjE/TYtN_5yA8LI/AAAAAAAAAx8/GD0INyvHGXE/s320/My+Favourite+Song.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I do not know why, but I like Toni Braxton. I love to hear most of her song. It never fail to make me sing along every time I heard her song on a radio or television. What about you? Who is your favourite singer? What is your favourite song? Anybody like Toni Braxton?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-7997170529303526466?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/7997170529303526466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-favourite-song.html#comment-form' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/7997170529303526466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/7997170529303526466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-favourite-song.html' title='My Favourite Song'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YsC3MXaoYjE/TYtN_5yA8LI/AAAAAAAAAx8/GD0INyvHGXE/s72-c/My+Favourite+Song.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-2198034373372928158</id><published>2011-01-24T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T08:14:57.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>The New Boss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is been almost a month since we got our new boss. The funny thing is we have been hearing things that this new boss are bad and somewhat fussy. So we have been worried ever since, trying to finish all of the unfinished work. But, spending our times from 8 to 5 with her is somewhat interesting and fun for me, really. I do not know about my other colleagues, but personally, I really like her and I adore her ability to control things and manage her life as a boss, as a wife and as a mother ( she is apart from her husband and children, and the youngest one is just 10 months old).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TTreeu7b2AI/AAAAAAAAAqM/C_uKC1S45cs/s1600/210820102499.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TTreeu7b2AI/AAAAAAAAAqM/C_uKC1S45cs/s320/210820102499.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I do not know whether my work is getting less or not. What I know is I do not have to handle any letters and files anymore, but every work regarding computer would be my responsibility. Been hearing that I will handle the account soon, but hopefully it will never happen. I do not know anything about account and I think my brain also not ready to learn about it (and will never be), uhuk uhuk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auw, enough about my work. Now, what I have been trying to say here is "never judge a book by its cover". Never judge a person just by hearing what other said. We have to know him / her first, then we decide whether the story about them is right or wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501962802560351170" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s400/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" style="height: 37px; margin-top: 0pt; width: 111px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-2198034373372928158?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/2198034373372928158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-boss.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/2198034373372928158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/2198034373372928158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-boss.html' title='The New Boss'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TTreeu7b2AI/AAAAAAAAAqM/C_uKC1S45cs/s72-c/210820102499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-188454732136972046</id><published>2011-01-23T07:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T07:47:44.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contest'/><title type='text'>On Its Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TTRYSsu01nI/AAAAAAAAAqA/rPvLHJQIvsE/s1600/2010+WW+Contest+gift.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TTRYSsu01nI/AAAAAAAAAqA/rPvLHJQIvsE/s320/2010+WW+Contest+gift.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Books&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TTRYUUz74ZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/PBCmSGXWB4k/s1600/it+seal+and+ready+for+poslaju..JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TTRYUUz74ZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/PBCmSGXWB4k/s320/it+seal+and+ready+for+poslaju..JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;he Proof&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As we all knew, the winner for my WW contest is Sumandak Kinabalu @ Jane. I asked her whether she want the money or the books and she chose the books. So, there you go Jane, here are your books, hehe. More than 10 books for you there, and I can imagine you will not sleep at night just to finish reading all of the books in one night..haha. So now you have more books to be review for your blog, ehehe.&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 is all that I can say for now. Happy reading to&amp;nbsp; you Sumandak. Do let me know if you already got the books, :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501962802560351170" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s400/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" style="height: 37px; margin-top: 0pt; width: 111px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-188454732136972046?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/188454732136972046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-its-way.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/188454732136972046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/188454732136972046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-its-way.html' title='On Its Way'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TTRYSsu01nI/AAAAAAAAAqA/rPvLHJQIvsE/s72-c/2010+WW+Contest+gift.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-672995362145922325</id><published>2011-01-20T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T08:19:16.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Govt to build RM62m road linking Belaga and Bakun</title><content type='html'>Some 15,000 villagers here stand to benefit from the building of a  new road linking Belaga and Bakun under the army’s community program­me &lt;i&gt;Jiwa Murni&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Prime  Minister Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak announced yesterday that the  Government would allocate RM62mil for this 37km stretch, which will  begin construction in a month’s time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“With this (road), the  people here will feel the difference and benefit from it,” he said when  opening a new RM46mil clinic here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The road was one of the projects in the wish list of the Belaga people that was granted by Najib yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He is the first Prime Minister to set foot in Belaga town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The  other projects approved are a RM2.3mil bridge over Sungai Linau and a  kindergarten in Lusong Laku, the upgrading of SMK Belaga and other old  schools and supply of clean water to Belaga town and nearby longhouses  at a cost of RM35mil by October next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the new 20-bed  Belaga clinic, he said it would be equipped with an X-ray machine and he  would see to it that the clinic also had at least one full-time doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Earlier, Najib said the Government would continue to help the rural communities particularly in Sarawak and Sabah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“My  personal satisfaction is when I get to help the people in the rural  areas and know that they are satisfied with the effort made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“My coming here today is to help the people of Belaga,” he told a cheering crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2011/1/16/nation/7810828&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;The Star &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TTJTkak4FpI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-VUUZm1rLQg/s1600/Telaga+Road.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TTJTkak4FpI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-VUUZm1rLQg/s320/Telaga+Road.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TTJURy-fZBI/AAAAAAAAAp8/FmjsM4mPVFM/s1600/Telaga+Road2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TTJURy-fZBI/AAAAAAAAAp8/FmjsM4mPVFM/s320/Telaga+Road2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Auw...how I wish that letter B turn to T, so we do not have to face this situation again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501962802560351170" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s400/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" style="height: 37px; margin-top: 0pt; width: 111px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-672995362145922325?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/672995362145922325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/01/govt-to-build-rm62m-road-linking-belaga.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-4383207863658762430</id><published>2011-01-18T08:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T17:33:59.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Underneath It All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I have been tagged by my blogger friend, Didzy . I just&amp;nbsp; have to answer four simple questions, about myself; Anyway, I have been very busy for now (with my job and my driving lesson ), I only have one day to&amp;nbsp; finish, make and manage my blog posts, uhuk uhuk.&amp;nbsp; So if you have been wondering why I do not commenting back or reply your comment, it is because I really cannot. But I still try commenting back when I have the chance to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, are you ready to know a little bit more about myself? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's your hobby?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing games, cooking, eating, reading. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; List down the places you wish to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emm...I do not have any at this moment, honestly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 3. &amp;nbsp; Your positive side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not easily give up, will always try my best to achieve my goal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 4. &amp;nbsp; Your negative side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moody and emotional, hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Feel free to tagged yourself if you want to. I am sure everyone would like to know a little more about you, hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TTHQL0rCMHI/AAAAAAAAApw/1G-Anos95nE/s1600/nature.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TTHQL0rCMHI/AAAAAAAAApw/1G-Anos95nE/s320/nature.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501962802560351170" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s400/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" style="height: 37px; margin-top: 0pt; width: 111px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-4383207863658762430?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/4383207863658762430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/01/underneath-it-all.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/4383207863658762430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/4383207863658762430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/01/underneath-it-all.html' title='Underneath It All'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TTHQL0rCMHI/AAAAAAAAApw/1G-Anos95nE/s72-c/nature.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-3491256849548058010</id><published>2011-01-17T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T08:33:21.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>In A Lazy Mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today is Monday, I know most of us feel a little lazy, still on a weekend mood I guess hehe. So, I am sharing some jokes here with the hope that it can lighten up your day. Have fun reading it my dear friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TTHQdni5ZnI/AAAAAAAAAp0/uMYcVjQzI2g/s1600/laugh2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TTHQdni5ZnI/AAAAAAAAAp0/uMYcVjQzI2g/s320/laugh2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: blue; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="jjcon"&gt;A young boy enters a barber shop and the barber  whispers to his customer, “This is the dumbest kid in the world. Watch  while I prove it to you.”   The barber puts a dollar bill in one hand and two quarters in the other,  then calls the boy over and asks, “Which do you want, son?”  The boy takes the quarters and leaves.  “What did I tell you?” said the barber. “That kid never learns!” Later,  when the customer leaves, he sees the same young boy coming out of the  ice cream store.  “Hey, son! May I ask you a question? Why did you take the quarters  instead of the dollar bill?”  The boy licked his cone and replied, “Because the day I take the dollar,  the game is over!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="jjcon"&gt;Three guys, stranded on a desert island, find a  magic lantern containing a genie, who grants them each one wish. The  first guy wishes he was off the island and back home. The second guy  wishes the same. The third guy says "I’m lonely. I wish my friends were  back here."&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A guy meets a hooker in a bar. She says, "This is  your lucky night. I’ve got a special game for you. I’ll do absolutely  anything you want for $300, as long as you can say it in three words."  The guy replies, "Hey, why not?" He pull his wallet out of his pocket,  and one at a time lays three hundred-dollar bills on the bar, and says,  slowly: "Paint…my…house."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="jjcon"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="jjcon"&gt;A guy has a talking dog. He brings it to a talent  scout. "This dog can speak English," he claims to the unimpressed agent.  "Okay, Sport," the guys says to the dog, "what’s on the top of a  house?" "Roof!" the dog replies. "Oh, come on..." the talent agent  responds. "All dogs go ‘roof’." "No, wait," the guy says. He asks the  dog "what does sandpaper feel like?" "Rough!" the dog answers. The  talent agent gives a condescending blank stare. He is losing his  patience. "No, hang on," the guy says. "This one will amaze you. " He  turns and asks the dog: "Who, in your opinion, was the greatest baseball  player of all time?" "Ruth!" goes the dog. And the talent scout, having  seen enough, boots them out of his office onto the street. And the dog  turns to the guy and says "Maybe I shoulda said DiMaggio?"&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: blue; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A guy shows up late for work. The boss yells "You should have been here at 8:30!" he replies: "Why? What happened at 8:30?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="jjcon"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="jjcon"&gt;My sister was with two men in one night. She could hardly walk after that. Can you imagine? Two dinners!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="jjattr"&gt; (Sarah Silverman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: blue; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="jjcon"&gt;I can’t think of anything worse after a night of  drinking than waking up next to someone and not being able to remember  their name, or how you met, or why they’re dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="jjattr"&gt; (Laura Kightlinger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="jjattr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A guy tells his psychiatrist: ‘It was terrible. I  was away on business, and I emailed my wife that I’d be back a day  early. I rushed home from the airport and found her in bed with my best  friend. I don’t get it. How could she do this to me?" "Well," says the  psychiatrist. "Maybe she didn’t see the email."&lt;span class="jjcon"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="jjcon" style="color: blue;"&gt;My grandfather always said, "Don't watch your money;  watch your health." So one day while I was watching my health, someone  stole my money. It was my grandfather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="jjattr" style="color: blue;"&gt; (Jackie Mason)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A guy dies and is sent to Hell. Satan meets him,  shows him doors to three rooms, and says he must choose one to spend  eternity in. In the first room, people are standing in shit up to their  necks. The guy says "no, let me see the next room." In the second room,  people are standing with shit up to their noses. Guy says no again.  Finally, Satan opens the door to the third room. People are standing  with shit up to their knees, drinking coffee and eating danish pastries.  The guy says, "I pick this room." Satan says okay and starts to leave,  and the guy wades in and starts pouring some coffee. On the way out  Satan yells, "O.K., coffee break's over. Everyone back on your heads!"&lt;span class="jjcon"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: blue; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="jjcon"&gt;A&amp;nbsp; man is walking on the beach when he  discovers a bottle containing genie. He rubs it and a genie comes out,  promises to grant him one wish. He says, "Peace in the Middle east,  that's my wish." The genie looks concerned, then says "No, I'm sorry,  that's just not possible. Some things just can't be changed. Do you have  another wish?" The guys says 'Well...for my whole life I've never received oral sex from my wife. That would be my wish." The genie pauses  for another moment and then says "How would you define peace?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="jjcon"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="jjcon"&gt;I was making love to this girl and she started  crying. I said, "Are you going to hate yourself in the morning?" She  said. "No. I hate myself now."&lt;/span&gt; (Rodney Dangerfield)&lt;span class="jjcon"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: blue; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="jjcon"&gt;A guy asks a lawyer what his fee is. "I charge $50  for three questions," the lawyer says. "That’s awfully steep, isn’t it?"  the guy asks. "Yes," the lawyer replies, "Now what’s your final  question?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="jjcon"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="jjcon"&gt;I know a guy who called up the Home Shopping Network. They said "Can I help you?" and he said "No, I'm just looking."&lt;/span&gt; (George Miller)&lt;span class="jjcon"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: blue; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="jjcon"&gt;A&amp;nbsp; guy goes into a confession box. "Father  O’Malley," he says, "my name is Emil Cohen. I’m seventy eight years old.  Believe it or not, I’m currently involved with a 28 year old girl, and  also, on the side, her 19 year old sister. We engage in all manner of  pleasure, and in my entire life I’ve never felt better." "My good man,"  says the priest, "I think you’ve come to the wrong place. Why are you  telling me?" And the guy goes: "I’m telling everybody!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.bluedonut.com/jokes.htm"&gt;The 100 Funniest Jokes Of All Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coolfunnyjokes.com/Funny-Jokes/Misc-Jokes/51-Ways-to-Annoy-Everybody.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501962802560351170" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s400/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" style="height: 37px; margin-top: 0pt; width: 111px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-3491256849548058010?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/3491256849548058010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-lazy-mode.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3491256849548058010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/3491256849548058010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-lazy-mode.html' title='In A Lazy Mode'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TTHQdni5ZnI/AAAAAAAAAp0/uMYcVjQzI2g/s72-c/laugh2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-8492770253856755884</id><published>2011-01-16T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T08:44:24.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contest'/><title type='text'>The Final Result</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2010 WW Top 5 Contestants&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;83 Points&lt;/b&gt;-Sumandak Kinabalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;80&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Points&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-Just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;69 Points-&lt;/b&gt;Marcus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;65 Points&lt;/b&gt;-StellaClaire-Richard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;51 Points&lt;/b&gt;-Mrs Graig_Kenny &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Complete list of contestant&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lieya latiff +2 points+5+2+2+2+2+5+2= 22&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sumandak Kinabalu +5 points+2+2+5+5+5+2+2+5+25(review)+5(Blogger)+5(Networkblog)+5(email)+5(Twitter)+5=83&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lina +2points+2points+2 points+2+2=10&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just +5 points+25(review)+5(Blogger)+5(Networkedblog)+5(Twitter)+ 5(email)+2+2+5+5+5+2+2+5+2=80&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anif +2 points+2+2=6&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Didzy +2 points+5+2=9&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;makdara TERdiva +2 points=2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Syafrizal +2 points+2=4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hafizmd +5 points.=5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ONN +2 points+2=4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;annfrendly +2 points.=2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Admin@donny +5 points+5=10&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suri +2 points+5+2=9&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Khulanz +2 points.=2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fir'aun NgebLoG +2 points+2=4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;levian +2 points+2=4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;zuriey +2 points+2+5=9&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FyZa +2 points+2=4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;StellaClaire-Richard +2 points++25(review)+5(Blogger)+5(Networkedblog) +5(Twitter) +5(email)+5+2+2+5+2=65&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;curio&amp;nbsp; +5 points+5+2+2=14&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amy Syaquena +2 points+2=4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;b.r.u.t.a.l.s.o.l.o +2 points=2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ciklinn +2 points=2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;beanizer_05 +2 points+5+5+5+2=19&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;akubiomed +5 points+5+2+2+5+2+5+2=28&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;maslinamansor +5 points+5+2+2+2=16&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;etomyam +5 points+2=7&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ellen +2 points=2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jolly Princess +2 points=2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ismail N&amp;nbsp; +2 points+2 points+2=6&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vera Peter +2 points+2+2+5=11&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gadisBunga +5 points+2+2+2+2+5=18&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomato Gurl's Life +5 points+2=7&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marcus +5 points+25(review)+5(Blogger)+5(Networkedblog)+5(Twitter)+ 5(email)+5+5+5+2=69&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;J.M.R +2 points=2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dnoBiz +2 points+2=4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zikri Husaini +5 points+5=10&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cemomoi +2 points+2=4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;khairolghani +2 points=2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jellybelly +5 points+2=7&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;faRhaNa +2 points=2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kucingorengemok +2 points=2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ati Masrif +2 points=2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gayahspears +2 points=2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kata kila +2 points=2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hadi Rofiee +2 points=2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eiela +2 points=2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mummynana +2 points=2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is f.A.z.A +5 points+2+2+2=11&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raymondtee +2 points=2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tehr +2 points=2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rebelle Me +2 points=2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MushroomCute +2 points=2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Secangkir madu merah +2 points=2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mrs Graig_Kenny +2 points+25(review)+5(Blogger)+5(Networkedblog)+5(Twitter)+ 5(email)+2+2=51&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;en_me + 2 points=2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mancai +5 points=5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mizurra +5 points=5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dempsey Sanders +2 points=2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jamie +2points =2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*luv Syahnia* +2 points=2 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ali ridha +5 points =5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stephaine+2 points =2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TMcRlKH70DI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/dWlVx6SqhH4/s1600/2010+Wordless+Wednesday+Contest.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TMcRlKH70DI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/dWlVx6SqhH4/s400/2010+Wordless+Wednesday+Contest.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, the winner for this contest is &lt;a href="http://sabahwomen.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;Sumandak Kinabalu&lt;/a&gt; . Please choose whether you want the money or the books and notify me by commenting here, through email or sms. For the rest, thank you for your participation, I wish I could give more than 'thank you' but what can I do. Wait until I get rich la.....&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;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501962802560351170" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s400/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" style="height: 37px; margin-top: 0pt; width: 111px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-8492770253856755884?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/8492770253856755884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/01/final-result.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8492770253856755884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8492770253856755884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/01/final-result.html' title='The Final Result'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TMcRlKH70DI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/dWlVx6SqhH4/s72-c/2010+Wordless+Wednesday+Contest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-8406247461303582519</id><published>2011-01-15T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T11:57:17.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contest'/><title type='text'>Can We Accept it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry for the late update for the WW result my dear friends. I know I made a promise to update it yesterday but I was so busy and tired. Anyway, as you all know, the last WW answer is '&lt;b&gt;pen drive @ thumb drive&lt;/b&gt;'. No one had give 'pen drive' as their answer. &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&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;b&gt;Sumandak Kinabalu&lt;/b&gt; answered it as "&lt;b&gt;has a special feature, can store and transfer data using this watch&lt;/b&gt;". I can accept her answer but as this is a contest, and I really do not want anyone to feel like I have been unfair, so I am going to ask you whether we can accept her answer as the correct answer or not. If there is no complain from the other contestant, Sumandak Kinabalu will be the winner for this contest then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TMcRlKH70DI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/dWlVx6SqhH4/s1600/2010+Wordless+Wednesday+Contest.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TMcRlKH70DI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/dWlVx6SqhH4/s400/2010+Wordless+Wednesday+Contest.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Money or Books? &lt;/b&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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TPOltQn7ZLI/AAAAAAAAAlo/v_PwbE9GjT8/s1600/new+book.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TPOltQn7ZLI/AAAAAAAAAlo/v_PwbE9GjT8/s400/new+book.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;More Books&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go my friends. Please response as soon as possible. Thank you in advance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501962802560351170" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s400/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" style="height: 37px; margin-top: 0pt; width: 111px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-8406247461303582519?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/8406247461303582519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/01/can-we-accept-it.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8406247461303582519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/8406247461303582519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/01/can-we-accept-it.html' title='Can We Accept it?'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TMcRlKH70DI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/dWlVx6SqhH4/s72-c/2010+Wordless+Wednesday+Contest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-4963536620896442822</id><published>2011-01-13T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T08:34:52.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contest'/><title type='text'>It Is a Thumb drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The answer for yesterday WW is thumb drive. To anyone who still new in my blog, every Wednesday I will be  posting a picture or sets of picture and you need to guess&amp;nbsp; what I am  trying to say in the picture. &amp;nbsp;I maybe will post together a caption,  quote or a little bit clue in the post. The rest you need to look  carefully at the pictures, the answer is normally there. The answer of  the Wordless Wednesday will be on the next day (Thursday). Thank you to  everyone who join my Wordless Wednesday contest. I had extended the WW  for 2 weeks and add some books in this contest. This gonna be the last question for the contest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TSkGy7QSyxI/AAAAAAAAAo4/0DOk3Hi0vrs/s1600/011220103925.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TSkGy7QSyxI/AAAAAAAAAo4/0DOk3Hi0vrs/s320/011220103925.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I cannot update the list of people who get it right, so sorry friends, but do not worry, I will post it tomorrow, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;If you want to know more about this contest, you can read official post about it here:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2010/10/2010-wordless-wednesday-contest.html"&gt;2010 Wordless Wednesday Contest&lt;/a&gt;.  Please read it carefully if you want to participate. Everyone is  welcome to join the fun of guessing the correct answer. Feel free to  comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Is a Thumb drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So everyone, this is the last question in this contest, hehe and as you can see at the picture, this watch is also a 64mb thumb drive, Cannot store too much in it tough, hoho. I seldom use it but always bring it in my office. I remembered once when some of my friend want to borrow a thumb drive or pen drive or whatever you call it, I gave this watch to them, and they just like "Aik? I am asking for a thumb drive, not watch" haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501962802560351170" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s400/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" style="height: 37px; margin-top: 0pt; width: 111px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-4963536620896442822?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/4963536620896442822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-is-thumb-drive.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/4963536620896442822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/4963536620896442822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-is-thumb-drive.html' title='It Is a Thumb drive'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TSkGy7QSyxI/AAAAAAAAAo4/0DOk3Hi0vrs/s72-c/011220103925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-1594429778406333086</id><published>2011-01-12T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T08:53:47.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contest'/><title type='text'>WW : What Special With this Watch?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TSiNGRn1R6I/AAAAAAAAAoU/R9tMliFuzgk/s1600/011220103927.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TSiNGRn1R6I/AAAAAAAAAoU/R9tMliFuzgk/s320/011220103927.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TQwZ2RsNW8I/AAAAAAAAAmo/nE4cDatwkak/s1600/tea+or+coffee.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wordless Wednesday : What Special With this Watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This post is a part of &lt;a href="http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2010/10/2010-wordless-wednesday-contest.html"&gt;2010 Wordless Wednesday Contest&lt;/a&gt;. Please read if you want to participate. Everyone is welcome to join the fun of guessing the correct answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chayo-chayo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s1600/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501962802560351170" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TFrmBK4Fu8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQV4pL1R1ek/s400/Zezebel+blogspot+Signature.png" style="height: 37px; margin-top: 0pt; width: 111px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-1594429778406333086?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/1594429778406333086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/01/ww-what-special-with-this-watch.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/1594429778406333086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/1594429778406333086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/01/ww-what-special-with-this-watch.html' title='WW : What Special With this Watch?'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TSiNGRn1R6I/AAAAAAAAAoU/R9tMliFuzgk/s72-c/011220103927.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-4950808499994941012</id><published>2011-01-11T08:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T02:12:48.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Let's have  Some LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was actually looking for some information when I found this. I really think that this is so funny that I decided to share it with all of you, hehe. Have fun reading it my dear friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TSiOzHo68BI/AAAAAAAAAoc/AX0knN_OnA8/s1600/laugh.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TSiOzHo68BI/AAAAAAAAAoc/AX0knN_OnA8/s320/laugh.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20 Fun Things To Do On an Elevator While Bored&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next time you're on an elevator and feel a little bored, liven up the moment with some of these insightful ideas. Guaranteed to make heads turn or your money back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;When there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder and then pretend it wasn't you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call the Psychic Hotline from your cell phone and ask if they know what floor you're on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swat at flies that don't exist.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering, "Shut up, all of you, just shut up!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside, ask, "Got enough air in there?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lay down a Twister mat and ask people if they'd like to play.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leave a box in the corner, and when someone gets on, ask them if they hear something ticking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask if you can push the button for other people, but push the wrong ones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretend you are a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the passengers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stand silently and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stare, grinning at another passenger for a while, and then announce, "I have new socks on."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers, "This is my personal space!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fart loudly then exclaim "Was that you. There's no way I could do that one because unfortately mine don't come out loud."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before the elevator door opens shout "DING" and then laugh and say "beat you again Mr Elevator."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stand really close to someone, sniffing them occasionally.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hire a labrador, wear sunglasses and repeatedly walk into the walls whilst pretending to not hear the other passenger's direction.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drop a pen and wait until someone reaches to help pick it up, then scream, "that's mine!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold the doors open and say you're waiting for your friend. After a while, let the doors close and say, "Hi Greg. How's your day been?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce in horror, "You're one of THEM!" and back away slowly. (&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.funnyandjokes.com/20-fun-things-to-do-on-an-elevator-while-bored.html"&gt;20 Fun Things To Do On an Elevator While Bored&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8835673323122201792-4950808499994941012?l=zezebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/feeds/4950808499994941012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/01/lets-have-some-lol.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/4950808499994941012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8835673323122201792/posts/default/4950808499994941012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zezebel.blogspot.com/2011/01/lets-have-some-lol.html' title='Let&apos;s have  Some LOL'/><author><name>Zezebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636376205862478309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-r99FhQ39g/TYRk0NDmLCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NW3ZjYOly1g/s220/belle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBjICqkHLS4/TSiOzHo68BI/AAAAAAAAAoc/AX0knN_OnA8/s72-c/laugh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8835673323122201792.post-5276292326283789171</id><published>2011-01-09T08:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T02:07:14.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>To Beanie With Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, as I promised to you Beanizer, here are my answers to your tag. Sorry it took some time for me to answer it, hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beanie asks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1/ What is your favorite foodie on Christmas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~ Nothing special, I like all kind of food ( as long as I can eat it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2/ Is there something you wanted to change or make unusual this Christmas or New Year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~ Dunno, can't think any hehe&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;3/ If you would be asked to choose honestly between a last-piece gift (material) you've been dying to have and a 12-hour bonding with someone you longed for..which would you choose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~ I choose the last-piece gift, haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4/ Aside from home, where would you like to spend your Christmas or New Year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~ Dunno, always spend it at home (watching television).&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5/ Proceeds will go to charity, Which would you prefer to pet? Piranha, Shark, Snake, Crocodile? You MUST choose one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~Shark?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6/ You are obliged to date someone, who would you choose: a murderer? a retard? a perv? Choose wisely and explain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~Auww, a murderer maybe, so that I could kill anybody that hurt me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7/ What talent/ skill do you desperately want but never owned? State one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~ Lying, so that I could lie and never hurt anyone because I can tell what they want and like to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8/ If you are to buy me a gift, what would it be? Excuses of not-giving is not allowed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~ Emm... a pet? piranha maybe? 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