<?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-11075738</id><updated>2011-12-16T17:09:11.303+08:00</updated><category term='izzati'/><title type='text'>Bloggerista</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-9158878378417296305</id><published>2008-03-07T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:12.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New artwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R-Cb_W7Mr2I/AAAAAAAAAQE/xeQd0neSVgY/s1600-h/Slide1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179311084264009570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R-Cb_W7Mr2I/AAAAAAAAAQE/xeQd0neSVgY/s320/Slide1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sexy Sofea with my new artwork...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didnt know I still had it in me.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh wait a minute... Do I ? (Perasan nyer..Heh heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-9158878378417296305?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/9158878378417296305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=9158878378417296305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/9158878378417296305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/9158878378417296305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-artwork.html' title='New artwork'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R-Cb_W7Mr2I/AAAAAAAAAQE/xeQd0neSVgY/s72-c/Slide1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-2947295094219412011</id><published>2008-03-03T04:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:12.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check up at KK with Mummy Zati</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anis Ariana finally discharge from KK hospital healthy at 4.81kg and 55.5cm (that's almost half a metre!) Well,  handling a baby,  baby bag and a stroller is really not easy to handle  on your own.  Thank goodness, Mummy Zati was around. My lifesaver! Like a pro, she handled everything easily and smoothly throughout the appointment, shopping, lunch and taxi ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Anis is adoring the leisurely day out and the fresh air although its more like aircon air. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8sce43LoII/AAAAAAAAAP8/d2pylNdYhK4/s1600-h/27022008276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8sce43LoII/AAAAAAAAAP8/d2pylNdYhK4/s320/27022008276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173259913950634114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anis all bundled up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8sMmY3LoDI/AAAAAAAAAPU/BdKRXiDXryE/s1600-h/27022008%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8sMmY3LoDI/AAAAAAAAAPU/BdKRXiDXryE/s320/27022008%28007%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173242450613608498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mummy Zati on phone while carrying Anis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8sMnI3LoEI/AAAAAAAAAPc/chMhdIObAQ4/s1600-h/27022008%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8sMnI3LoEI/AAAAAAAAAPc/chMhdIObAQ4/s320/27022008%28008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173242463498510402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anis waiting for her milk to be heated up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8sMnY3LoFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/iCF9uCz0_y4/s1600-h/27022008%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8sMnY3LoFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/iCF9uCz0_y4/s320/27022008%28009%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173242467793477714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So calm and collected unlike panicky me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8sMoI3LoGI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OFfJWlwOH-Q/s1600-h/27022008%28010%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8sMoI3LoGI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OFfJWlwOH-Q/s320/27022008%28010%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173242480678379618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Burping Anis pro-style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8sMoY3LoHI/AAAAAAAAAP0/0hZgIyQYmPI/s1600-h/27022008%28011%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8sMoY3LoHI/AAAAAAAAAP0/0hZgIyQYmPI/s320/27022008%28011%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173242484973346930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Burp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8sJW43Ln-I/AAAAAAAAAOs/tobJ3AOUlic/s1600-h/27022008%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8sJW43Ln-I/AAAAAAAAAOs/tobJ3AOUlic/s320/27022008%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173238885790752738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Me look cute?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8sJXo3Ln_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/9IgwxSg82AQ/s1600-h/27022008%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8sJXo3Ln_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/9IgwxSg82AQ/s320/27022008%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173238898675654642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Me AM cute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8sJX43LoAI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DKLHHtpLteM/s1600-h/27022008%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8sJX43LoAI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DKLHHtpLteM/s320/27022008%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173238902970621954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Dont believe me? Fine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8sJYI3LoBI/AAAAAAAAAPE/WQ8So8-eK3w/s1600-h/27022008%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8sJYI3LoBI/AAAAAAAAAPE/WQ8So8-eK3w/s320/27022008%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173238907265589266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have better things to do than to prove that I am cute"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8sJYo3LoCI/AAAAAAAAAPM/4yTixT1e-AE/s1600-h/27022008%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8sJYo3LoCI/AAAAAAAAAPM/4yTixT1e-AE/s320/27022008%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173238915855523874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I AM cute Lah"&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/11075738-2947295094219412011?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2947295094219412011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=2947295094219412011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/2947295094219412011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/2947295094219412011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2008/03/check-up-at-kk-with-mummy-zati.html' title='Check up at KK with Mummy Zati'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8sce43LoII/AAAAAAAAAP8/d2pylNdYhK4/s72-c/27022008276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-5467237721888692140</id><published>2008-03-03T02:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:12.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anis &amp; her Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8r4wY3Ln3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/BmLagxx8kww/s1600-h/26022008%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8r4wY3Ln3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/BmLagxx8kww/s320/26022008%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173220632179744626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anis watching tv with Tok Ayah and happen to catch her deep set dimple on camera. Woohoo! Although this is the only shot out of her 3 dimples, I'll get the rest sooner or later.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8r4w43Ln4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/o7JAeZXyvI4/s1600-h/26022008%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8r4w43Ln4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/o7JAeZXyvI4/s320/26022008%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173220640769679234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anis chats with Tok Ayah, complaining and what-nots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8r4xY3Ln5I/AAAAAAAAAOE/CAVflIcCLs0/s1600-h/26022008%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8r4xY3Ln5I/AAAAAAAAAOE/CAVflIcCLs0/s320/26022008%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173220649359613842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Macam real jer eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8r4xo3Ln6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/4dnL0N8X8h0/s1600-h/26022008%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8r4xo3Ln6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/4dnL0N8X8h0/s320/26022008%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173220653654581154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anis too tired to continue chatting and decided to just listen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8r4yI3Ln7I/AAAAAAAAAOU/2jcTuDkB5DQ/s1600-h/26022008%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8r4yI3Ln7I/AAAAAAAAAOU/2jcTuDkB5DQ/s320/26022008%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173220662244515762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tok Ayah, let me sleep please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8r5SI3Ln9I/AAAAAAAAAOk/6F76PPPsCXk/s1600-h/26022008%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8r5SI3Ln9I/AAAAAAAAAOk/6F76PPPsCXk/s320/26022008%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173221212000329682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Totally drained, she finally sleeps.&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/11075738-5467237721888692140?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5467237721888692140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=5467237721888692140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/5467237721888692140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/5467237721888692140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2008/03/anis-her-grandpa.html' title='Anis &amp; her Grandpa'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8r4wY3Ln3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/BmLagxx8kww/s72-c/26022008%28002%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-841049637466369132</id><published>2008-02-27T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:12.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Magazine Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8RW9qnfh4I/AAAAAAAAAM0/_DuIrekTpok/s1600-h/Baby+Magazine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171353889540114306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8RW9qnfh4I/AAAAAAAAAM0/_DuIrekTpok/s320/Baby+Magazine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying new styles of making Anis Albums..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute styles. Check out 'http://www.fototrix.com'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-841049637466369132?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/841049637466369132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=841049637466369132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/841049637466369132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/841049637466369132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2008/02/baby-magazine-cover.html' title='Baby Magazine Cover'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8RW9qnfh4I/AAAAAAAAAM0/_DuIrekTpok/s72-c/Baby+Magazine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-2409332521932660268</id><published>2008-02-24T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:13.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manhattan Fish Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8RYianfh6I/AAAAAAAAANE/sKFgYWVA2qw/s1600-h/24022008(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171355620411934626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8RYianfh6I/AAAAAAAAANE/sKFgYWVA2qw/s320/24022008(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MFM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Popped into this American-style Fish &amp;amp; Seafood diner similar to Fish &amp;amp; Co at Plaza Singapura with Zati &amp;amp; Fatimah one fine evening and boy were we in for a surprise. Greeted by a jolly waiter and seated in a slightly cramp style seating, we ordered the platter as it has a variety of dishes to sample. The drinks menu was lacking unlike at Fish &amp;amp; Co. Many aspects were similar to Fish &amp;amp; Co so I already started comparing. I thought I will be disappointed by the service but the food came fast and served by jovial servers. The ultimate deciding factor on whether I will continue to go to Fish &amp;amp; Co or begin my rendezvous with MFM is the taste! The food speak for itself! MFM, you've got a loyal customer for sure. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8RYianfh7I/AAAAAAAAANM/S0fWa5UNjpw/s1600-h/24022008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171355620411934642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8RYianfh7I/AAAAAAAAANM/S0fWa5UNjpw/s320/24022008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Platter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Seafood Platter consist of fried calamari rings, fried oyster, fries, flame-grilled prawns, fried fish fillet and savoury rice. The calamari rings were so rich in taste that once you pop one in your mouth, I can assure you, you just cant stop. The flavourful rice is one of a kind. It looks plain but you cant deny the delicious taste of the savoury rice. The most delicious plain-looking rice I have ever tasted in my life! The fish fillet is soft just melt in your mouth. If I was not too full with the rice, the fish would be gone in an instant. If one would want to try oysters, this dish would be a good place to start. The prawns deserve a whole tribute on its own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8RYiqnfh8I/AAAAAAAAANU/iswGXyFfsmE/s1600-h/24022008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171355624706901954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8RYiqnfh8I/AAAAAAAAANU/iswGXyFfsmE/s320/24022008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The flaming grilled prawns&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mouth-watering, savoury prawns flame-grilled in plain sight before serving to you. Truly an innovative approach to serving seafood. The style is there, the flair is there and of course I was thinking will the taste be there? I wasnt disappointed. The delectable taste of the prawns was so "Hmmmm..." that I cannot forget about it and simply, simply must blog about it. Its a must try. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8RYiqnfh9I/AAAAAAAAANc/MLES3qYxIy8/s1600-h/24022008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171355624706901970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8RYiqnfh9I/AAAAAAAAANc/MLES3qYxIy8/s320/24022008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My finished prawns.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171362552489150450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8Re16nfh_I/AAAAAAAAANs/exUpUxK_RIQ/s320/24022008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;This little one had 2 helpings of rice, fish &amp;amp; calamari rings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MFM... see you soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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/11075738-2409332521932660268?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2409332521932660268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=2409332521932660268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/2409332521932660268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/2409332521932660268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2008/02/manhattan-fish-market.html' title='Manhattan Fish Market'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R8RYianfh6I/AAAAAAAAANE/sKFgYWVA2qw/s72-c/24022008(007).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-922258991068192443</id><published>2008-02-20T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:13.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for Aunty Nora &amp; Aunty Zati</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R71Lo6nfhzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hfxOI61_248/s1600-h/20022008(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169371113592948530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R71Lo6nfhzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hfxOI61_248/s320/20022008(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All ready awaiting for her special Aunts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R71Lpanfh0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/LiDT4xG0xtM/s1600-h/20022008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169371122182883138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R71Lpanfh0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/LiDT4xG0xtM/s320/20022008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Yawn..) Mummy, are my Aunts coming? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R71Lpanfh1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/HzK6yMzUedg/s1600-h/20022008(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169371122182883154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R71Lpanfh1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/HzK6yMzUedg/s320/20022008(012).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Controlling my yawn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R71Lpanfh2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/vUYzpb-qzy0/s1600-h/20022008(016).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169371122182883170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R71Lpanfh2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/vUYzpb-qzy0/s320/20022008(016).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mummy, can I sleep now? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R71Lpqnfh3I/AAAAAAAAAMs/1zP2FoKVXJc/s1600-h/20022008(015).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169371126477850482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R71Lpqnfh3I/AAAAAAAAAMs/1zP2FoKVXJc/s320/20022008(015).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good night Daddy &amp;amp; Mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-922258991068192443?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/922258991068192443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=922258991068192443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/922258991068192443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/922258991068192443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2008/02/waiting-for-aunty-nora-aunty-zati.html' title='Waiting for Aunty Nora &amp; Aunty Zati'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R71Lo6nfhzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hfxOI61_248/s72-c/20022008(011).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-2535263429846781638</id><published>2008-02-07T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:13.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anis shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R6qRDMGFI_I/AAAAAAAAAL8/kFJ8wPKrFks/s1600-h/Anis+after+shower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R6qRDMGFI_I/AAAAAAAAAL8/kFJ8wPKrFks/s320/Anis+after+shower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164099406706058226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anis sexy after-shower pose.. She loves the water and shower is her favourite moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look...! No more neck...??!!! Heeheehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stark difference from her 2.45kg when just entered the world. Now at 3.95kg, check out her blossoming arms &amp;amp; thighs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-2535263429846781638?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2535263429846781638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=2535263429846781638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/2535263429846781638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/2535263429846781638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2008/02/anis-shower.html' title='Anis shower'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R6qRDMGFI_I/AAAAAAAAAL8/kFJ8wPKrFks/s72-c/Anis+after+shower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-372523040024609329</id><published>2008-02-06T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:14.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anis first Puting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R6qS4sGFJAI/AAAAAAAAAME/uLICaz_qc3A/s1600-h/puting+anis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R6qS4sGFJAI/AAAAAAAAAME/uLICaz_qc3A/s200/puting+anis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164101425340687362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R6qPZcGFI-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/XVkU8vb8V_c/s1600-h/Anis+Puting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R6qPZcGFI-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/XVkU8vb8V_c/s320/Anis+Puting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164097589934892002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anis first NUK 'Puting' aka Pacifier.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She suckle like there's no tomorrow... A good 20mins later, she slept and'puting' dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was round red marks at the side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must have been suckling hard.. Poor dear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-372523040024609329?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/372523040024609329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=372523040024609329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/372523040024609329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/372523040024609329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2008/02/anis-first-puting.html' title='Anis first Puting'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R6qS4sGFJAI/AAAAAAAAAME/uLICaz_qc3A/s72-c/puting+anis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-8296316325437859537</id><published>2008-02-05T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:14.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift by my in-laws</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R6gv-8GFI9I/AAAAAAAAALs/OtE9DBqM1wg/s1600-h/P1000872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R6gv-8GFI9I/AAAAAAAAALs/OtE9DBqM1wg/s200/P1000872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163429731110298578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In an effort to kecilkan perut, my father in law sewed me a 12m sarong for my bengkong. My cousin provided with Indonesian bengkong and a snap-on wrap around.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R6gsjsGFI8I/AAAAAAAAALk/zaXyRDL_NMU/s1600-h/31012008%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R6gsjsGFI8I/AAAAAAAAALk/zaXyRDL_NMU/s200/31012008%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163425964423979970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that is not enough, I was just given this handy slimming belt instructed to use early morning and early evening to help slim down my stomach. Nampak sangat masih gemuk. Hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-8296316325437859537?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8296316325437859537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=8296316325437859537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/8296316325437859537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/8296316325437859537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2008/02/gift-by-my-in-laws.html' title='Gift by my in-laws'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R6gv-8GFI9I/AAAAAAAAALs/OtE9DBqM1wg/s72-c/P1000872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-6459300114681893019</id><published>2008-01-31T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:14.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutella Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R6GOP8GFI7I/AAAAAAAAALc/vXetXOcJiEE/s1600-h/30012008%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R6GOP8GFI7I/AAAAAAAAALc/vXetXOcJiEE/s200/30012008%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161563052424111026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ordered a whole bundle of this special "horse-shoe" cake with nutella filling.&lt;br /&gt;Yumm Yumm...!&lt;br /&gt;Hard to resist this. It just melts in your mouth and the chocolate swirls around your mouth like awakening your every taste buds. Mmmmm...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A must have in every house for dessert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-6459300114681893019?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6459300114681893019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=6459300114681893019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/6459300114681893019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/6459300114681893019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2008/01/nutella-cake.html' title='Nutella Cake'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R6GOP8GFI7I/AAAAAAAAALc/vXetXOcJiEE/s72-c/30012008%28004%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-1476371412029540774</id><published>2008-01-30T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:14.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anis after 1 month</title><content type='html'>Before staying at in-laws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R6GLdsGFI5I/AAAAAAAAALM/GhgdIY5q4MI/s1600-h/08012008%28011%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R6GLdsGFI5I/AAAAAAAAALM/GhgdIY5q4MI/s200/08012008%28011%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161559990112428946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anis so small &amp;amp;  cute 1 week after birth. She winks and drinks a lot. 2 ounces for the first 2 weeks and jumps to 3 ounces on the 3rd week and 4 ounces by last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy can this little one drink. Now she's on frisocream (a 4month old baby diet)! A fraction of the actual dose of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After staying at in laws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R6GLrcGFI6I/AAAAAAAAALU/Ub9dhozWDvU/s1600-h/30012008%28031%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R6GLrcGFI6I/AAAAAAAAALU/Ub9dhozWDvU/s200/30012008%28031%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161560226335630242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check her out now. Look at the wide face and the cheeks. A far cry from her 2.45kg weight when she was just born. She must be at least 4kg by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy does she have a temper... This lil one have such a "lantang" voice and demands I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbors 2 doors away actually hear her cry mind you! They mentioned when giving Anis baby gifts. Fortunately they are such understanding chinese neighbours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-1476371412029540774?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1476371412029540774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=1476371412029540774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/1476371412029540774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/1476371412029540774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2008/01/before-staying-at-in-laws-anis-so-small.html' title='Anis after 1 month'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R6GLdsGFI5I/AAAAAAAAALM/GhgdIY5q4MI/s72-c/08012008%28011%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-6378743111638184207</id><published>2008-01-29T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:46:15.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying at In-Laws</title><content type='html'>All preggie ladies will eventually make this decision once they are going to deliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where to stay for confinement and who to look after? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I had the luxury of having both my mother &amp;amp; my in-laws coming over to take care of me in the comfort of my own home. *Bliss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother would come first thing in the morning almost every day and bathe the baby as well as do my laundry before going back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother-in-law will come before noon to bring personalized home-cooked lunch for me and she will go back home to return in the evening with dinner with my father-n-law and sleep over to care for the baby during the night. Unfortunately they were unable to stay over long so schedule changed to my mother-in-law having to come and pick Anis before 6pm and send her back to my place the following morning so me &amp;amp; hubby get our much needed rest. Weekends duties are taken over by my mum &amp;amp; my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 weeks, all these arrangements get tiring. Now, I am at my in-laws until my 44 days of confinement is over. I wished I stayed here from the very beginning!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure luxury! Irregardless of whatever people say. Staying with elders are fantastic!!! I have breakfast, lunch &amp;amp; dinner all ready and served. *Bliss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont have to lay a hand. They always know what to do with the baby. Never mind that sometimes it interferes with the way you do things but they are old. Let them do what they want. No matter what they do or say, they will never want anything bad for you or your baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-6378743111638184207?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6378743111638184207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=6378743111638184207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/6378743111638184207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/6378743111638184207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2008/01/staying-at-in-laws.html' title='Staying at In-Laws'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-6279106938828556139</id><published>2007-12-17T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:14.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R2aSxipY-0I/AAAAAAAAALE/4hejU-bcFRQ/s1600-h/dmc-fx55p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144961004129024834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R2aSxipY-0I/AAAAAAAAALE/4hejU-bcFRQ/s200/dmc-fx55p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DMC-FX55P&lt;br /&gt;Lumix® 8.1-Megapixel Digital Camera with 3.6x Optical Zoom, Intelligent Auto Technology, 28mm Wide-Angle LEICA Lens and 3.0" Diagonal LCD, Pink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woo Hoo! Can't wait to use it... Fortunately its not too pink so hubby can still carry it.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-6279106938828556139?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6279106938828556139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=6279106938828556139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/6279106938828556139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/6279106938828556139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-new-camera.html' title='My New Camera'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R2aSxipY-0I/AAAAAAAAALE/4hejU-bcFRQ/s72-c/dmc-fx55p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-4210336420600171698</id><published>2007-12-17T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:14.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 2002 against 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Year 2002 against 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R2YzlSpY-zI/AAAAAAAAAK8/V1sdnEfnE6k/s1600-h/Year+2002+Year+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144856340070988594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R2YzlSpY-zI/AAAAAAAAAK8/V1sdnEfnE6k/s400/Year+2002+Year+2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The change since 2002 (at Breeks Wisma) and 2007 (at Fish &amp;amp; Co Parkway). 5 years has gone and past. Suddenly I feel old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forlornly at the past, obviously I am the only one that have become more fleshier...! Eeek! How my beautiful housewife friends maintain I really wonder...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After giving birth, need to really ensure my weight does not over exceed... *worry* worry*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think age is catching up, and all this worry you thought was beyond your time before is now creeping up on you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, on the bright side, I still have a wonderful family, nice in-laws, great family-to-be and fantastic friends. I am thankful for all this fortune bestowed upon me. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-4210336420600171698?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4210336420600171698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=4210336420600171698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/4210336420600171698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/4210336420600171698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/12/year-2002-against-2007.html' title='Year 2002 against 2007'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R2YzlSpY-zI/AAAAAAAAAK8/V1sdnEfnE6k/s72-c/Year+2002+Year+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-2836741706812650755</id><published>2007-12-17T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:14.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Christmas Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My 1st Christmas Gift for 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144836797969791762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R2YhzypY-xI/AAAAAAAAAKs/sGDO23gOWzg/s200/17122007(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is an office stationery. Magnetic duck to hang the papers on board and the cute bath tub paper clip holder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Office tradition that is hard to break. So every Christmas always a bit more of a  spendthrift. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Every year have to come up with something more innovative to give. Haizzz... What to give these year??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-2836741706812650755?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2836741706812650755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=2836741706812650755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/2836741706812650755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/2836741706812650755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-1st-christmas-gift.html' title='My 1st Christmas Gift'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R2YhzypY-xI/AAAAAAAAAKs/sGDO23gOWzg/s72-c/17122007(003).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-4061865166926842045</id><published>2007-12-04T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:14.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R1TLOd1H_3I/AAAAAAAAAKk/Wt7JGeuKXmM/s1600-R/room_restaurant_bar_glasgow+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139956524122636146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R1TLOd1H_3I/AAAAAAAAAKk/4rz1AlBzAfI/s200/room_restaurant_bar_glasgow+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My First Photoshop Effort&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is way cool. Picture transferred to a magazine restaurant picture and give the blurred background effect with spotlight aimed at us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still under a learning stage. Not even basic yet... This is a tough program to learn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am sure I will at least know quite a bit about it... within a year.. Hhehehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-4061865166926842045?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4061865166926842045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=4061865166926842045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/4061865166926842045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/4061865166926842045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/12/photoshop.html' title='Photoshop'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R1TLOd1H_3I/AAAAAAAAAKk/4rz1AlBzAfI/s72-c/room_restaurant_bar_glasgow+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-6265199366537793208</id><published>2007-12-04T11:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:14.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those were the days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R1THG91H_2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/pf-23o29KrI/s1600-R/Neo+Print+Days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139951997227106146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R1THG91H_2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/yT-aIwF4xYM/s400/Neo+Print+Days.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the carefree days.&lt;br /&gt;When we go town and chill and take neo prints... Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strangest thing is, I do not remember what I did on that day though. Hahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nowadays with advanced technology, with camera phone, digital camera and even personal home photo printer, NEO PRINT days are obsolete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonders never cease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, where are all the neo prints pictures now... Hmmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-6265199366537793208?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6265199366537793208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=6265199366537793208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/6265199366537793208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/6265199366537793208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/12/those-were-days.html' title='Those were the days'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R1THG91H_2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/yT-aIwF4xYM/s72-c/Neo+Print+Days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-68604525935724738</id><published>2007-11-21T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:15.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramen Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;New Ramen Ten outlet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R0U9dcsM20I/AAAAAAAAAKU/kTT1UCVuNE8/s1600-h/Ramen.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135578526213004098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R0U9dcsM20I/AAAAAAAAAKU/kTT1UCVuNE8/s200/Ramen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newly open Ramen Ten at Century Square with its snazzy ambience and chic, red, modern look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a must go. Very attention grabbing place at former Long John Silvers Spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a sweet, tantalizing teriyaki chicken ramen (dry noodles and not spicy) topped with kiwi soda (green color drink) and my colleague had a spicy, aromatic salmon udon (soup noodles and slightly spicy) accompanied by a chocolate frizz drink (brown color drink). Sluuuurrrrrp...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-68604525935724738?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/68604525935724738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=68604525935724738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/68604525935724738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/68604525935724738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/11/ramen-ten.html' title='Ramen Ten'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R0U9dcsM20I/AAAAAAAAAKU/kTT1UCVuNE8/s72-c/Ramen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-4592070328149957437</id><published>2007-11-21T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T12:47:47.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting to be born</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lilypie.com/pic/071121/QS3B.jpg" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Pic" width="100" height="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://md.lilypie.com/zOmbp8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-4592070328149957437?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4592070328149957437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=4592070328149957437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/4592070328149957437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/4592070328149957437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/11/waiting-to-be-born.html' title='Waiting to be born'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-510362656521044363</id><published>2007-11-19T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:15.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Om Shanti Om</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R0D-AcsM2zI/AAAAAAAAAKM/s40MR94A4K8/s1600-h/OmShanti+Om.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134382858857405234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="241" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R0D-AcsM2zI/AAAAAAAAAKM/s40MR94A4K8/s320/OmShanti+Om.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Om Shanti Om&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh.. I wanna watch this too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel very bad to drag hubby to a 3-hr long show which he might just sleep through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well watch it with people who'd enjoy it right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose game??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYPNOSIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This is a story of Om and Shanti. His film started in 1977 and ended in 2007. He was a Junior Artist in the 70s. She was a Superstar of the 70s. He was her biggest fan. She was his biggest inspiration. He was madly in love. She was waiting for love. He wanted to be a superstar. She wanted to be a girl next door.&lt;br /&gt;He was ready to give up all his dreams for love. She was ready to give up everything she had for love. He felt betrayed in life. She felt betrayed in love. And then started the saga of Om Shanti Om For some love stories one life time is not enough..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-510362656521044363?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/510362656521044363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=510362656521044363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/510362656521044363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/510362656521044363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/11/om-shanti-om.html' title='Om Shanti Om'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R0D-AcsM2zI/AAAAAAAAAKM/s40MR94A4K8/s72-c/OmShanti+Om.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-7577036100027871040</id><published>2007-11-19T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:15.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enchanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ENCHANTED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R0DvI8sM2yI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vcDFylNwrfc/s1600-h/enchanted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134366512211876642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R0DvI8sM2yI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vcDFylNwrfc/s320/enchanted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;SYPNOSIS: A classic Disney fairytale collides with modern-day New York City in a story about a fairytale princess (AMY ADAMS) from the past who is thrust into present-day by an evil queen (SUSAN SARANDON). Soon after her arrival, Princess Giselle begins to change her views on life and love after meeting a handsome lawyer (PATRICK DEMPSEY). Can a storybook view of romance survive in the real world?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to watch this on Wednesday or Friday? 7pm? Let me know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-7577036100027871040?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7577036100027871040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=7577036100027871040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/7577036100027871040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/7577036100027871040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/11/enchanted.html' title='Enchanted'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/R0DvI8sM2yI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vcDFylNwrfc/s72-c/enchanted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-8363958884089277791</id><published>2007-11-05T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:15.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My tummy shows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/Ry6HyGoT2gI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/sGyrO5MLlvk/s1600-h/04112007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129186320464468482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/Ry6HyGoT2gI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/sGyrO5MLlvk/s320/04112007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After 29 weeks of nausea, headaches and unbelievable "cubaan", now I'm finally round shape and more stable.  I'm still ignoring the turbulence that occurs ever so often in that tummy of mine. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all mothers-to-be, hang in there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking to my mum last night on mine and my sibling's birth details really placed giving birth in a different light. Most of my friends take several hours to give birth but my amazing mum only took minutes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She mentioned she cannot wait to give birth. Once she feel the pain jer,  terus beranak. This applies to all her children; ie my siblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She re-enact her first birth of my elder brother. She was waiting on the sofa at  entrance of our former kampong house (macam extra living room tapi kat luar rumah) for my aruah grandmother to take her selendang, tali pinggang, bag etc to accompany my mom to hospital. She said she rasa sakit, then keluar lah my brother in a matter of minutes. How amazing is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully I will have it as easy as her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-8363958884089277791?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8363958884089277791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=8363958884089277791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/8363958884089277791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/8363958884089277791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-tummy-shows.html' title='My tummy shows'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/Ry6HyGoT2gI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/sGyrO5MLlvk/s72-c/04112007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-6680324681711232533</id><published>2007-11-03T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:15.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st attempt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby shower gifts for Fiza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/Ry6Oq2oT2hI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5xluRzI1L7E/s1600-h/Baby+Boy+Shower+Gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129193892491811346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="267" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/Ry6Oq2oT2hI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5xluRzI1L7E/s320/Baby+Boy+Shower+Gift.jpg" width="446" border="0" /&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/11075738-6680324681711232533?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6680324681711232533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=6680324681711232533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/6680324681711232533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/6680324681711232533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-1st-attempt.html' title='My 1st attempt'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/Ry6Oq2oT2hI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5xluRzI1L7E/s72-c/Baby+Boy+Shower+Gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-1825847217004568678</id><published>2007-11-02T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T08:49:29.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lenggang perut</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lenggang perut ceremony&lt;br /&gt;[lenggang –swaying gently from side to side; perut – stomach]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old ritual that has more or less been abandoned by the Malays in Singapore, this pre-natal ceremony is still practised in some villages in Malaysia. The ritual takes place when the lady has completed her 7th month of pregnancy. It is an elaborate ceremony which is believed to have originated from the need to determine if the baby is in the correct position for delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The midwife is called upon to examine the expectant mother, to determine if she has reached the 7th month of her pregnancy. The mother-to-be will then be massaged with coconut oil, after which a coconut (with its outer husk removed) would be rolled along the surface of the stomach and allowed to fall to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on the final position of the coconut, the midwife would be able to tell the gender of the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this ritual, 7 pieces of cloth or sarung of different colours will be laid on a mattress, one on top of the other. The expectant mother will then be asked to lie on top of the 7 layers of sarung. The midwife grabs hold of the two ends of the topmost sarung and then lifts the sarung and with it the lady’s body, gently rocking the sarung from side to side once or twice. She will then pull the sarung out from under the body of the mother-to-be, and proceed with the next sarung in the pile. It is this rocking from side to side act that gives the lenggang perut ceremony its name. The ceremony is completed once the last layer of sarung has been removed. This last piece of cloth, along with some rice, a complete betel nut set, candles, thread and a small sum of money would be presented to the midwife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lenggang perut ceremony is a vanishing custom among Malay/Muslim families in Singapore, who see it as a redundant and contrary to Islamic principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;COMMENT from "Keramatau", Selangor @ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bicarasufi.com/bsc/viewtopic.php?t=17237"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.bicarasufi.com/bsc/viewtopic.php?t=17237&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Kalau di sesetengah tempat upacara lenggang perut ini adalah bertujuan untuk memudahkan kaum wanita untuk melahirkan anak. Bidan akan dijemput untuk membetulkan kedudukan bayi di dalam perut sambil di kelilingi oleh sekumpulan wanita yang akan membacakan bacaan selawat yang indah bacaannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya melihat dari segi budaya kita, kerana itulah usaha&lt;br /&gt;nenek moyang kita agar anak cucunya mudah melahirkan zuriat, kerana melahirkan anak itu sebenarnya amat sulit dan rumit. Saya sendiri bila melihat isteri saya bersalin di hospital yang moden dan serba canggih cukup sayu melihat yang beliau berhempas pulas untuk melahirkan zuriat keturunan, dan teringat pula akan keadaan ibu saya yang&lt;br /&gt;melahirkan saya dalam kedaan yang serba kekurangan pastilah azabnya lebih lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bacaan selawat di bacakan kerana mutakhir ini sekumpulan ahli kanak-kanak dari Eropah membuat kajian bahawa sekiranya anak di dalam kandungan yang di perdengarkan muzik Mozart adalah lebih cerdas akal fikirannya dari anak yang tidak diperdengarkan apa-apa maka dengan sebab itu kalau kita pergi ke kedai-kedai&lt;br /&gt;bayi, kita akan melihat ada alat pendengaran beserta dengan lagu Mozart di jual untuk ibu-ibu yang hamil. Nah lihat, nenek moyang kita lebih bijak dari mereka, zuriat mereka di dalam kandungan diperdengarkan akan bacaan&lt;br /&gt;selawat, iaitu sudah ditanamkan akan sifat mencintai Rasullah SAW. Alangkah hebat pemikiran nenek moyang kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah serba sedikit yang saya tahu tentang adat lenggang perut. Kalau ada terdapat lain dari yang saya tahu maka saya tidak tahu.... "&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Syahdunya baca comment dari tuan ini. Macam meringankan apa jua pantang/hukum yg cuba dipertengahkan untuk adat &lt;em&gt;lengang perut&lt;/em&gt; ini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-1825847217004568678?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1825847217004568678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=1825847217004568678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/1825847217004568678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/1825847217004568678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/11/lenggang-perut.html' title='Lenggang perut'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-5651735998404635331</id><published>2007-11-02T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:15.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new target</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My new target till I found something better.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128082896121485730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RyqcOWoT2aI/AAAAAAAAAJE/gjZKmOmtfao/s200/black_nova.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SLIM SUPERNOVA CHECK BAG &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coated canvas in Supernova check with leather trim. Buckle and zip closure with leather fob. 20x11x9.5cm. Style Number: 10000000346 COLOUR: BLACK NOVA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RyqcwWoT2bI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zY7wnKsFP7M/s1600-h/black_nova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128083480237038002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RyqcwWoT2bI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zY7wnKsFP7M/s200/black_nova.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NOVA CHECK WRISTLET&lt;br /&gt;Leather Nova check wristlet with attachable handle and patent leather trim. Zip closure and brass detailing. Burberry Prorsum logo on front of bag.&lt;br /&gt;Style Number: 10000000480&lt;br /&gt;COLOUR: BLACK NOVA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-5651735998404635331?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5651735998404635331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=5651735998404635331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/5651735998404635331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/5651735998404635331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-new-target.html' title='My new target'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RyqcOWoT2aI/AAAAAAAAAJE/gjZKmOmtfao/s72-c/black_nova.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-8158721673290032962</id><published>2007-10-26T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:15.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RyE8vmoT2ZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Oo6p3oohhtc/s1600-h/25102007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125444639445473682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="193" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RyE8vmoT2ZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Oo6p3oohhtc/s200/25102007.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My sweet hubby's morning gift really completed my morning beginning from his hot dog meal breakfast prepared at 7am up to his teh-o which I no longer can drink cos precious baby not a fan of tea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nothing will bring me down now...Cos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm the first receipient of his trial run before the big event on Saturday. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-8158721673290032962?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8158721673290032962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=8158721673290032962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/8158721673290032962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/8158721673290032962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/10/morning-present.html' title='Morning Present'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RyE8vmoT2ZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Oo6p3oohhtc/s72-c/25102007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-3634382129849769652</id><published>2007-10-19T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T14:13:40.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My treasured picture of hubs while I'm in preggie bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-9e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=fr&amp;il=1&amp;channel=216172782126277534&amp;site=widget-9e.slide.com" width="426" height="320" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=fr&amp;ad=0&amp;id=216172782126277534&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9e.slide.com/p1/216172782126277534/fr_t043_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=fr&amp;ad=0&amp;id=216172782126277534&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9e.slide.com/p2/216172782126277534/fr_t043_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&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/11075738-3634382129849769652?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3634382129849769652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=3634382129849769652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/3634382129849769652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/3634382129849769652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-treasured-picture-of-hubs-in-preggie.html' title='Professional Pic'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-3074255106886877200</id><published>2007-10-18T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:16.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LUMIX &amp; SONY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RxasWzHzChI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VrlhP5RDWTQ/s1600-h/sony_t20_silfrontback-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122471133860530706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RxasWzHzChI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VrlhP5RDWTQ/s320/sony_t20_silfrontback-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decisions, decisions, decisions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still racking my brains on this always advancing &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RxaqHjHzCgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/YeMZCmE806k/s1600-h/panasonic_lumix_fx30_zoom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122468672844270082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RxaqHjHzCgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/YeMZCmE806k/s320/panasonic_lumix_fx30_zoom1.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;technology called cameras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After using Olympus and Canon all this while, I think its time for a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUMIX FX30&lt;/strong&gt; (7.2mp) or &lt;strong&gt;SONY DSC T20 &lt;/strong&gt;(8.1mp)&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-3074255106886877200?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3074255106886877200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=3074255106886877200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/3074255106886877200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/3074255106886877200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/10/lumix-sony.html' title='LUMIX &amp; SONY'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RxasWzHzChI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VrlhP5RDWTQ/s72-c/sony_t20_silfrontback-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-6556910298594887497</id><published>2007-07-17T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:29:12.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Sick</title><content type='html'>I think the bug's going around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm downright miserable. It does not that matter anything I eat sucks, now I can hardly eat at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I get my appetite back??? If this lack of appetite help me shed the excess weight, I don't really mind at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to love Ayam lemak Cili Padi, now I cant even have more than 1 mouthful... Arrrgggh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, finding food for my new tastebuds is like finding a needle in a haystack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tickers.families.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://tac.families.com/ezb/931635.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-6556910298594887497?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6556910298594887497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=6556910298594887497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/6556910298594887497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/6556910298594887497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/07/sick-sick.html' title='Sick Sick'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-4858426059163573122</id><published>2007-06-16T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:16.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hajar Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RnkR3pznE4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/dYvK3-sKFZA/s1600-h/SNH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078109702649746306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RnkR3pznE4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/dYvK3-sKFZA/s320/SNH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour long mad rush of finding a housewarming gift at Compass Point before Hajar, Fizah and me finally made us give up and went right on to ask Fieza what she wanted for her housewarming gift We then breeze to her housewarming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A delicious steamboat at a mini open house cum birthday celebration awaits... Courtesy of Fieza at her lovely home in Marine Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fieza an her candour blew the belated birthday surprise as she kept bursting the bubble but all's well. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the steamboat with delicious Swenson's ice-cream dessert and several belated birthday present openings.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY HAJAR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-4858426059163573122?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4858426059163573122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=4858426059163573122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/4858426059163573122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/4858426059163573122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/06/hajar-birthday.html' title='Hajar Birthday'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RnkR3pznE4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/dYvK3-sKFZA/s72-c/SNH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-2833221576299641968</id><published>2007-05-09T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:16.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Handbag Target</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RkFD5K5KakI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4GEMKOMwoZ4/s1600-h/10377_B4WT-1_d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062402105596865090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RkFD5K5KakI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4GEMKOMwoZ4/s200/10377_B4WT-1_d2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My new handbag target.... Nice.. I loike....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Target 1:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RkFD5a5KalI/AAAAAAAAAHE/utnHYHJ-UPM/s1600-h/40438_B4WT_d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; OPTIC SIGNATURE DUFFLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our graphic Optic Signature pattern gives this versatile Duffle even more fashionable flair. Choose from a new palette of spring colors.&lt;br /&gt;Inside zip pocket&lt;br /&gt;Cellphone/multi-function pocket&lt;br /&gt;Back zip pocket&lt;br /&gt;Zip-top closure&lt;br /&gt;Optic Signature fabric with leather trim&lt;br /&gt;Fabric lining&lt;br /&gt;Can be worn on shoulder or cross body&lt;br /&gt;42" adjustable leather strap&lt;br /&gt;21” drop&lt;br /&gt;SIZE: 7 1/2 (L) x 9 (H) x 2 (W) INCHES&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RkFD5a5KalI/AAAAAAAAAHE/utnHYHJ-UPM/s1600-h/40438_B4WT_d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062402109891832402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RkFD5a5KalI/AAAAAAAAAHE/utnHYHJ-UPM/s200/40438_B4WT_d2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SMALL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Target 2:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OPTIC SIGNATURE DUFFLE WRISTLET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is even more to love about our Duffle Wristlet now that it’s available in our popular Optic Signature Pattern.&lt;br /&gt;Outside zip pocket&lt;br /&gt;Zip-top closure&lt;br /&gt;Optic Signature fabric with leather trim&lt;br /&gt;Fabric lining&lt;br /&gt;12" strap with clip for attaching to the inside of a larger bag, or to form a wrist strap&lt;br /&gt;SIZE: 8 (L) x 4 (H) INCHES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-2833221576299641968?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2833221576299641968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=2833221576299641968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/2833221576299641968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/2833221576299641968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-handbag-target.html' title='New Handbag Target'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RkFD5K5KakI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4GEMKOMwoZ4/s72-c/10377_B4WT-1_d2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-4437717837162739321</id><published>2007-05-07T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:16.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Birthday Celebration with Buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RkTF9q5KawI/AAAAAAAAAIc/h0FhIYDLhVg/s1600-h/B-day3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063389544348019458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" height="276" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RkTF9q5KawI/AAAAAAAAAIc/h0FhIYDLhVg/s400/B-day3.jpg" width="383" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The gals namely, Fiza C , Fizah E, Isma, and the newly crowned mother ,Leen (plus her baby, Nadya) had dinner today  at Changi Aiport T2’s Fish &amp; Co. at about 8pm&lt;br /&gt;Imran also came along and much later , so did Fahru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments after settling down, a waiter promptly popped up at our table. ( I was about to comment on his speediness in service but… ) Instead of taking our orders, he surprisingly inquired who is Siti Rabaah. And upon confirmation that the name belong to yours truly., he then  presented me with a beautiful basket of lovely flowers along with a cute purple box-present. … Courtesy of Noel Birthday Treats, for my Birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwww....! The gals had planned this for my Birthday.. So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;(Appreciated it a lot ladies, Thank you, Thank you  and Thank you so much )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwez, we had the Mussel with lemon &amp; garlic sauce, which really lives up to its name as an appetizer cause I was Very ready for the main course after that. Mine was&lt;br /&gt;( and always will be )  the New York Fish &amp; Chips.. Sluuuurp. :p………………………&lt;br /&gt;Other main courses ordered that night were seafood platter for two &amp;amp; another fish dish, …..&lt;br /&gt;The seafood platter was shared by the most of us but thanks to Fahru, we managed to finish it. With the nice ambiance and great company of friends, this dinner cum my Birthday surprise was, as usual very enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feast unfortunately had to end at  about 1000hrs. Everybody got to work tomorrow and its way past Baby Nadya ‘s sleeping time..: )&lt;br /&gt;Once again , Thanks ladies, for very memorable and  time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-4437717837162739321?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4437717837162739321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=4437717837162739321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/4437717837162739321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/4437717837162739321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/05/belated-birthday-celebration-with.html' title='Belated Birthday Celebration with Buddies'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RkTF9q5KawI/AAAAAAAAAIc/h0FhIYDLhVg/s72-c/B-day3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-1720515812357228101</id><published>2007-05-06T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:16.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baba Bday (5th May)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RkS9pK5KarI/AAAAAAAAAH0/22_QEBROevY/s1600-h/Wallet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063380396067678898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 52px" height="77" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RkS9pK5KarI/AAAAAAAAAH0/22_QEBROevY/s200/Wallet.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rushing to Metro to get the Braun Buffel wallet that daddy was the first halt to my day. Metro Sengkang do not have Braun Buffel Men range! My substitute was Goldlion. Hope Dad don't mind. Haizzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubs and me sped to Habourfront via CTE &amp; overshot the exit as per the last time. After an hour on getting the right route, we booked the 3pm ferry and secretly arranged with my aunt on our arrival who happens to be heading to Mega Mall for the Dyan's (lil brother) concert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063379154822130338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RkS8g65KaqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SLrpyf-m1LU/s400/Batam+Bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as we alighted, we headed to Mega Mall and arrived just in time for the concert. My lil brothers (Dyan, Kevin and Farrel) as always were overly delighted to see my hubby and off they went into a world of their own. After the concert, my dad, aunt, lil brothers, hubs &amp; me did some light shopping at the Batam's biggest Mall, Nagoya Hill, and missed the opprtunity to watch Spiderman 3 there as it was fully oocupied. So we went for some buffet Sunda food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following day, we started with breakfast at the market... Indonesian food is really an acquired taste! Aunt, Hubs and me did some more shopping after breakfast, had a photoshop picture taken, my aunt &amp;amp; me had a haircut &amp; then more shopping. Ahakz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met Dad and fetch the kids to the famous Batam bridges &amp;amp; went to the beach for a swim. It was an hour's drive! The bridges connect several islands together, very big islands to me! After an exhausting hour by the beach and several "sate kacang" (they have spicy satay too!), we spent 1 and a half hour drive back to eat buffet Padang food (different from Sunda) before boarding the ferry home at 8.30pm (INDO TIME). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A truly fun-filled weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-1720515812357228101?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1720515812357228101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=1720515812357228101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/1720515812357228101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/1720515812357228101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/05/baba-bday-5th-may.html' title='Baba Bday (5th May)'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RkS9pK5KarI/AAAAAAAAAH0/22_QEBROevY/s72-c/Wallet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-8837654725146029246</id><published>2007-05-04T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:17.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RkTEja5KatI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DvGXjyMHkwI/s1600-h/04052007(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063387993864825554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="94" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RkTEja5KatI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DvGXjyMHkwI/s200/04052007(003).jpg" width="121" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RkTEja5KauI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gQ5ZukBVn1w/s1600-h/04052007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063387993864825570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="78" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RkTEja5KauI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gQ5ZukBVn1w/s200/04052007.jpg" width="97" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RkTEjq5KavI/AAAAAAAAAIU/W3HSjEbZS98/s1600-h/04052007(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063387998159792882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" height="80" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RkTEjq5KavI/AAAAAAAAAIU/W3HSjEbZS98/s200/04052007(002).jpg" width="91" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2nd day celebrating at Ayah &amp; Ibu's after work with a lovely coffee cake which would be fantastic had I not had a fantastic dinner. Ahakz! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sweet my Dad &amp;amp; Mum -in law... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-8837654725146029246?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8837654725146029246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=8837654725146029246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/8837654725146029246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/8837654725146029246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-birthday-part-2.html' title='My Birthday Part 2'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RkTEja5KatI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DvGXjyMHkwI/s72-c/04052007(003).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-4724198347233820317</id><published>2007-05-03T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:17.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday (3rd May)</title><content type='html'>My Day began with an early morning birthday call from my dearest Mum  followed by a simple celebration at the office. Filled with merriment &amp; laughter, the mouth-watering "Mango Delight" cake became an aphrodisiac. It was definitely one of my best birthday cakes as well a delightful tea-break excuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063223178789808754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RkQup65KanI/AAAAAAAAAHU/s2j8MFUc6Xo/s320/My+Bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;2nd in line for my birthday celebration is dinner at Internation Buffet (Tampines Mall) with Adah and Adri (who managed to drop by an hour later) where we ate to our hearts content. The sharks fin soup is nice! Thanks ADah ! Muahs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next in my birthday celebration agenda is St James Powerhouse located next to Vivo City. It is a whole collection of clubs on its own. Im, Fizah, Hubby &amp; Me when club hopping and getting acquainted to every loop at the place. Clubs are separated by music category and sizes. The most intriguing is the one that fell smack in the middle and can oversee several clubs at any one time. The karake rooms were poshly decorated with velvet floors, walls &amp;amp; sofas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another special place to note would be the outdoor swing-like sitting that's so different from cigarette -filled bars even though they claim it s outdoors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063366544798149250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="260" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RkSxC65KaoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tD13PICDtys/s320/St+James.jpg" width="353" border="0" /&gt; To my friends who remembered. Many thanks! Really appreciate with much love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-4724198347233820317?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4724198347233820317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=4724198347233820317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/4724198347233820317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/4724198347233820317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday (3rd May)'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RkQup65KanI/AAAAAAAAAHU/s2j8MFUc6Xo/s72-c/My+Bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-7401758618880880141</id><published>2007-05-01T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:18.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dough Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjizMK5KagI/AAAAAAAAAGc/QcMZVJoyNFA/s1600-h/01052007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059991203014666754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="145" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjizMK5KagI/AAAAAAAAAGc/QcMZVJoyNFA/s200/01052007(001).jpg" width="103" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My first attempt at the famous Suria Masak Mini Recipe (Episode 6); Lahmajun from Chef Hairuz, Turkish KitchenOthers (type of dish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bahan-Bahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Bahan Lahmajun&lt;br /&gt;(A) Inti&lt;br /&gt;(B) 125g adunan roti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A) Bahan Inti&lt;br /&gt;5 biji tomato½ biji bawang besar&lt;br /&gt;2 biji lada jepun hijau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjizMa5KajI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LU8HNC3ejsQ/s1600-h/01052007(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059991207309634098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="155" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjizMa5KajI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LU8HNC3ejsQ/s200/01052007(002).jpg" width="103" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 biji lada jepun merah&lt;br /&gt;20g daun parsli&lt;br /&gt;garam secukup rasa&lt;br /&gt;½ sudu kecil lada hitam&lt;br /&gt;1 sudu besar pes tomato&lt;br /&gt;100g daging cincang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(B) Bahan Roti&lt;br /&gt;750 g tepung gandum&lt;br /&gt;¼ - ½ sudu kecil sodium bikarbonat&lt;br /&gt;½ sudu kecil vegetable shortening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjizMa5KaiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ov5bvZUGOhs/s1600-h/01052007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059991207309634082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="154" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjizMa5KaiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ov5bvZUGOhs/s200/01052007.jpg" width="94" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;½ sudu besar garam&lt;br /&gt;½ sudu kecil ibu roti&lt;br /&gt;1.2 l Air suam (65 – 70 darjah selsius)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara Cara&lt;br /&gt;Cara membuat Inti&lt;br /&gt;1. Kisar tomato.&lt;br /&gt;Tapis jusnya.&lt;br /&gt;2. Kisar bawang besar beserta lada jepun hijau.&lt;br /&gt;3. Kisar lada jepun merah dengan daun parsli.&lt;br /&gt;4. Gaulkan bahan-bahan yang telah dikisar dengan garam, lada hitam dan pes tomato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjizMa5KahI/AAAAAAAAAGk/h815IMNGSwc/s1600-h/01052007(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059991207309634066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjizMa5KahI/AAAAAAAAAGk/h815IMNGSwc/s200/01052007(003).jpg" width="91" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. Kemudian masukkan daging cincang dan gaul lagi sehingga sebati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara membuat Adunan Roti&lt;br /&gt;1. Adunkan semua bahan menjadi doh.&lt;br /&gt;Pastikan doh tidak lekit dengan menambahkan tepung jika perlu. Doh harus lembut.&lt;br /&gt;2. Perapkan selama 45 minit – 1 jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara membuat Lahmajun&lt;br /&gt;1. Canai adunan roti dengan tipis.&lt;br /&gt;2. Letakkan inti di atasnya dan sapu rata.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bakar di dalam ketuhar selama 7 minit pada suhu 300 darjah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-7401758618880880141?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7401758618880880141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=7401758618880880141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/7401758618880880141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/7401758618880880141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/05/dough-day.html' title='Dough Day'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjizMK5KagI/AAAAAAAAAGc/QcMZVJoyNFA/s72-c/01052007(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-6246335057151902381</id><published>2007-04-29T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:18.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjipNa5KaaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JP3ZwXGTR7c/s1600-h/29042007(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059980229373225378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="170" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjipNa5KaaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JP3ZwXGTR7c/s200/29042007(002).jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjipNa5KaYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QBK3TANE4dU/s1600-h/29042007(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059980229373225346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="183" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjipNa5KaYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QBK3TANE4dU/s200/29042007(007).jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At Randell's Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjipNa5KaZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/v4ARNQoZ-b8/s1600-h/29042007(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;First list of the day was to rush to a colleague's wedding at National Service Resort before swishing to Watten Road for a garage sale offering this sturdy sofa bed free, courtesy of my "good-connections" bro. Satisfied after finally getting my brother's friend to help to &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/Rjip4a5KabI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3FjdaUEHO8U/s1600-h/beddinge_natural.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059980968107600306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="152" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/Rjip4a5KabI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3FjdaUEHO8U/s200/beddinge_natural.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;transport the &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjipNa5KaZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/v4ARNQoZ-b8/s1600-h/29042007(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059980229373225362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="182" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjipNa5KaZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/v4ARNQoZ-b8/s200/29042007(004).jpg" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sofa to my place, I swished to another wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My younger brother's bestfriend finally sanding. So beautiful... everything decked in gold.. I loike!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Yum and my future bro-in-law whom I met at the wedding came over my place so I swished back home just in time to rest and await the arrival of my "new" sofa. Now I have something new to shop for; sofabed covers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum &amp; Pop-in-law came over soon after bringing dinner along.. WooHoo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this swishing calls for an early night... My hubby had his own swishing too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-6246335057151902381?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6246335057151902381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=6246335057151902381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/6246335057151902381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/6246335057151902381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/04/sunday-rush.html' title='Sunday Rush'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjipNa5KaaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JP3ZwXGTR7c/s72-c/29042007(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-951978093523055115</id><published>2007-04-28T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:20.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estee Lauder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/Rjd5565KaQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/v4CZSY2mKyo/s1600-h/e_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059646742342560002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="95" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/Rjd5565KaQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/v4CZSY2mKyo/s200/e_logo.gif" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/Rjd5565KaRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xB1Ore_xqg0/s1600-h/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059646742342560018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/Rjd5565KaRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xB1Ore_xqg0/s200/logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjiKQ65KaWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rxQ8QWscbE0/s1600-h/EL_95GH_tall_mp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059946204642306402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="170" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjiKQ65KaWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rxQ8QWscbE0/s200/EL_95GH_tall_mp.jpg" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My morning began making Hubby’s morning drink before he goes to work and then I waited for THE time; the Estee Lauder private sale, courtesy of Dabrat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached there, this so called private sale was not so “private” at all as there were hundreds of other “private sale” enthusiasts like me and DaBrat there. The tremendously long queue was totally disheartening and we only reached that entrance after an hour of queuing.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjiJaq5KaTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/npwdz9sABe0/s1600-h/bblogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059945272634403122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjiJaq5KaTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/npwdz9sABe0/s200/bblogo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjiJaa5KaSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ubbmrri7dyU/s1600-h/topnav_logo_home.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059945268339435810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 55px" height="78" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjiJaa5KaSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ubbmrri7dyU/s200/topnav_logo_home.gif" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjiJaq5KaUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/f_hIUGIEucs/s1600-h/maclogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059945272634403138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 23px" height="24" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjiJaq5KaUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/f_hIUGIEucs/s200/maclogo.gif" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjiJaa5KaSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ubbmrri7dyU/s1600-h/topnav_logo_home.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjiJaa5KaSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ubbmrri7dyU/s1600-h/topnav_logo_home.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjiJaa5KaSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ubbmrri7dyU/s1600-h/topnav_logo_home.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjiJaa5KaSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ubbmrri7dyU/s1600-h/topnav_logo_home.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from Estee Lauder, the other brands on sale were Bobbi Brown, Clinique , Origins &amp; Mac. Our first stop was, of course, the Estee Lauder booth. Seeing the rows and rows of “Beyond Paradise”… my heart sink in and my suspicions confirmed. My Pleasures Exotic had already been sold out. However, as if it was fated and before the disappointment permanently sets in, we spotted a box of Pleasures Intense &amp;amp; Pleasures Exotic. In a heartbeat, I quickly grabbed both sets before others laid their predatory eyes on these 02 hot items. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjiKQ65KaXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cGAdw6mgWYU/s1600-h/E2GA_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059946204642306418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjiKQ65KaXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cGAdw6mgWYU/s200/E2GA_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Pleasures Exotic became my advance birthday Prezzie too... Courtesy of Ms Dabrat...Woohoo!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjiKQq5KaVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/pJ6r-QrwOCE/s1600-h/M3ET_128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059946200347339090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 76px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" height="120" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjiKQq5KaVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/pJ6r-QrwOCE/s200/M3ET_128.jpg" width="103" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjitKK5KafI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5Nkuf8Yv1iQ/s1600-h/28042007(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059984571585161714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="114" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjitKK5KafI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5Nkuf8Yv1iQ/s200/28042007(002).jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the 02 items safely kept in my bag, we then continued with our other shopping spree. Our best finds were Bobbi Brown foundation, MAC lipsticks and Mac concealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the shopping escapade was worth it but I must remind myself to come earlier for a Private sale as in may not be so “private “after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjitJa5KaeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sF4C60MhQ0I/s1600-h/28042007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059984558700259810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" height="113" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjitJa5KaeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sF4C60MhQ0I/s200/28042007.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next on the agenda was threesome lunch at Sakura Compasspoint. The third person being Hubby, who gamely joined us after his half-day work that day. The 03 of us had a seafood spread that day which consist of savory sweet and sour sliced fish, lemony lemon chicken, very “bagus” asparagus salad dish , hot fried wantons and yummy hotplate beancurd. A rather complete meal but we realized a little late that we didn’t order any soupy dish as well... So the whole lunch was a little on dry side... but that aside. Lunch was excellently enjoyable...&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/11075738-951978093523055115?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/951978093523055115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=951978093523055115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/951978093523055115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/951978093523055115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/04/estee-lauder.html' title='Estee Lauder'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/Rjd5565KaQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/v4CZSY2mKyo/s72-c/e_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-8298176597088369954</id><published>2007-04-27T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:21.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjKdRK5KaDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OuliGLnuYnA/s1600-h/27042007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058278249797937202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="103" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjKdRK5KaDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OuliGLnuYnA/s200/27042007.jpg" width="88" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjKdRa5KaEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jWU9z5aWjnQ/s1600-h/27042007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058278254092904514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="112" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjKdRa5KaEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jWU9z5aWjnQ/s200/27042007(001).jpg" width="86" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjKdRq5KaFI/AAAAAAAAADE/qMWqUChHbkY/s1600-h/27042007(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058278258387871826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="122" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjKdRq5KaFI/AAAAAAAAADE/qMWqUChHbkY/s200/27042007(003).jpg" width="85" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjKdSK5KaGI/AAAAAAAAADM/KpoIZ80r2sw/s1600-h/27042007(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058278266977806434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="120" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjKdSK5KaGI/AAAAAAAAADM/KpoIZ80r2sw/s200/27042007(002).jpg" width="83" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Meeting up with old fwenz at the new Amirah's grill.. nice..&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjKdSq5KaHI/AAAAAAAAADU/KMrgygyWLBM/s1600-h/27042007(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058278275567741042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" height="129" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjKdSq5KaHI/AAAAAAAAADU/KMrgygyWLBM/s200/27042007(004).jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Forgot to take pics of it though) , Have big plasma tv, verandah setting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loike!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With arrival of Sweet little not-camera shy Nadya, and he mum &amp;amp; aunt, conversation flowed like there was no tomorrow. Ahakz! Missed all of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-8298176597088369954?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8298176597088369954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=8298176597088369954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/8298176597088369954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/8298176597088369954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/04/meeting-up-with-old-fwenz-at-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjKdRK5KaDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OuliGLnuYnA/s72-c/27042007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-264517071976444956</id><published>2007-04-26T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:21.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The arrival of Izzah Insyirah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjDIfK5KaBI/AAAAAAAAACk/JxIZF_mC9JE/s1600-h/26042007(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057762819362678802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="129" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjDIfK5KaBI/AAAAAAAAACk/JxIZF_mC9JE/s200/26042007(003).jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrival of Izza Insyirah weighing 3.14kg on 25 April 07 at 804pm was indeed the most happening event of the week especially since the mum was still freely sms-ing after her water bag broke and that izza's mum went through a normal birth amidst the inviting needle of epidural to numb the pain of labor. Bravo Nad! If Noraini can do so can you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Izzza make me real happy. I guess seeing babies always &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjDIfK5KaCI/AAAAAAAAACs/pRLO77yiE4E/s1600-h/Izza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057762819362678818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjDIfK5KaCI/AAAAAAAAACs/pRLO77yiE4E/s200/Izza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;make me smile. They have no worries. All pure and simple.  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent my evening not clearing my month end pile as usual but ahead to see the newborn all sweet &amp; pink. Lira, Sally &amp;amp; me took turns to carry her. Boy did she know how to turn her eyes to the camera. A real camera friendly baby...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be seeing her soon...! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjDIfK5KaCI/AAAAAAAAACs/pRLO77yiE4E/s1600-h/Izza.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjDIfK5KaCI/AAAAAAAAACs/pRLO77yiE4E/s1600-h/Izza.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-264517071976444956?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/264517071976444956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=264517071976444956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/264517071976444956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/264517071976444956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/04/arrival-of-izzah-insyirah.html' title='The arrival of Izzah Insyirah'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RjDIfK5KaBI/AAAAAAAAACk/JxIZF_mC9JE/s72-c/26042007(003).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-377481388350340785</id><published>2007-04-25T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:21.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Check out this new website. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Life expectancy Calculator - Cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It requires you to fill up your general consumption, medical history &amp; family background. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Something fun to try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My Life Expectancy is 79 years old. 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Our outing for the late week brought forward to today. WooHoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the sickly and sneezy days from Sunday, this is like my getaway, the perks, my temporary retreat from everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, initially it would have been the normal trio but as me &amp; Preggie Mama arrived at Vivo City, &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/Ri9nYa5KZ-I/AAAAAAAAACM/SwVnGYcA7qQ/s1600-h/Vivo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057374575793956834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 68px" height="140" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/Ri9nYa5KZ-I/AAAAAAAAACM/SwVnGYcA7qQ/s200/Vivo.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we shopped &amp; walked, shop &amp;amp; walked, we settled to wait for DaBrat at Fig &amp; Olive. Tired &amp;amp; Hungry, Preggie Mama &amp; me helped ourselves to our spaghetti &amp;amp; the "ok²-tasting" steak but good after the salt &amp; pepper was requested. Highly recommended for those eating, followed by chilling. Anyway, after realising Dabrat's not turning up, we devise ways to ensure her &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057379948798044146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="140" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/Ri9sRK5KZ_I/AAAAAAAAACU/gMoY80GYZls/s200/Crocs.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;timely arrival. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, the latest thing is not crocs. Its the epitome of designer wear. Since crocs arrrive in Singapore, it has infected many. But since this craze is steadying, the injection of design tidbits crocs is all the craze now... Makes me wanna have one too..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a fantastic evening.  I reached home slightly earlier so as not to let my precious hubs wait too long for me. He does gets worried when I am away too long. Awww...! Love him so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-2164484116929789855?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2164484116929789855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=2164484116929789855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/2164484116929789855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/2164484116929789855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/04/outing-with-honeyz.html' title='Outing with Honeyz'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/Ri9mJa5KZ9I/AAAAAAAAACE/4vRk7_CMeoo/s72-c/Chumz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-2009581910411820638</id><published>2007-04-24T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:22.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Less sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/Ri1P_LxR2RI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gkzczy1p1Kg/s1600-h/frenchtoast5_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056785903516768530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="137" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/Ri1P_LxR2RI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gkzczy1p1Kg/s320/frenchtoast5_L.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why sleeping late last night made me wake up real early today. Maybe its the hazards of getting older, you just sleep lesser. Noooo......!!! *Negative thoughts ignored*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haizzz... Time to switch back to real life where wives exist. &lt;/p&gt;Today, I managed to squeeze ample time to do my simple french toast (fried with no oil of course) and every single one is well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downing our daily intake of nutrious all-in-one tablets, and away we go into another world where we toil ourselves under a pile of paperwork.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-2009581910411820638?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2009581910411820638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=2009581910411820638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/2009581910411820638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/2009581910411820638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/04/less-sleep.html' title='Less sleep'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/Ri1P_LxR2RI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gkzczy1p1Kg/s72-c/frenchtoast5_L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-4863763881505261034</id><published>2007-04-21T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:22.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fizah Bday Celebs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/Rio3y4lWKZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GJqLGfqh_sU/s1600-h/Nadya.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RioupIlWKWI/AAAAAAAAABc/DmcZGg5xKMw/s1600-h/Fizah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055904815890442594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RioupIlWKWI/AAAAAAAAABc/DmcZGg5xKMw/s320/Fizah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today Hajar &amp; me celebrated Fizah's belated birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hajar came stunningly late with with her ever-stunning hair and style and of course, her Manhattan PM Monogram Canvas LV. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spending our tea-time-cum-dinner at Sakae Sushi in our friendly neighbourhood wih all the Fish Roe, Salmon and what not... then, its time to catch up on all the missing gossip &amp;amp; other stuffs. That is when I realise Fizah has an amazing, amazing memory where I wouldn't recall anything she mentioned should she have not mentioned it. What am I babbling?? Oh well, Fizah recalls the past as if it was yetserday...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, the long awaited time, it was time to present the prezzies from Hajar &amp; me as well the hot mamas that could not make it; Isma &amp; Leen (Isma &amp;amp; Leen pics at Leen's firstborn's, Nadya's cukur rambut)... See the frown, just like her mom's.. Hiukhiukhiuk...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/Rio3y4lWKZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GJqLGfqh_sU/s1600-h/Nadya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055914878998817170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/Rio3y4lWKZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GJqLGfqh_sU/s320/Nadya.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, Fizah's gift number...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Pearly double-necklace &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Handmade lips card (Not considered prezzie)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Abrecombe &amp; Fitch Pink T-shirt (I forgot to take out the price tag! What a big goof!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) Fuschia Pink Pashmina, (Now she has even more pink stuff)and last but not least...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) Lee Hwa Bracelet (White gold &amp;amp; rose gold)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing her happy as the time drew near for us to say our parting words, we were greeted by line dancing people. What a way to part! What a show! Where this ladies get their energy and zealousness.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Fizz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-4863763881505261034?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4863763881505261034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=4863763881505261034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/4863763881505261034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/4863763881505261034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-hajar-me-celebrated-fizahs.html' title='Fizah Bday Celebs'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RioupIlWKWI/AAAAAAAAABc/DmcZGg5xKMw/s72-c/Fizah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-8727795482751510047</id><published>2007-04-09T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:17:45.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@ Spa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://one.fsphost.com/tirah/070409211740-01042007.jpg' type='image/jpeg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://one.fsphost.com/tirah/070409211740-01042007.jpg' alt='01042007.jpg' width='240' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at my spa. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This blog was updated through my &lt;a href='http://www.miworld.com.sg/blog'&gt;M1&lt;/a&gt; mobile phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-8727795482751510047?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8727795482751510047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=8727795482751510047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/8727795482751510047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/8727795482751510047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/04/spa.html' title='@ Spa'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-8996370687022138762</id><published>2007-03-31T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T22:04:49.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My hubby's turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://one.fsphost.com/tirah/070331191204-31032007.jpg" type="image/jpeg"&gt;&lt;img alt="31032007.jpg" src="http://one.fsphost.com/tirah/070331191204-31032007.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at him at his stylist. All the blowing and getting gelled up after the cream bath. He's in for the works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This blog was updated through my &lt;a href="http://www.miworld.com.sg/blog"&gt;M1&lt;/a&gt; mobile phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-8996370687022138762?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8996370687022138762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=8996370687022138762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/8996370687022138762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/8996370687022138762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-hubby-turn.html' title='My hubby&apos;s turn'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-6220858566001664236</id><published>2007-03-31T18:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T18:53:58.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cream bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://one.fsphost.com/tirah/070331185351-31032007.jpg' type='image/jpeg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://one.fsphost.com/tirah/070331185351-31032007.jpg' alt='31032007.jpg' width='240' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My salon cream bath complete  with head and shoulder massage, all for the price of $10! Try at any christopher salons in Indonesia. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This blog was updated through my &lt;a href='http://www.miworld.com.sg/blog'&gt;M1&lt;/a&gt; mobile phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-6220858566001664236?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6220858566001664236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=6220858566001664236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/6220858566001664236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/6220858566001664236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/cream-bath.html' title='cream bath'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-953800239913148556</id><published>2007-03-24T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T23:46:46.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new gadget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://one.fsphost.com/tirah/070324234639-Image087.jpg' type='image/jpeg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://one.fsphost.com/tirah/070324234639-Image087.jpg' alt='Image087.jpg' width='240' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest love interest! My very own RED E65 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This blog was updated through my &lt;a href='http://www.miworld.com.sg/blog'&gt;M1&lt;/a&gt; mobile phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-953800239913148556?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/953800239913148556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=953800239913148556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/953800239913148556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/953800239913148556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-new-gadget.html' title='My new gadget'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-446542105694473575</id><published>2007-03-13T07:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:36:37.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://one.fsphost.com/tirah/070313073631-Image086.jpg' type='image/jpeg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://one.fsphost.com/tirah/070313073631-Image086.jpg' alt='Image086.jpg' width='240' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new sophisticated-looking shoes... Courtesy of my dearest hubs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This blog was updated through my &lt;a href='http://www.miworld.com.sg/blog'&gt;M1&lt;/a&gt; mobile phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-446542105694473575?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/446542105694473575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=446542105694473575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/446542105694473575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/446542105694473575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-shoes.html' title='New shoes'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-7363710351878996926</id><published>2007-03-11T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T18:30:37.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My hubs and his bro inspiring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://one.fsphost.com/tirah/070311182707-Image085.jpg' type='image/jpeg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://one.fsphost.com/tirah/070311182707-Image085.jpg' alt='Image085.jpg' width='240' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubs and his bro; the aspiring musician...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This blog was updated through my &lt;a href='http://www.miworld.com.sg/blog'&gt;M1&lt;/a&gt; mobile phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-7363710351878996926?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7363710351878996926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=7363710351878996926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/7363710351878996926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/7363710351878996926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-hubs-and-his-bro-inspiring.html' title='My hubs and his bro inspiring'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-3318885304948454316</id><published>2007-03-09T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:22.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate Housewives</title><content type='html'>This show is so entertaining...&lt;br /&gt;I tried this Desperate Housewives Quiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RfDMzgs0DaI/AAAAAAAAABI/sQIPGfq65bY/s1600-h/DH.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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This brave women went through 2 sessions of epidural to go through labour and finally ceasarian is the only way for Nadya to come into the world. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This blog was updated through my &lt;a href='http://www.miworld.com.sg/blog'&gt;M1&lt;/a&gt; mobile phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-4082372829558871465?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4082372829558871465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=4082372829558871465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/4082372829558871465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/4082372829558871465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/leen-first-born.html' title='Leen&amp;amp;apos;s first born.'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-5201423384181999117</id><published>2007-03-06T10:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T10:07:28.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Bean</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/428996/mr_beans_holiday_trailer.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RfPh6aawCPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4EfDY6GwtFU/s320/IKEA.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040620801597901042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My final leave day for Chinese New Year week&lt;br /&gt;spent at Ikea with my sis, my niece, Izzati and her kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along came her hubby and cuzzy and cuzzy wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventful day and money well spent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-1104724256356890411?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1104724256356890411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=1104724256356890411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/1104724256356890411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/1104724256356890411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/02/outing-to-ikea.html' title='Outing to Ikea'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RfPh6aawCPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4EfDY6GwtFU/s72-c/IKEA.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-5782711273719301619</id><published>2007-02-16T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:23.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RdVqGtBaamI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oJjQcQryklo/s1600-h/wealth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032044822053677666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RdVqGtBaamI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oJjQcQryklo/s320/wealth.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The long holidays are coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai to all my Chinese friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here comes my 1-week long holiday with no plans! Yup, thanks to last minute company announcement all are coerced to take 3 days leave as company shuts down for 1 week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haizzz... Oh well.. I can continue my hobby of zzziing............... YEAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I'm open to any invitations all week long.... *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-5782711273719301619?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5782711273719301619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=5782711273719301619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/5782711273719301619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/5782711273719301619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/02/long-holidays-are-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RdVqGtBaamI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oJjQcQryklo/s72-c/wealth.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-7713729426468110882</id><published>2007-02-14T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:23.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RdJYZ9BaalI/AAAAAAAAAAw/IEb4D38Ta9M/s1600-h/Flower+JPG.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031180936626727506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RdJYZ9BaalI/AAAAAAAAAAw/IEb4D38Ta9M/s320/Flower+JPG.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The day many businesses, small and large profit from "Love", is today. Well, for those not celebrating, its a good excuse to give some love/gifts without being obvious. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, my hubby was playing with balloons for some time causing us to be behind time for work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reprimanding him for taking so much time playing with balloons, I decided to go to work myself.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly... at breakfast, he surprised me with a balloon flower sculpture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Happy Valentines Day," he said. Awwww... So sweeeeeet! My heart totally melt and the fact that I reprimand him earlier totally put me to shame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed patience is a virtue which I lack. Haizzz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-7713729426468110882?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7713729426468110882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=7713729426468110882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/7713729426468110882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/7713729426468110882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/02/v-day.html' title='V-Day'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RdJYZ9BaalI/AAAAAAAAAAw/IEb4D38Ta9M/s72-c/Flower+JPG.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-3135100520678730453</id><published>2007-02-11T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:23.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noraini - Alya Cukur Rambut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RdApvtBaakI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rnoMNxnq0Jw/s1600-h/Noraini+-+Alya.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030566683288955458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RdApvtBaakI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rnoMNxnq0Jw/s320/Noraini+-+Alya.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What an exhilirating Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last I saw Noraini's Baby was when she was still a chubby little princess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I see her as a more chubbier princess. So sweet and demure. (Child also can look demure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight was pure pleasure. My child bearing instinct (if there was one) was giving out signals every minute, "When your turn? When your turn?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I still want some personal time...&lt;br /&gt;Wait first la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-3135100520678730453?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3135100520678730453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=3135100520678730453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/3135100520678730453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/3135100520678730453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/02/noraini-alya-cukur-rambut.html' title='Noraini - Alya Cukur Rambut'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RdApvtBaakI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rnoMNxnq0Jw/s72-c/Noraini+-+Alya.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-2059251371420680988</id><published>2007-02-10T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:23.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Izzati Bday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RdAm49BaajI/AAAAAAAAAAY/T6b_KD4IDxA/s1600-h/Izzati+Bday+Party.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030563543667862066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RdAm49BaajI/AAAAAAAAAAY/T6b_KD4IDxA/s320/Izzati+Bday+Party.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My highlight of the week.. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling friend's 26th birthday on 09 Feb 07. WooHoo, she more old than me!&lt;br /&gt;Yet she look younger and sexier than me! And she's pregnant! Kuang..Kuang..Kuang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is a flutter of activities with Izzati's birthday celebrations accompanied by hubby, Nizar and kids, Umairah and Fatimah. Nora and hubby Ardy came hands full with delicious aroma of Basmati Rice Nasi Lemak and homemade chocolate cake! Yummmy! My mouth drool thinking about it again... I know mine's next! WooHoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my Chocolate Fondue Fountain for the first time... Yummm Yummm... Delicious...&lt;br /&gt;Recommend all to try... If kids try they get stuck on it like Umairah and Fatimah. High on chocolate, the hubbies get the kids out to play firworks while wives gossip.. ermmmm.. I mean talk.&lt;br /&gt;Hehhe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey babe! Happy birthday.. And many more to come...Muahs!&lt;br /&gt;Love ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-2059251371420680988?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2059251371420680988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=2059251371420680988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/2059251371420680988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/2059251371420680988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2010/02/izzati-bday-party.html' title='Izzati Bday Party'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RdAm49BaajI/AAAAAAAAAAY/T6b_KD4IDxA/s72-c/Izzati+Bday+Party.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-4286806470438136232</id><published>2007-02-07T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:23.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='izzati'/><title type='text'>Wives Day Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RcwkCNBaaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lmMg4DOP688/s1600-h/Mixed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029434504139926050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RcwkCNBaaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lmMg4DOP688/s320/Mixed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Life! &lt;div&gt;Married women having personal time together (With Hubby's blessing of course)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Before event-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting Nora straight after work to buy Zati's Birthday Prezziee.. WooHoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After going to all the jewellery shops at Bugis Junction and contemplating all the possible type of jewellery and design of jewellery (that's a lot of contemplating!) she may or may not wear, we ended with a 18K white gold and gold heart bracelet fit to a perfect size!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The Event-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preggie Mama of 3 (and 1 more upcoming) arrives all fresh and sweet-smelling and LATE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seoul Garden satisfy the hungry and beyond... We immediately tucked in our Seafood Kimchi Soup, assorted veggie stuff, maggie mee and assorted barbequed chicken and beef. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amidst the chatter and good food plus desert, we waited for "the moment" to present the gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeng... jeng jeng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loved it! Yeah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-After event-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We chatted on "marriage life"... Hmmm... yummy and juicy issues to ponder/learn from...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yakkety-yak yakkety-yak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest was *shhh* conversation. What was spoken ends there indefinitely... (Kaypoh people cannot know!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how other married women spend their time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-4286806470438136232?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4286806470438136232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=4286806470438136232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/4286806470438136232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/4286806470438136232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2007/02/wives-day-out.html' title='Wives Day Out'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pIY3qZlYlY/RcwkCNBaaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lmMg4DOP688/s72-c/Mixed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-112647211919731331</id><published>2005-09-11T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T04:56:38.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Parts Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PART 1: The Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darling fetch and we rushed to his squadmate's wedding where all the male bodies of well-muscled and well-toned men gather; SPEAR! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 208px; HEIGHT: 159px" height="182" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/P1010221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOTCHA! The guys left so only left the babes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 159px" height="182" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/P1010219.jpg" width="286" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The wedding stage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Part 2: The departure of Yana to UK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="157" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/P1010226.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;London-Heathrow Deaprture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to airport with Fizah and Darling at Terminal 1. Just in time for some light browsing and some soyabean drinks awaiting Yana's arrival. All close to her gather to give our well-wishers on her dream to pursue her Master's in Bio-Chem @ UK(Eedinburgh) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yana arrived for departure before 11pm.. Sad notes from family and loved ones. Her dearest Tamrin shed tears of love and missing for the time he has to spent alone awaiting her return the following year. The most touching scene ever. Everyone shed tears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 218px; HEIGHT: 200px" height="286" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/P1010224.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 218px; HEIGHT: 169px" height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/P1010225.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We miss you already Yana... Have a Safe Journey!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-112647211919731331?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/112647211919731331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=112647211919731331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/112647211919731331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/112647211919731331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/09/2-parts-sunday.html' title='2 Parts Sunday'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-112647104916137774</id><published>2005-09-10T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T04:56:23.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img height="163" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/Kirsten_Dunst_001.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Power of Plain chilling at home with all ounce of rest my body needS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-112647104916137774?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/112647104916137774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=112647104916137774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/112647104916137774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/112647104916137774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/09/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-112647082863639668</id><published>2005-09-09T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T04:33:48.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ita's Bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My colleague gave me a ride and I took it to Orchard Road to enjoy the celebrations of Ita's Bday at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="375" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/P1010195.jpg" width="202" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The attendees: Yat, Nad, Ayu, Leha, Kak Pah(Nama manja jer), Merd and partner Shadiq, Sean, me and of cos the Berfday GirL... Ita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Location: Indochine, Wismatria Orchard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time: Actuall 6.30pm but (thanks to my anti-punctual syndrome) w started at 8pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 128px" height="211" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/P1010191.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; HEIGHT: 156px" height="231" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/P1010209.jpg" width="248" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of the people at the party....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 196px" height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/P1010213.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The shy Bday Girl coerced to the stage. WooHoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Skipping their midnight movie rendezvous, I went home tired from the lack of sleep of previous nights' events...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 196px" height="335" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/P1010192.jpg" width="164" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;All in All, Happy Birthday Ita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-112647082863639668?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/112647082863639668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=112647082863639668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/112647082863639668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/112647082863639668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/09/itas-bday.html' title='Ita&apos;s Bday'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-112647029970206852</id><published>2005-09-08T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T04:24:59.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GirLs Outing 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 108px; HEIGHT: 151px" height="227" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/113_1357.jpg" width="164" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I began after work of cos at Marina with a Choc Malt Sunday! My dinner... He He.. Diet all put aside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 99px" height="195" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/113_1367.jpg" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After turning and turning around with Nowa's 7-seater.. We arrived at Apollo Centre.. Shoes OFF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 106px; HEIGHT: 162px" height="324" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/113_1383.jpg" width="106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We chose the many many songs; I'm the remote controller! Heh Heh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 174px; HEIGHT: 123px" height="246" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/113_1385.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We began the jiggy! Even Zati did not resist the jumping sensations...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 167px" height="266" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/113_1370.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The songs we sang... Guess dat? Its the Asreje Song aka The Ketchup Song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 169px" height="265" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/113_1389.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The finale! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another fun-filled After-12mn event... Wif the hotties!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-112647029970206852?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/112647029970206852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=112647029970206852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/112647029970206852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/112647029970206852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/09/girls-outing-2.html' title='GirLs Outing 2'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-112646955403835110</id><published>2005-09-07T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T04:12:34.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GirLs Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The attendeeS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 197px" height="245" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/102_0176.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Den we began after my late return from work and went to Century Square for casual dinner meet with my beloved girLs of NAS. Several word of apologies from those who are already committed elsewhere but hell we made the best of who were there.... All the gossip al the chat choots! Ahakz! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 386px" height="504" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/FunDinner.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we hung till after 12am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 206px; HEIGHT: 173px" height="217" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/102_0184.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is just at Tamp MRT...! uhuk uhuk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess who suddenly popped from nowhere... My dearest boinkers from so long ago... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wan and Is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="221" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/102_0187.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-112646955403835110?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/112646955403835110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=112646955403835110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/112646955403835110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/112646955403835110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/09/girls-outing.html' title='GirLs Outing'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-112602149788525959</id><published>2005-09-06T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:46:48.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 196px; height: 147px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/111_1192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Birthday boyz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;12 years apart yet these brothers share the same birthdate. No wonder they so affectionate.&lt;br /&gt;6 September  mark their own special day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 206px; height: 154px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/111_1182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he Birthday Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Delicious Yummy Swensons mango tango. Hard to resist... Please note all Swenson's ice-cream must cut with metal knife. "?!?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 201px; height: 268px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/111_1188.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The cake Cutting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 201px; height: 268px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/111_1193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sharing the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Since I'm there to celebrate might as well amik kesempatan take pic wif my dah-ling. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-112602149788525959?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/112602149788525959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=112602149788525959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/112602149788525959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/112602149788525959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/09/double-bday.html' title='Double Bday'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-112586677300535115</id><published>2005-09-04T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T04:46:13.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trio GirLs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The trio that went out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 60px; height: 91px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/fizah2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/baah2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 56px; height: 92px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/yana.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day began only at 4pm where I met Fizah and Yana. Yana's leaving for UK for her Master's. To all those close to her will miss her. But yet happy and proud of what she will return as one day; PhD Elyana.... WooHOoo! Before 11 Sept, she's still SIngapore-bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went 3 places for warehouse shopping at Genting Lane vicinity which turn out only I did&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Levi's sale where I grabbed dockers; U2 sale where I picked up work top and jeans; Royal Sporting House sale where all was almost cleaned so nothing was grabbed ;p)&lt;/span&gt; . Ahakz...&lt;br /&gt;Den head to cineleisure for "photoshoot" which can only be uploaded later, and of course the quick dinner at TCC where I ordered the same less-delicious meal as the last time we went to TCC. (Haizz never learn), unlike Yana's delectable Mongolian curry chicken and Fizah's Yummy apricot Dory. The drinks are exceptionally nice. Try and find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yana's early departure after the "photoshoot" pick up led the trio to a twosome. A differnet taste in film led us to a foreign R21 show, Philene says Sorry. We entered the theatre a bit late due to dinner and "photoshoot" wait, and entered where the scene jumped to a passionate sex scene. Wild....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 119px; height: 178px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/phileinesayssorry_100x150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: Show worth seeing if you watch the whole bit. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walk to wheelock to see my bro's new workplace led to a untimely disappointment; the shop's closed. We took a leisurely stroll along Orchard and landed smack in PS Starbucks for some light drinks and cake. Can never pass up my Iced-decaf-6pump vanilla-less ice-Latte... The oreo cheescake; a booster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some heart-warming talks and more of "MR NIC". A heavenly past-time I wish I can indulge more often. Haizzzzz...&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/11075738-112586677300535115?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/112586677300535115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=112586677300535115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/112586677300535115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/112586677300535115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/09/trio-girls.html' title='Trio GirLs'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-112578489763959903</id><published>2005-09-02T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T07:11:49.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to blogging world. Refined and redesigned. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I visited Ambrosia again, this time with some several gal frenz who are close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 57px; height: 108px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/ADah.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 61px; height: 106px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/Zati.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 63px; height: 107px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/fizah.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 66px; height: 107px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/rozi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; This exotic Turkish cafe offers an array of Mediterranean cuisine and instead of waiting for our darling Fizah and Rozi, we went ahead to order our delicious feast of Bistec(Beef Steak with Black Pepper Sauce) and caramello for me, Kofta(meatballs) and Almond Drink for Zati, Chick Peas and Amor for Adah. Rozi came later and ordered her mouth-watering Dory fish and Fizah ordered the ever-so-delicious escargot and honey lime teaX2 followed by chicken wings with yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 222px; height: 149px;" src="http://www.nussu.org/%7Ehooked/mambo/images/stories/day%20ambience.jpg" border="0" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Upper Deck at Ambrosia&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new upper deck of Ambrosia was laid with thick Persian carpets and well furnished with low tables, big comfortable cushions and beaded curtains. What I liked most about the place was the soft lighting which made the place cosy, and relaxing. The sheesha helped too *wink*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 221px; height: 168px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/Hookah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Greek mythology, ambrosia was a balsamic juice, which served as the “ Food of the Gods” and was said to preserve their immortality. Mortals who were permitted to partake of ambrosia were said to receive additional beauty, strength, and swiftness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 145px; height: 109px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/abrosiadivinepleasures.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow wouldn't it bee the place most girls wanna alwiz be? We would want to saty all night but just past midnight is the limit for us girls tonight and those with hubbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well, the irony of this meet is that Adah met Zati last was 6 years ago, Zati met Rozi last 6 year ago. I met all 3 as often as I possibly can. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-112578489763959903?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/112578489763959903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=112578489763959903' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/112578489763959903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/112578489763959903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/09/girls-night.html' title='Girl&apos;s Night'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-112579203115352207</id><published>2005-09-01T07:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T08:03:57.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tante Fifi Nikah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;To see one of the most traditional Indonesian weddings of my relative in Jakarta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Tante Fifi, a young doctor and her dearest hubby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 246px; height: 407px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/total.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-112579203115352207?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/112579203115352207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=112579203115352207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/112579203115352207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/112579203115352207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/09/tante-fifi-nikah.html' title='Tante Fifi Nikah'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111738827582955556</id><published>2005-05-28T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T06:05:18.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JPS Gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Attendees: Azad, Azmi, Basril, Juani, Khairil, Muhadah, Rabaah, Sufyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Ambrosia Cafe, Bussorah Street, 8pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice setting with even lovelier company of my frenz of 17 years. Come forth all memories since I was 7 yrs old. And yet there are some unknown facts revealed. And some of my ex-schoolmates whose names or any form of recollection totally un-retraceable. Amazing! It just cant get any fonder than this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, the love and care already built-in hence all words are placed in great faith and of friendship love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 264px; height: 203px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/100_0251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those who have many many frenz, you cant this kind of friendship ever. Treasure the ones you have and you'll have them for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have... ;) * bliss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics at tirah.fotopages.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-111738827582955556?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111738827582955556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111738827582955556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111738827582955556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111738827582955556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/05/jps-gathering.html' title='JPS Gathering'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111739057831065773</id><published>2005-05-28T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T06:05:41.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GirLs ShoP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Fizah and Rozie together, we strut confidently into Room 209 of Suntec Convention Centre. SHOE SALE, here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 228px; height: 357px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/100_0243.jpg" height="386" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astounded at the left-overs of the sale where the morning queue and crowd had left us with... Amidst that sale and other rooms that are having sale, I found myself a pretty cute shoe... Ahakz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 157px; height: 113px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/100_0240.jpg" height="241" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noted... Now I know where can get good bargains for shoes... Ahakz...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-111739057831065773?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111739057831065773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111739057831065773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111739057831065773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111739057831065773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/05/girls-shop.html' title='GirLs ShoP'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111738774165050213</id><published>2005-05-21T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T02:20:48.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAS Gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanx to Saly, the outing was a success. Location was superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAAS Recreation Centre, CARC. Enjoying the fun places to stop-over like the cafe, the veranda, the big pool room, the theatre room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving late at CAAS and seeing the many faces of my 11-yr old known frenz made me so happy and excited. What of Fiza announcing and giving away wedding invites. Feel very honoured. Come weddings will alwaiz come hen party... Woo Hoo! I loike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="426" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/Nas5.jpg" width="539" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The moment was when Saly, Fieza and Hajar came in to sing a Bday song for Esman, Radiah and me... Awww... Touched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 108px; HEIGHT: 111px" height="324" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/bday.jpg" width="348" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 97px; HEIGHT: 111px" height="121" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/Baahs-belated-birthday-muffin.jpg" width="97" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 124px; HEIGHT: 111px" height="407" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/bday3.jpg" width="338" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures speak louder than words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for all those Ngee Ann-nians out there... View pics at 4every1.fotopages.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-111738774165050213?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111738774165050213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111738774165050213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111738774165050213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111738774165050213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/05/nas-gathering.html' title='NAS Gathering'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111738565449262278</id><published>2005-05-20T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T00:55:07.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New hairstyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Your Ideal Hairstyle: Sexy Waves&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr2/sexy-waves.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/hairstylequiz.html"&gt;What Hairstyle Is Right For You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Find&lt;/a&gt; the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-111738565449262278?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111738565449262278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111738565449262278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111738565449262278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111738565449262278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-hairstyle.html' title='New hairstyle'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111651082016921685</id><published>2005-05-19T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T21:53:40.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Towards the end week</title><content type='html'>After a tiring week trying to complete my workload, it still piling and piling... Argh! Never-ending!   Tot keje ofis leh balik cepat...sama jer balik lambat.. Haizzzzz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus looking forward to jammed-filled weekend! WoHoo! Wonder what the rest of you are up to... But definitely more exciting den all my gatherings, appointments and plans! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss my sista.. She must be so happy in Bangkok dat she hasnt even called... Haizzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-111651082016921685?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111651082016921685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111651082016921685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111651082016921685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111651082016921685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/05/towards-end-week.html' title='Towards the end week'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111625579173963169</id><published>2005-05-16T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T23:03:11.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>Imagining starting the day to a cold, wet morning. Argh....! MC is so close to mind. Despite the sore in the throat building up to a cough and a fever, I shot up to work. Hoping the start of this week to be better than the past weeks, I confidently stepped out the door. Things started downhill from there. No umbrella. Drizzling... Cold, feverish and coughing..... Imagine what I experienced on this strange day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i realised my jacket had a hood! Voila... I knew the day's gonna get better. But fate had a conniving twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 buses to reach my work place. I chose the one that still have a bus at the 'dock'.  Then a bus driver informed us that the other bus will not be in service for awhile and will not make it back to the interchange so all crowded the bus I was queueing for so you can imagine how crowded my bus is and how long it took for the bus to finally make its way out of the interchange.. haizz... An old but very-abled lady tried to action² slip in my queue (as if I wouldnt know...?!?!). I was going to tell her off but dont have the heart to. I'm such a softie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bus, I saw this man with a back pack trying to make his way to the centre part of the bus. He had difficulty slipping through. (Like DUH!!!!) He didnt even bother to bring down the back pack. All the while the backpack was shoving the back of a lady behind him and he had to squeeze himself to the side of a chair-cum-pole. Man can be so dumb(in this case)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst 'strolling' in the drizzling raindrops ( sounds so nice and romantic but you should know better), a lorry sped past me and *splash splosh*! Luckily fate was on my side, only the feet was wet. Reaching work late for the 2nd time in 3 months, I bravely entered the rat race at 9.05am. &lt;br /&gt;After clocking out at 9.10pm with a sexy, *growl* voice (due to the throat soreness developing into more sore-ness), I said my house address to the cab driver with such urgency that I reach home pretty fast. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday has come and gone. And I lived through it! WooHoo! Way to go girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-111625579173963169?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111625579173963169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111625579173963169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111625579173963169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111625579173963169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/05/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111617730520136164</id><published>2005-05-16T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T01:15:05.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Again</title><content type='html'>This is what people call Monday Blues.. the day begins to a new week...&lt;br /&gt;I heard this on the radio, Morning Madness with Dan and Grace(I'm a faithful listener. Cant do without them every 7.30 to 8.30am), and have used their words ever since. "Actually its all in the mind." Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of starting the day with, "Its Monday.. another long weeeeeek."&lt;br /&gt;Try saying, "Its Monday(with a cheery note)! Then Tuesday... And then midweek.. WooHoo!" It has worked ever since... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well but I'll say it in the morning to keep myself upbeat. Take note that there is always obstacles to push through. Hurdles to overcome no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one time I did 'cheery note' thing, a colleague dropped me a bombshell by pointing out a mistake I made the week before. can you believe it? What a day to begin with. Had the matter resolved. Then had a hard time psychoing myself it will be good day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice to those working with colleagues. Dont start the day by scolding or pointing out a bad thing. Spoil the person's whole day! If you got nothing nice to say, just SHut up! It helps. Dont spoil another one's day cos u had a lusy weekend or a lousy morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-111617730520136164?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111617730520136164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111617730520136164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111617730520136164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111617730520136164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/05/work-again.html' title='Work Again'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111617659152681124</id><published>2005-05-15T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T01:05:18.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginning</title><content type='html'>I'm updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost half the year has passed yet I feel lost. Going to work, come back to work... Have I lost my directions my goals? Its a blur vision yet to be rectified.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-111617659152681124?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111617659152681124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111617659152681124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111617659152681124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111617659152681124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-beginning.html' title='New Beginning'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111617890099255436</id><published>2005-05-08T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T01:41:40.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new digital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/MJUmini.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new camera. WooHoo!&lt;br /&gt;Stylo mylo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're buying this as a first camera, this is  good. Its an all-weather camera mind you.&lt;br /&gt;For travellers esp in cold countries, very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you tried Ixus, nothing comes close. ;)&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/11075738-111617890099255436?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111617890099255436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111617890099255436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111617890099255436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111617890099255436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-new-digital.html' title='My new digital'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111401346536058641</id><published>2005-04-17T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T09:45:26.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trio Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the fateful trip, stopover at my place and meanwhile Leen browsed for hotels on my pC for good, less exorbitant hotels in town. Upon locating an available hotel, we grab a cab and rushed to Hotel Royal, Stevens Road. Very Japanese/Chinese oriented customers where the elderly staff was barely cordial. Hotel to be avoided unless absolutely desperate. After lying our way through(due to only 2 per room so we lied to say 1 wont stay the night), we prepared for the night to Hard Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; The irony was, Conrad hotel housed Hard Rock Hotel as part of its architecture but we rushed all the way to Singapore to party at Hard Rock; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raggae Night&lt;/span&gt;, through and through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den we proceeded to the nearest 7-11 in search for food before heading for the comfortable sanctuary of our hotel room. Fizah as usual aimed for the chair and Leen for the bed. Me, I conked out immediately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning is a work day!&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/11075738-111401346536058641?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111401346536058641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111401346536058641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111401346536058641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111401346536058641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/04/trio-part-ii.html' title='Trio Part II'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111401191367397527</id><published>2005-04-17T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T09:47:19.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trio Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The all griLs trip began on 15 April wif Leen and Fizah departing at 7.45am by bus to Larkin Bus Interchange, JB and me departing at 9.45am on 16 April the via the same route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 291px; height: 218px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/109_0919.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My on-the-road view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short walk around the bus station, I headed straight to Conrad Hotel with my heavy duffel bag to meet with problems at the hotel as they did not keep door cards to patrons cos its digital and issue a new one to every customer. She did not remember that my fren left a key for me either. Service crap. The patrons behind waited for quite a while before they angrily asked for attention. Finally reaching the hotel room, I managed a whole show of Hindi movie before the girls returned from their more happening time-spent trip from Genting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 308px; height: 410px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/109_0921.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My not-so excellent View from Conrad Hotel&lt;br /&gt;(See the lousy view surrounding it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 312px; height: 233px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/109_0926.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All geared trio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour of chilling, moved on to the next itinery on their list; dinner. I opted for Malaysia's infamous Nasi Kandar(translated to Nasi Campur) . This led to a hefty RM80.00. Boy did we eat!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 313px; height: 236px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/109_0934.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In front of Nasi Kandar place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Den we sped off to get ready for the night scene which by the time we girls WERE ready was almost 1am. 1st stop: An exclusive club (frequent by artistes and highly-acclaimed people) at Holiday Inn, Mutiara (a very expensive hotel: highly recommended) where we invited by a group of highly-acclaimed aristocrats to go over by their social PR or bodyguard or something to that effect but after rejecting persistently by our team leader, Fizah, we were left alone. The place had the music and the groove but lack the crowd. I guess the aristocrats covered a fair share of the business profits eh? He he he. An hour later we moved to the 2nd stop: PLanet Hollywood... It was into Rock and HEavy Metal that evening. Sigh... It had the crowd but did not have the music... ARGH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the evening began when we hailed a cab at 3.10am from Planet Hollywood and the same ever-so-frendly taxi driver that drove us to planet Hollywood actually fetched us to go for a bit of travelling with some verbal entertainment as well. There was the recommended 1-sex theme clubs featuring gays/lesbians like "Velvet"(already closed) but pronounced it as "Willward" by the taxi driver. Boy did we get a shock to see the sign! Hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a stop-over at Conrad to ask the concierge on the places that we can frequent in the area at 3am. The manager spoke to me in a matter-of-fact tone saying that the authorities are conducting a raid on the clubs that run beyond 3 and advise me against it. He asked whether I wanted to be plastered across newspapers and on the tv for being caught in any of the clubs. He said I might as well go back! I was a guest! I think he didnt realise that. His advise was duly appreciated but he didnt have to touch me or speak in that condescending manner to a Conrad Hotel guest. Probably I'm over-reacting but after that incident, I refuse to speak at all..Trance-like and shock between being appreciative of his advice and complaining to the management on his condescending tone and putting his hand on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad note did not end there as we continued the cab ride and actually got stopped by police car at the outskirts of KL as the police jus wanted to squirm some money from us! I had these types; abusing their authority. They actually asked us to get out of the taxi which we declined(That is a MUST in these cases). His reason: he doubt the credibility of our credentials; the lack of a passport! (Fizah and Leen brought IC and driving licence respectively) He claimed that IC and driving licence are an invalid use of credential in THEIR COUNTRY as it is ONLY use in MY own country. I know at least 50 people who can rebutt that! The frenly and helpful taxi driver actually tried to reason with the police officers and the officers technically corced us into being meek and apologize for our lack of providing proper credentials.&lt;br /&gt;The morning ended in silence and we creep back into the hotel upset and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day filled up with shopping and eating at the famous chicken rice stall near Bukit Bintang(a must for all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 266px; height: 198px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/109_0951.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Den we rushed through our shopping and ran for the bus. which was due at 5.30pm. What a rush! We duly arrived at 11.25pm. Yet this is not the end...&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/11075738-111401191367397527?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111401191367397527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111401191367397527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111401191367397527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111401191367397527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/04/trio-part-i.html' title='Trio Part I'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111401130191424055</id><published>2005-04-12T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T00:07:13.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work + International Frenz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Over the weekend, time never seem to yield... All I ever did was work and work till there was no end. The journey begins on Thursday, 7 April when my colleagues arrived from their respective countries; Korea, China, Taiwan, Malaysia and Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my local colleagues took turns to entertain our international colleagues as we endured the gruelling weekend of classes and training together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-4-5 (thurs) : Basic Product Training&lt;br /&gt;8-4-5 (fri)      : Basic Product Training&lt;br /&gt;9-4-5 (sat)     : Basic Product Training&lt;br /&gt;10-4-5 (sun)  : Direct Marketing&lt;br /&gt;11-4-5 (mon) : Direct Marketing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 410px; height: 307px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/HL4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A break from class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the classes is 9-6pm... plus dinner at Jumbo restaurant East Coast on Friday and Sundanese restaurant at Suntec City plus KBOX session on Monday. A totally full weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was my turn, actually by mere keeness to entertain my international guests, (Volunteery of course) Andrea(Taiwan), Karen(China), Kyoungmi(Korea) and me went to NIGHT SAFARI. They had a swell time despite evading the infamous walk-in flying fox cage and nearly facing a one-on-one with 'Maggie'(the NIGHT SAFARI's resident python) during the night show but by 11.15pm.. With slowly depleting energy, they began to show their weariness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/mainflash.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, barely had enough time to grab a few winks, struggles through the classes. Already using the after-class or after-work hours to complete my own duties... How to work...? More importantly how can I squeeze time and mind-set for class and work and sleep and social time.. Hence my blog; neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies to tose who popped by and those I have been lacking to visit. yet I will assume my bloggy activation as of this entry... Woo Hoo!&lt;br /&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/11075738-111401130191424055?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111401130191424055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111401130191424055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111401130191424055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111401130191424055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/04/work-international-frenz.html' title='Work + International Frenz'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111255018830366976</id><published>2005-04-01T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T01:43:08.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fizah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A chill out day for me as I realise the lack of sleep the past days have been taking its toll on me. But I hel on as I proceeded to my planned event for the vening after a hard day' s work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st appointment: Watch Hindustan movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon reaching the designated theatre late...(no excuse), an angry Majdiah stood with her claws outstretch and eyes narrowed... Heehhehhe... no lah... She was jus less cordial but I would have reacted the same in her position. But the rushed trip made by Muhadah, Juani and me was flowing down the drain as the hindustan show sucked! and the good one is much later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we watched the all-star malay show &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SEMBILU 2005&lt;/span&gt;... You might as well have this show in Part 1 and Part 2 immediately cos the show tentatively had no proper start and no proper end... What in the world??? Putting an all-star cast to the pits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/31sembilu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the apparent end was so-called a new style of ending to Malay movies dat has evolved over the years from the happily ever-after ending. There we were in the show as if a matched couple with Adah and me wearing beige-like outfits and Yah and Juani wearing black. and the 'couple' can be as different as 2 poles where the ones in black were shouting sarcasm and laughing at the possible flaw of the show whilst the 'couple' in beige were following the flow of the movie and were misted with tears, almost bawling actually but hey, we're sentimental peple...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the next-door mac we settled and chat, making jokes out of everything and congrats to Yah for passing the recent DRIVING test making the 'couple' in black(Yah and Juani) as the ones with the licences! Sob Sob Sob! POor me and Adah... The picture on Yah's driver's licence is like a makeover thru and through! Fuiyoh!!! It was like a Mastercard gold or American Express Concierge Customer Service. The really classy ones. Looking at the pic, I realized Yah has like the perfect features! Hot Hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, there was the "FART" stories.... Where we as casually as possible mentioned our embarassing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FART&lt;/span&gt; moments. I was ready to bawl all over the Macdonald floor with my laughing and the cool and collected Adah jus continued shedding tears of uncontrolled laughter! There was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first date ter-fart&lt;/span&gt; moment... but the relationship is still going strong... Tengah feeling² under the stars terus tengah holding the "fart" for a silent one treus terlepas a huge loud one!!!! The moonlight visual night sounds den disintergrate and immediately replaced by 3 girls laughing their hearts out at the corner of MacD. there was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fart in the office&lt;/span&gt; moment... Where there was the 'Hacheeeeeeew' and a 'Prooott'! You guessed it, a neeze and fart occuring consecutively right in the middle of the office. Hehhehhe... Cute one... Lucky its the smell-less one... hehhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we girls call it a night before the cinderella clock chimes to the sound of midnight. Of course not. Actually Momma of the twins have been calling in fear of the safety of her precious daughters... So sweet... In this time of age they are still called up to return home... jealous... Haizzz... When mum called you call her a nag when other mum's nag, you jealous. What's you problem girl!?!?!? Hehhehe. Contradicting arent we all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd appointment: Wif Fizah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night began with a chill out at a quiet place wif me, Rozi and fizah chilling, and chatting. Den me and Fizah proceeded to a popular hot club and chill out in the club watching familiar people getting tipsy and some drunk... Pointless I should say... A waste due to sucking bad air in a crowded place alongside a not-so-good feeling, plus how to get heard over the loud speakers and blinding lights. Guess we didnt have party in mind.. Hehhehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the night at a makan place for a drink to settle down before leapin into a cab and headed home where my bed-chamber awaits.&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/11075738-111255018830366976?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111255018830366976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111255018830366976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111255018830366976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111255018830366976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/04/fizah.html' title='Fizah'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111254704178808310</id><published>2005-03-31T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T00:50:41.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The reunion supper &amp; Bhumiband</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The plan after work today was to accompany me best bud Fizah go grocery shopping at carrefour but since she replied late, I was already at Toa Payoh chatting up with Wina on her upcoming wedding plans... but the surprise return of my dearest dad who has been offshore for 2 months plus came as a shock so all plans went haywire as I cut short the talk and proceeded to meet Dad in town. The first thing he ask"Nak gi makan pat newton?" He must have missed the food a lot so had to cancel out on dear and understanding bud, Fizah... and subsequently made calls to my siblings, Lolo, YumYum and Pinpin. Yum2 and Pinpin will meet us at Newton upon end of work at Compass point. Lolo was done with work so meet up with him for a drink at starbucks wif my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Ana there looking all fine. Happy in her career alongside her ever-so-loving relationship Atip and her new hard-to-use phone; NOKIA jog-a-dial. DEn I realised I missed Atip's show and award at APM (anugerah Planet Melayu), Bhumiband... Shucks...! And I call myself a fren... Haizzzzzz...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/CD_poster_final1.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- TF 468x60 JScript NoPop code --&gt;&lt;!-- TF 468x60 JScript NoPop code --&gt;&lt;!-- TF 468x60 JScript NoPop code --&gt;&lt;!-- TF 468x60 JScript NoPop code --&gt;&lt;!-- TF 468x60 JScript NoPop code --&gt;&lt;!-- TF 468x60 JScript NoPop code --&gt;Congratulations Bhumiband, esp Athif,  for winning the award for Kumpulan Baru Terbaik::&lt;br /&gt;The group of 7 Singaporeans who are now known in 3 countries namely Singapore, Malaysia and Indonesia(Fuh.. Jauh tu!). They actually received 5 nominations. Amazing how popular they have become since entering the music industry and their album, SUARA DUNIA, hae not been launched yet in Kuala Lumpur(the heart of all media industry) and Indonesia until mid-2005!!! Congrats congrats. I know many Singaporeans are proud of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of day, Lolo, my dad and me leapt off to newton and eagerly ordered our sumptious spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/baah.jpg" /&gt;       &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/pinpin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;              The hotness of Chilli crab getting to me!    So is on Pinpin! Hehe!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/makan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished meal!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/dad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My already-full Dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all this, my dad remembered to order a meal for my mum when she return from work the day after... And her food was more sumptious than ours!!! It has been a lovely reunion supper.. :)&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/11075738-111254704178808310?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111254704178808310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111254704178808310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111254704178808310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111254704178808310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/03/reunion-supper-bhumiband.html' title='The reunion supper &amp; Bhumiband'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111254384158332545</id><published>2005-03-30T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T23:57:21.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Game</title><content type='html'>This is a belated entry on the this evening date. A pool competition began late for some girls and me. The quiet evening began to pick as the crowd thickens towards 9.30pm nearing the pool comp at Moloko Cafe and Bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managress Shireen and her able assistant invited the ever livening crowd of mixed attractions.  Whilst many socialise into the night, I officially lost at 11.40pm. Lack of practice... what to do...  But the scores of disappointment that was heaped upon me was unbelievable. Like i'm a master of the pool trait and I failed. Oh well, its a nice thought... To know that many thinks I have that muuch skill... Padahal padahal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at this juncture I actually saw part of a true colors of a VERY good fren. So  despite my loss I gain a knowledge that far beseeched any trophies or prize.  NOt all frenz can be trusted.  Eventually you have to rely on yourself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-111254384158332545?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111254384158332545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111254384158332545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111254384158332545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111254384158332545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/03/pool-game.html' title='Pool Game'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111190721347322993</id><published>2005-03-27T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T15:50:46.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVIE: House of fury</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/houseoffury.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched another midnight over the weekend... Very nice action story with good plot and not much talk.. Men's favourite.. Very complex storyline but easier to understand towards the middle (or is it Im too slow?) Anyway, a must see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: how do they fight and dont sweat....? And dat hairdo...? How many cartons of gel is required... I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 104px" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/popcorn4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-111190721347322993?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111190721347322993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111190721347322993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111190721347322993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111190721347322993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/03/movie-house-of-fury.html' title='MOVIE: House of fury'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111178222905759541</id><published>2005-03-26T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T15:38:49.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@ DarLinG's @ Effen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@ DarLinG's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was duly spent Wif my DarLing's family...Somehow, i feel the parents enjoy having me hanging around the house.. i Wonder why... The mum mentioned something about daughter-in-law and mother-in-law issues, and I'm not a daughter-in-law yet?!?! Wonder if she trying to test water or its a general question. Yeah I've heard mother-in-law issues before and I've met some who honestly have none cos she accepted all the good and bad of the other party. Its like accepting a new fren whilst they are the majority some who struggle thru the pain of competing the attention of the man they both love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; width: 208px; height: 142px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;   &lt;tbody align="center"&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;                       &lt;td valign="top" width="565"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Posted: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Q:  Why would you rather deal with a vicious dog              than your mother-in-law?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;       A:  A vicious dog eventually lets go!&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;  &lt;/table&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, everyone has their shareof different moether-in-law issues... What we fail to see is wat if we became a mother-in-law later, how 'd we feel about dat... Will we then be called mother-in-law issues too? Haizz... Lumrah... No matter, love my man to bits... and if he loves and respects his mother so much.. So will I... I have yet to have mine. But its gonna be good. I know i'll make it, insyallah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this site where advice is given to mother-in-law and daughter-in-law problems. NEAT! Its called &lt;a href="http://www.motherinlawstories.com/terri_apter_advice_page.htm"&gt;motherinlawstories.com!&lt;/a&gt; Quirky isnt it? Dont forget to check out the MIL Mall!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at his house, Having The complete family affair plus the 'guest' which was me seemed simple and comfortable.. Homey feel...Something in this paragraph seems weird but I cant point it out and its 4am so I cant really think so i'll jus ramble on... Hey, i'm entitled to discrepancies in vocabulary at 4am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;@ Effen's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, listening to my dear fren &lt;a href="http://www.selectaradio.com/04site/components/playlists/main_playlist.m3u"&gt;DJ Effen&lt;/a&gt;'s music &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIVE&lt;/span&gt; from Selecta Radio. Its somehow something i'll never get accustomed to; listening to your own friend on air... Proud his there...&lt;br /&gt;He's  living part of his dreams.. when am I going to live mine...??? Haizz... Good luck Effen...&lt;br /&gt;Your dearest friends are all behind you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 457px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/effen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-111178222905759541?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111178222905759541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111178222905759541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111178222905759541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111178222905759541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/03/darlings-effen.html' title='@ DarLinG&apos;s @ Effen'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111190699101153343</id><published>2005-03-25T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T15:30:11.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVIE: Hitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/th-HitchOneSheet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/will.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/hitch03.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/eva.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This show watched at PS Golden Village (one of my favourite and most frequented theatre) played the cutest, romantic, and realistic plots on romantic comedies. Its the basic line-up for boy-meets-girl, boy-loses-girl, and boy-wins-girl-back. BUt hey its the flow of the story dat counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ardent fan of Will Smith movies as I find him a true leading man and seen his success in various movies... This show earns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 328px; height: 97px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/popcorn4.jpg" /&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/11075738-111190699101153343?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111190699101153343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111190699101153343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111190699101153343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111190699101153343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/03/movie-hitch.html' title='MOVIE: Hitch'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111177627225913800</id><published>2005-03-24T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T02:44:32.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ofis Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The great wonders of office life or affectionately as 'opis' life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said by a dear cuzzin of mine:&lt;br /&gt;type type type call .. go pantry .. minum air ...&lt;br /&gt;type type type call ... gi lunch ..&lt;br /&gt;type type type call ... gi pantry lagik ...&lt;br /&gt;type type type call ... gi toilet ..&lt;br /&gt;type type type call ... balik ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at it dat way, the work is not dat hard you know..... :p&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/11075738-111177627225913800?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111177627225913800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111177627225913800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111177627225913800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111177627225913800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/03/ofis-life.html' title='Ofis Life'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111126038635490019</id><published>2005-03-20T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T15:49:18.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVIE: Constantine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Movie Sypnosis: Constantine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 159px" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/contantine2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this show is a little late to be having a review about but I was watching it at PS today and it was full house! So i guess alot of people were late in watching movies... Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show I like, the scary people and scary devils all... NOt scared... hehhehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 95px" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/popcorn4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-111126038635490019?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111126038635490019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111126038635490019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111126038635490019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111126038635490019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/03/movie-constantine.html' title='MOVIE: Constantine'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111125925106363368</id><published>2005-03-19T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T03:10:28.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is taken from a fellow fotopages-blogger, Jeffri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:brown;"&gt;A friend of mine use to say that, "...if you think you are unhappy, there are others who are more unhapy. If you think you are unlucky, there are other who are more unlucky."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:brown;"&gt;At first glance, this statement will not amount to much, but merely sound like an attempt at comforting someone who is down in the dumps. But the more we look at it, the more sense it makes, and the more its truth seems to come out in the open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:brown;"&gt;Although most of us will hate to admit it, it is true that we tend to look at our misfortunes and think that its the end of the world. More often than not, we somehow fail to look at the bigger picture, and feel that we are the most unlucky person in the entire world. But the truth is, no matter how big our problems or misfortunes are, they are nowhere near what others have to go through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:brown;"&gt;While most of us complain and lament about having to spend just a few minutes under the hot sun, just think about the countless others who have no other choice but to throw themselves at the mercy of the sun in order to put some food on their table. And how about those who had to endure the pounding thunderstorm, soaking themselves to the bones, just to make ends meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:brown;"&gt;While most of us will sit in the comforts of our air-conditioned car and yet, still complain about the scorching sun, there are those who are thankful that it is not raining, simply because it meant that they still have the opportunity to earn some money for the day. How the simplest of things in life will make a difference between having something to eat for dinner or simply go to bed with an empty stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:brown;"&gt;It is really ironic that someone who have so many things in life, seems to be fond of complaining about the most minute things, when those who are less fortunate, seems to be more thankful for what they have, rather than what they do not have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:brown;"&gt;Perhaps it is human nature, that once we have all the things in life, we will tend to ignore those lesser than us. Perhaps the time has come for us to learn to appreciate life more and be thankful for what we have, rather than complaining about what we do not have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:brown;"&gt;In the end, the greatest possession is not about money, jewellery or a string of luxury cars or condominiums, but life itself. Getting the opportunity to live from one day to another is indeed the biggest of all assets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:brown;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 298px; height: 205px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/beca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Upon reading this... Aduh! Sedih nyer... my depression mode terus TURN OFF! May we be rich in all the ways that really count in life.&lt;/span&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/11075738-111125925106363368?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111125925106363368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111125925106363368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111125925106363368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111125925106363368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/03/appreciation.html' title='Appreciation'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111116465966001130</id><published>2005-03-18T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T00:54:47.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work work work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DEPRESSION MODE: Half -ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week has come and gone... all i can do is engulf myself in work and the irony of it all, i aint a workaholic!?!?! Working in a muti-national company may appear as great as it seems with the company boasting its surplus generosity in terms of leave entitlement, working hours and all-around insurance even outside of work! But the community defines the work force. when there is a majority and minority, racism ultimately reigns. But seriously, where in Singapore 'it' doesnt happen? Haizzz... My advice, make the best of it and you'll be happier than most i tell ya... Dont be like me. A worrisome. I worry abt everything. Should i destress and pick up the butt of Sampoerna again. Oh no no no! I think i should. heee... Women! So fickle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day will come.. so will you... one day...&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/11075738-111116465966001130?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111116465966001130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111116465966001130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111116465966001130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111116465966001130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/03/work-work-work.html' title='work work work'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111062026884699167</id><published>2005-03-10T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T00:19:03.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEPRESSION MODE: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, what can I say women have all these 'so -called' depression tendencies. My hopeful cure is blogsurf, my past-time long-neglected. Preceeding the hacking of my memories on blogger and my contacts on friendster, my life seem to make a turn around. All the memories embedded seem to be temporarily disconnected as the virtual memories have been erased. Probably i'm waiting for my brain to boot back th ememories. What in the world am i rubbishing about?!?!!? This is what happens when I am in depression mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blogsurfing.... &lt;/span&gt;this what i found...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;From &lt;a href="http://paramedicjournal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wagawaga's&lt;/a&gt;: Saw dat Spongebob Squarepants the movie is out, need to remind my brother and some spongebob fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;From &lt;a href="http://jewelmuse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jewel's:&lt;/a&gt; New henna 'skins', i like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.sg/"&gt;google:&lt;/a&gt; My name "Tirah" is a country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;From &lt;a href="http://redpilot.diaryland.com/"&gt;Effen's:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The Perfect Key&lt;br /&gt;Effen broadcasting LIVE from Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Fridays 6-8pm GMT on Selecta Radio&lt;br /&gt;http://www.selectaradio.com&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll be starting my internet radio show on Selecta Radio UK this Friday 6 - 8pm GMT, which translates to Saturday morning 2 - 4am local time. Each week I'll be dishing out the Trippy, Melodic &amp; Progressive tunes I have come across, with the harder ones towards the end. If you're not having plans to head out on Friday nights, tune in then.&lt;br /&gt;Spread The Word.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Selecta Radio is a 'Club Music' net radio station, with every genre under the sun in terms of club music, all styles of house, techno, trance, urban, hip hop, rnb, D&amp;B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Selecta Radio there are 21 DJs coming from USA, UK, Norway, Spain and now, Singapore spinning LIVE and getting their music across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;From &lt;a href="http://madness04.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ira's:&lt;/a&gt; Such a beautiful smurf pic but what I wanna read, i cant see... Once my depression mode over, i go over and teach her before she skips town.Singapore spinning LIVE and getting their music across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;From Zati's: &lt;em&gt;Today, upon a bus, I saw a very beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;               And wished I were as beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;              When suddenly she rose to leave,&lt;br /&gt;              I saw her hobble down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;             She had one leg and wore a crutch.&lt;br /&gt;           But as she passed, she passed a  smile.&lt;br /&gt;              Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.&lt;br /&gt;             I have two legs; the world is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                I stopped to buy some candy.&lt;br /&gt;             The lad who sold it had such charm.&lt;br /&gt;           I talked with him, he  seemed so glad.&lt;br /&gt;              If I were late, it'd do no harm.&lt;br /&gt;        And as I left, he  said to me, "I thank you,&lt;br /&gt;                    you've  been so kind.&lt;br /&gt;           It's nice to talk  with folks like you.&lt;br /&gt;              You see," he  said, "I'm blind."&lt;br /&gt;              Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.&lt;br /&gt;             I have two eyes; the world is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Later while walking down the street,&lt;br /&gt;                    I saw a child I knew.&lt;br /&gt;            He stood and watched the others play,&lt;br /&gt;               but he did not know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;             I stopped a moment and then I said,&lt;br /&gt;               "Why don't you join them dear?"&lt;br /&gt;               He looked ahead without a word.&lt;br /&gt;                 I forgot, he couldn't hear.&lt;br /&gt;              Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.&lt;br /&gt;             I have two ears; the world is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With feet to take me where I'd go.&lt;br /&gt;             With eyes to see the sunset's glow.&lt;br /&gt;              With ears to hear what I'd know.&lt;br /&gt;              Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.&lt;br /&gt;        I've been blessed indeed, the world is mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make us wonder what is NOT EnUFF....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;From &lt;a href="http://elle-est-amoureuse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raihan's:&lt;/a&gt; The beauty of her wedding plans and future leave many envy and may her wedding be as successful as she is insyallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;From &lt;a href="http://etrangle.pitas.com/"&gt;Diah's:&lt;/a&gt; The teacher whose live revolves around such cute tembam kids. Now i understand why they created T.A.F Club... looking at the baby fat on these kids! I like! Heheheh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;From &lt;a href="http://naharaida.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suzie:&lt;/a&gt; Her new pinky site... i like i like.... We all girly-girls - unite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;From the rest..... the happy entries, I can feel the happiness. For the sad ones, my depression jus continued its descent....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus by bloghopping and reading other's happiness, I can become happy usually momentarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-111062026884699167?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111062026884699167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111062026884699167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111062026884699167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111062026884699167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/03/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111062136771969764</id><published>2005-03-09T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T17:58:26.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My daily BREAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 152px; height: 172px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/889_8910.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Daily stopover to work and back via a new route TOA PAYOH MRT. And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus my daily intake of ROTIBOY is appeased. Have to put a stop to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to lose weight and dis dinner snack is jus extending dat goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh....! *Maybe i'll keep it to a weekly dosage?* Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/11075738-111062136771969764?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111062136771969764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111062136771969764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111062136771969764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111062136771969764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-daily-bread.html' title='My daily BREAD'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111062096029657265</id><published>2005-03-07T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T18:02:35.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAD &amp; FAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The weekend showed the wedding of the year event where i went for the saturday dinner wif ma darling and went for the sunday event wif frenz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Pakistani marrying an Arab girl... So dat's why the Arab get-up. Hehehe.. Cutesy wutsey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/MamatsWeddingPart1033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE ARAB OUTFIT - NIKAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;missing&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE INDIAN OUTFIT - DINNER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/missing&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A snap taken from &lt;a href="http://paramedicjournal.blogspot.com/"&gt;wagawaga's blog. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 370px; height: 322px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/wed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE SUIT &amp; GOWN OUTFIT - SANDING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A match made in heaven indeed. Like pinang di belah satu! Hehehhe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Pengantin Baru Nad &amp;amp; Fad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-111062096029657265?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111062096029657265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111062096029657265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111062096029657265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111062096029657265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/03/nad-fad.html' title='NAD &amp; FAD'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111061656830055892</id><published>2005-03-06T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T18:03:08.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sistaz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A special outing spent with special SISTAZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 353px; height: 350px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/sistaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/cimut.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what can be said but when spent with important people, the outing became significant. This happen on Sunday.... Where hordes of people crowded the ever so popular Tampines Mall.&lt;br /&gt;We went to watch a movie and dis is not a nice picture. I'm anti ghost-stories but I do have to watch at times and so I did. It was a stupid show and a waste of my fear. Note to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:Do not watch this show:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 347px; height: 260px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/WN_800x600_1.jpg" /&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/11075738-111061656830055892?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111061656830055892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111061656830055892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111061656830055892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111061656830055892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/03/sistaz.html' title='Sistaz'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-111055882421576846</id><published>2005-03-05T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T17:47:42.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sincere apologies to all who drops and browse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes going bonkers staring into the pc screen and  and I have grown a detachment to seeing a pc at home too &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; once my eyes finally laid eyes on all the links galore, i'm glued.  Hehehehe... What can I say, i'm a blogger..... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems my weekend is filled whenever it arrives like last week. Spent it in the beauty of my stepmum's new house... Nice ambience... Delicious food... Some of siblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 342px; height: 278px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/sibli.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and plenty of my relatives. Check out &lt;a href="http://bulans.multiply.com/"&gt;bulan's multiply&lt;/a&gt;... Cutesy-wutsey... Have all the little ones running around... Everything was fun till my fingers slipped and my darling nephew fell on his head... Fortunately, there was no immediate danger if not, it'll be in my conscience all my life. That ended the family-happily mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-111055882421576846?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/111055882421576846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=111055882421576846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111055882421576846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/111055882421576846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/03/open-house.html' title='Open House'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-110953978306567852</id><published>2005-02-26T04:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T05:38:19.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AnimaL Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 329px; height: 247px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/108_0864.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participants: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abang Usop(Kak Tie's hubby), Kak Tie, Kak Tie's 3 kids(Izza, Ayush, Seha),Kak Ani, Kak Ani's 3 kids(Irfan, Maisara, Danish), Yum, my niece(Sofea) , my darling and Me (of Cos!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to the Animal Farm at Yio Chu Kang. A boisterous affair with those trying to overcome the horse-fear, the chicken-fear, the rabbit-fear, the ayam-belanda-fear(what's ayam belanda in English?) and the pelican-fear. But despite the unexpected downpour, we enjoyed a short hammock rest and swan-seeing and hut-picture-taking and a ever-so-loud Dan and Seha in the van before swooping to Satay Club for a quick feast. Ending the day with a little rest at Kak Tie's place. And returning poor, tired Sofea Erika home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things at the Farm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 258px; height: 193px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/108_0859.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The KiDs Moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 191px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/108_0857.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hammock moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 168px; height: 126px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/108_0882.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 168px; height: 126px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/108_0883.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeding the "hard-to-feed"&lt;br /&gt;This girl hardly eats so it surprised me to see her eating gallops of rice&lt;br /&gt;and only allowed to be fed by her 2nd-sorta cousin, Ayush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 264px; height: 199px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/108_0854.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 378px; height: 504px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/AFarm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the summary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/108_0887.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parting pics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-110953978306567852?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/110953978306567852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=110953978306567852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/110953978306567852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/110953978306567852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/02/animal-farm.html' title='AnimaL Farm'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-110953496183939051</id><published>2005-02-25T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T04:42:15.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chingay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Orchard was close that day due to&lt;br /&gt;Chingay Festival. These are the pictures I posted late due to technical errors... Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/Chingay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 248px; height: 163px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/107_0756.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is where we parked and then walked to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 167px; height: 126px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/107_0743.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And stayed to stare at...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 285px; height: 214px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/107_0713.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awaiting floats..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 246px; height: 184px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/106_0685.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The first float: Commemorating the Year of The Rooster (MY YEAR!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 180px; height: 134px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/107_0710.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/107_0740.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/107_0719.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 179px; height: 134px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/106_0692.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 135px; height: 169px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/107_0744.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 127px; height: 169px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/107_0745.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Parade Began...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the walk back we dutifully noted the sign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 94px; height: 142px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/107_0752.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more taxi here as the road closes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 244px; height: 182px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/106_0675.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time well spent I say... Next year, try "tickets".&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/11075738-110953496183939051?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/110953496183939051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=110953496183939051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/110953496183939051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/110953496183939051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/02/chingay.html' title='Chingay'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075738.post-110953622187583045</id><published>2005-02-24T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T04:39:29.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funfair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Funfair @ Woodlands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/244/3820/640/107_0778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px; width: 215px; height: 161px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/244/3820/320/107_0778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of the fair at 7.50pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/244/3820/640/107_0788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px; width: 210px; height: 159px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/244/3820/320/107_0788.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/244/3820/640/107_0794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px; width: 209px; height: 159px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/244/3820/320/107_0794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEFORE           &amp;           AFTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/244/3820/640/107_0789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px; width: 121px; height: 91px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/244/3820/320/107_0789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/244/3820/640/107_0792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px; width: 121px; height: 91px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/244/3820/320/107_0792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WooHoo! &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Getting Sick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/244/3820/640/107_0781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px; width: 236px; height: 178px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/244/3820/320/107_0781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I won! (as if!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/244/3820/640/107_0800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px; width: 232px; height: 174px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/244/3820/320/107_0800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride I never took... Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/244/3820/640/108_0813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px; width: 206px; height: 155px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/244/3820/320/108_0813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finale @ 10.30pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075738-110953622187583045?l=tirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/feeds/110953622187583045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075738&amp;postID=110953622187583045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/110953622187583045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075738/posts/default/110953622187583045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirah.blogspot.com/2005/02/funfair.html' title='Funfair'/><author><name>Tirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/tirah/scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
