<?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-8631078658686567178</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:38:32.248-08:00</updated><category term='juara lagu'/><category term='bromocriptine'/><category term='gemuk'/><category term='kota tinggi'/><category term='pregnant'/><category term='prolactin'/><category term='mimpi'/><category term='breastfeeding'/><category term='budget'/><category term='puasa'/><category term='baby'/><category term='AJL 24'/><category term='hujan'/><category term='rumah'/><category term='mengandung'/><category term='uban'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='renovation'/><category term='rant'/><category term='kiddo'/><category term='aizat'/><title type='text'>(nota-nota untuk zaza)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-8730560746855514630</id><published>2011-10-06T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T02:36:12.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>invictus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of the night that covers me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black as the Pit from pole to pole,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thank whatever gods may be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For my unconquerable soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the fell clutch of circumstance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have not winced nor cried aloud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Under the bludgeoning of chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My head is bloody, but unbowed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beyond this place of wrath and tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looms but the Horror of the shade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yet the menace of the years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It matters not how strait the gate,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How charged with punishments the scroll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am the master of my fate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am the captain of my soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="vsc" sig="cHG"&gt;&lt;div class="vspib"&gt;&lt;div class="vspii"&gt;&lt;div class="vspiic"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="r"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1122cc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;~William Ernest Henley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631078658686567178-8730560746855514630?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8730560746855514630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=8730560746855514630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/8730560746855514630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/8730560746855514630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2011/10/invictus.html' title='invictus'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-4470237338455721439</id><published>2011-09-27T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T02:04:09.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breastfeeding'/><title type='text'>tegar menjadi sumber tenusu</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mQEKvCFXQY/ToGRJkCKs1I/AAAAAAAABVc/0i2dAlayHs4/s1600/DSC01902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mQEKvCFXQY/ToGRJkCKs1I/AAAAAAAABVc/0i2dAlayHs4/s400/DSC01902.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;pumping at the cubicle. next cubicle pun tak perasan. you can do it too!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631078658686567178-4470237338455721439?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/4470237338455721439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=4470237338455721439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/4470237338455721439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/4470237338455721439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2011/09/tegar-menjadi-sumber-tenusu.html' title='tegar menjadi sumber tenusu'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mQEKvCFXQY/ToGRJkCKs1I/AAAAAAAABVc/0i2dAlayHs4/s72-c/DSC01902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-895320405723397371</id><published>2011-08-01T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T23:52:09.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puasa'/><title type='text'>salam ramadhan</title><content type='html'>Ramadhan ke-2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengahari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di luar panas terik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gw1lAr7DRPA/TjeeaumFgkI/AAAAAAAABUs/YSXlo-TdmG0/s1600/DSC_0095+selasih.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gw1lAr7DRPA/TjeeaumFgkI/AAAAAAAABUs/YSXlo-TdmG0/s320/DSC_0095+selasih.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;dapat sirap selasih bes jugak nih. *gulp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Selamat berpuasa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631078658686567178-895320405723397371?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/895320405723397371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=895320405723397371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/895320405723397371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/895320405723397371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2011/08/salam-ramadhan.html' title='salam ramadhan'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gw1lAr7DRPA/TjeeaumFgkI/AAAAAAAABUs/YSXlo-TdmG0/s72-c/DSC_0095+selasih.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-4470495159906018573</id><published>2011-07-21T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T20:25:06.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the finer things in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Kelab bola terkemuka menang tipis.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anak kecil dalam busana rasmi pasukan nasional. Air muka penuh bangga sambil melangkah ke tadika, sambil di pimpin neneknya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Langkah terhenti sebentar. Menoleh. Oh, datuk masih&amp;nbsp;terkapai-kapai. Menggigil tongkatnya, perlahan-lahan kaki selangkah demi selangkah, terketar-ketar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dan anak kecil tadi yang masih bangga dalam busana rasmi pasukan nasional tadi memimpin pula datuknya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a scene to witness, on a Friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's what you call, the finer things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a thousand dollar bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the latest gadgets, iPhones or iPads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or a half million dollar car. Not even a million dollar one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or a &lt;a href="http://www.hauteliving.com/2011/07/history-surpreme-most-expensive-yacht-in-the-world-over-3-billion/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 billion dollar yacht&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hauteliving.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Picture-95.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://www.hauteliving.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Picture-95.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;gold and platinum plated! ada tulang T-Rex tadi. but what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;just because you have the ongkos ek.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It is the little things, that we tend to take for granted. Like the scene earlier.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And we may wonder if that rich anonymous Malaysian businessman have someone dear to hold his hand when he's as frail as that &lt;i&gt;atuk, &lt;/i&gt;eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631078658686567178-4470495159906018573?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/4470495159906018573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=4470495159906018573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/4470495159906018573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/4470495159906018573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2011/07/finer-things-in-life.html' title='the finer things in life'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-4816869039544622963</id><published>2011-03-15T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T01:26:13.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mimpi'/><title type='text'>mimpi indah</title><content type='html'>Suami di tawarkan sambung belajar, dijanjikan tali ke arah arena pengurusan selepas tamat.&lt;br /&gt;Di tanah asing yang ada 4 musim.&lt;br /&gt;Demi mengikut suami saya ambil cuti tanpa gaji semaksimum yang dibenarkan.&lt;br /&gt;Sementara tidak bekerja saya ambil job translating atau pun designing untuk dapat wang saku. Sambil-sambil tu ikut kursus jahitan/design profesional.&lt;br /&gt;Cuti semester atau cuti musim panas kami anak beranak bersiar-siar.&lt;br /&gt;Sambil-sambil tu ahli keluarga pun bertambah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syurga!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631078658686567178-4816869039544622963?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/4816869039544622963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=4816869039544622963&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/4816869039544622963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/4816869039544622963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2011/03/mimpi-indah.html' title='mimpi indah'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-7529228286420698253</id><published>2011-03-08T01:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:21:43.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for rohkmah</title><content type='html'>rok kata aku patut update blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ni aku update untuk dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631078658686567178-7529228286420698253?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/7529228286420698253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=7529228286420698253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/7529228286420698253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/7529228286420698253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2011/03/for-rohkmah.html' title='for rohkmah'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-4646466646796634494</id><published>2011-02-11T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T11:42:59.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>being a mother</title><content type='html'>many times a night while nursing Ali&amp;nbsp;or changing him or soothing him I would wonder, how did my own mother survive through 5 kids? &amp;nbsp;It made me think about all the trials she had faced raising us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631078658686567178-4646466646796634494?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/4646466646796634494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=4646466646796634494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/4646466646796634494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/4646466646796634494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2011/02/being-mother.html' title='being a mother'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-1603224546848321608</id><published>2010-12-22T01:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T01:53:19.125-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Tegar.</title><content type='html'>banyak benda happened in between being a mother to my baby, wife/friend/lover to my husband, worker in the rat race, daughter to my parents, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm telling you, it's overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm not used to this new altitude of multitasking. I want to be the best mom/wife/love/friend/daughter/worker that I can be but sometimes (ehem, many times (double ehem, maybe at all times?)) I feel that I'm just not cut out for it. Maybe I am, or maybe it's just true that I'm not able to do it all. If &amp;nbsp;I really can maybe I'm moving at too slow a pace, slower than a snail. What's slower than a snail? A baby snail. No, a FAT snail. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result I disappoint not a few. I failed my husband, and really, that means i failed me. Sometimes i'm scared that i have this secret depression inside. This invisible tumor that's lurking in the dark corners of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do people find the time to do it all? How do people have the time to research about stuff when they have to tend to the baby? And when they go to work how do they managed to stay awake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also hard when sometimes i feel that i cant talk to anybody about it. My mom would of course be on my side, but sometimes she'd fire up the negativity and i end up feeling worse, or worse, i end up deciding on the negative side of the plate. My sisters, um, the elder one is ever willing to listen but somehow the news would get to my mom and it'll get blown out of proportion. My MIL is great, but would i bitch about my life, or her son to her? NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i have a lot to be thankful of. Generally I'm happy. I've a lot to be happy about. My husband is a great man, great father, all round provider. My baby boy is just beautiful and yummy i just want to eat his little fingers and little toes and kuih pau pipi all day. My parents are fine and dandy. My parents-in-law are too. I still have my job, and work is piling up. yes, i'm grateful for that too. Apart from my waddling tummy due to the c-sect, i think physically i'm improving, bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow when I hit the bed at night i cant stop from thinking all these negative thoughts. Yes, my husband is great but I cant seem to match his greatness. I'm like this perempuan bodoh who happens to be married to a great king. Yes my baby boy is beautiful, healty and yummy but I'm so afraid of screwing things up like I'm so used to be doing. Yes my parents are still alive and healthy but i cant hide my guilt of not being the daughter that they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel that i'm all f*%#$d up. Oh, and I always feel that I cant talk to husband that freely anymore because of all these negative energy inside me. I always conclude that he'll be more disappointed with me anyway so why bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i purposely hang out with people who laugh a lot. Those who just ooze with positivity hoping that the vibe would catch up with me. Maybe i didnt pray hard enough coz even if the sejadah was wet with tears &amp;nbsp;i'd be all down again before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini ke namanya meroyan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631078658686567178-1603224546848321608?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/1603224546848321608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=1603224546848321608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/1603224546848321608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/1603224546848321608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2010/12/tegar.html' title='Tegar.'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-4542915823201031350</id><published>2010-12-01T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T04:47:03.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>scary thought of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i like almonds. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/TPZCs_6rEQI/AAAAAAAABSk/pRVEk4j9zoo/s1600/saggy_boobs-18617.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/TPZCs_6rEQI/AAAAAAAABSk/pRVEk4j9zoo/s1600/saggy_boobs-18617.jpg" /&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/8631078658686567178-4542915823201031350?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/4542915823201031350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=4542915823201031350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/4542915823201031350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/4542915823201031350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2010/12/scary-thought-of-day.html' title='scary thought of the day'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/TPZCs_6rEQI/AAAAAAAABSk/pRVEk4j9zoo/s72-c/saggy_boobs-18617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-5025390184588805079</id><published>2010-11-29T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T18:26:39.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ordinary jane</title><content type='html'>got this note via email. thought to share it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="uiHeader uiHeaderBottomBorder mbm" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding-bottom: 0.5em;"&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix uiHeaderTop" style="color: #333333; display: block; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2 class="uiHeaderTitle" style="color: #1c2a47; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Aku hanya wanita biasa&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix" style="display: block; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix" style="color: #333333; display: block; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-right: 100px; word-wrap: break-word; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kepadamu yang akan menjadi pendampingku kelak..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terima kasih kerana telah memilihku di antara ribuan bidadari di luar sana yang siap untuk kamu pilih.. Padahal kamu begitu tahu, aku hanya wanita biasa, yang sangat jauh dari sempurna.Kerananya ku ingin kamu tahu, aku bukan wanita yang sempurna, aku begitu banyak kekurangan. Maka ketahuilah..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kepadamu yang akan memilihku kelak..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku tak sebijak Siti khadijah, kerananya ku ingin kamu tahu, aku akan saja &amp;nbsp;berbuat salah dan begitu menyedihkan. Maka ku mohon padamu, bijaklah dalam menghadapiku, jangan marah padaku, nasihati aku dengan hikmah, kerana bagiku kamulah pemimpinku, tak akan berani ku membangkang padamu..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duhai kau yang telah memilihku kelak..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingatlah, tak selamanya aku akan cantik di matamu, ada kalanya aku akan begitu kusam dan hodoh. Mungkin kerana aku begitu sibuk di dapur, menyiapkan makan untuk kamu dan anak-anak kita nanti –Insya’Allah-. Maka aku akan tampak kotor dan berbau asap. Atau kerana seharian ku harus meguruskan istana kecil kita, agar kamu dan anak kita dapat tinggal dengan nyaman dan damai. Maka mungkin aku tak sempat berdandan untuk menyambutmu sepulang bekerja.. Ataukah kamu akan menemukanku tersengguk-sengguk saat mendengar keluhan dan ceritamu, bukan kerana aku tak suka menjadi tempatmu menumpahkan segala rasamu, tapi karena semalam saat kau tertidur dengan nyenyak, aku tak sedetik pun tertidur karena harus menjaga anak &amp;nbsp;kecil kita yang sedang sakit, dan ku tau kamu letih mencari rezeki untuk kami maka tak ingin ku mengusik sedikit pun lelapmu.. Jadi jika esok pagi kau mendapatiku begitu letih dan ada lingkaran hitam di mataku, maka tetaplah tersenyum padaku, kerana kau adalah kekuatanku..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Padamu yang menjadi nahkoda dalam hidupku kelak..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ketahuilah, aku tak sesabar &amp;nbsp;Fatimah, ada kalanya kau akan menemukanku begitu marah, menangis , bukan kerana ku membangkang padamu, tapi aku hanya wanita biasa, aku juga perlu tempat untuk menumpahkan beban di hatiku, tempat untuk melepaskan penatku, dan mungkin saat itu aku tak menemukanmu, atau kau begitu sibuk dengan pekerjaanmu, maka bersabarlah, yang ku perlukan hanya pelukan dan belaianmu.. Kerana bagiku kau adalah titisan embun yang mampu memadamkan segala resahku..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ataukah ada kalanya tanganku akan mencubit dan memukul penuh kasih sayang si kecil kerana lelah dan penatku di tambh rengekannya yang tak habis-habisnya. Sungguh bukan kerana ku ingin menyakitinya, tapi kadang aku kehabisan cara untuk menenangkan hatinya. Maka jangan memarahiku kerana telah menyakiti buah hati kita, tapi cukup kau usap kepalaku, dan bisikkan kata sayang di telingaku, kerana dengan itu ku tau kamu selalu menghargai semua yang ku lakukan untuk kalian, dan kamu akan menemukanku menangis menyesali perlakuanku pada anak kita, dan aku akan merasakan ribuan kali rasa sakit dari cubitan yang ku berikan padanya, dan aku akan berjanji tak akan mengulanginya lagi..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Padamu yang menjadi imam dalam hidupku kelak..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ketahuilah, aku tak secerdas Aisyah.. Maka jangan pernah bosan mengajariku, membimbingku ke arah-Nya, walau kadang aku begitu bebal dan bodoh, tapi jangan pernah letih mengajariku.. Jangan segan membangunkanku di sepertiga malam untuk bersamamu bermunajat pada Kekasih yang Maha Kasih.. Jangan letih mengingatkanku untuk terus bersamamu mendulang pahala dalam amalan-amalan sunnah.. Bimbing tanganku ke JannahNya, agar kamu dan aku tetap bersatu di dalamnya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Padamu yang menjadi kekasih hati dan teman dalam hidupku..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seiring berjalannya waktu, kamu akan menemukan rambutku yang dulu hitam legam dan indah, akan menipis dan memutih. Kulitku yang bersih akan mulai kereput. Tanganku yang halus akan menjadi kasar.. Dan kau tak akan menemukanku sebagai wanita cantik, yang kau khitbah puluhan tahun yang lalu.. Bukan wanita muda yang selalu menyenangkan matamu.. Maka jangan pernah berpaling dariku.. Karena satu yang tak pernah berubah, bahkan sejak dulu akan terus bertambah dan kian bertambah, iaitu rasa cintaku padamu..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ketahuilah.. Tiap harinya, tiap jam, minit dan detiknya, telah aku lewati dengan selalu jatuh cinta padamu..Maka, cintailah aku, dengan apa adanya aku.. Jangan berharap aku menjadi wanita sempurna.. Maafkan aku kerana aku bukan puteri.. Aku hanya wanita biasa..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631078658686567178-5025390184588805079?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/5025390184588805079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=5025390184588805079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/5025390184588805079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/5025390184588805079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2010/11/ordinary-jane.html' title='ordinary jane'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-5179761348015230058</id><published>2010-11-18T00:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T00:28:50.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>halu</title><content type='html'>halu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631078658686567178-5179761348015230058?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/5179761348015230058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=5179761348015230058&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/5179761348015230058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/5179761348015230058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2010/11/halu.html' title='halu'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-4002706417883905875</id><published>2010-11-02T20:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T20:54:45.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hidup kamu, aku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotimg23.fotki.com/a/115_132/103_241/laborplan-vi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://hotimg23.fotki.com/a/115_132/103_241/laborplan-vi.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="448" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Nampak surat di atas? Itu lah konon-kononnya 'labour plan' saya. Ye, saya tahu, some would view it as mengada-ngada plan. I actually think that it's not practiced anyway in our country. And i know most doctors would chuck it anyway. Tapi saya perlu percaya bahawa saya ada kuasa untuk memilih. Bahawa saya ada that luxury to have options dan buat keputusan yang terbaik untuk saya dan Kiddo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Dalam kepala saya, dah lama dah saya decide untuk menjalani proses labor ni as drug free dan as natural as possible. Ya, saya NAK tersiksa. Saya rela. Sebab tu saya cari doktor yang advocate natural delivery. Doktor yang handle kes keguguran saya tahun lepas kata, epidural ni bagusnya kita dapat enjoy proses kelahiran bayi. Tak sakit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Tak mahu. Saya tak mahu epidural, injection atau yang sewaktu dengannya. Bukan saya nak compete dengan mak saya yang beranak LIMA, kakak saya yang beranak tiga, semuanya naturally. It's not about competition. Bagi saya, bukan senang nak dapat baby. Banyak yang saya lalui, yang saya tahan-rasa, untuk sampai ke sini, untuk budak ini membesar 9 bulan dalam perut. It's about experiencing the wholeness of the process. 9 bulan dalam perut, semuanya natural, tak pernah makan artificial ubat atau panadol pun, Coke pun tak minum, fast food tak makan, jadi saya rasa saya berhak untuk deliver budak ini naturally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Saya nak rasa dia keluar melalui birth canal itu. Saya nak berhempas pulas meneran.Saya nak belai budak ini atas perut saya, masa dia masih diselaputi vernix dan darah. Saya nak lihat dia cuba reach for mummy's breast and feed for the first time. Saya nak dengar dia merengek menangis, saya nak dengar Papa dia membisikkan Azan dan Iqamat di kedua-dua telinganya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Saya nak macam-macam. Saya nak segalanya. I wanted the perfect labour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But you know what? God had a greater plan. See the letter above? Right. Flush aje segala plan tersebut ke dalam tandas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Birth Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;Actual Birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;1. Vaginal exams to a minimum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It's like an O&amp;amp;G museum dah. Nurse tukar ganti tgk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;2. Augmentation/ Induction: No artificial rupturing of amniotic membrane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;2/9 kami induce the process. Sebab dari 30/8 sampai la tu masih gak 2cm. So on the 3/9 tu doc rupture la ketuban. uhuks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;3. Anesthesia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Tak amik epidural or any injection. yey. Tapi when the doc said kami kena emergency c-sect, saya kena GA terus. Langsung tak sedar hapah pun. Suami pun tak dapat tgk apa-apa sebab it's an emergency procedure. *sad*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;4. During/after Delivery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Takyah dok cerita la. Tak rasa hapa pun. *sad*. Crowning ke letak kat perut ke potong tali pusat ke byebye. Amik gambar atau video? Bertuah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;5. Breastfeeding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ali pandai. Letak2 je kat boobies terus nyonyot. Alhamdulillah ada colostrum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Yang penting semuanya selamat, betul? Tapi saya punya rasa terkilan sebab tak dapat melalui ideal labour saya aje la. Tapi Tuhan tu adil , dia bagi saya rasa sakit contraction sampai rasa macam nak terberak tu. Cuma baby keluar ikut tingkap lah tak ikut pintu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Aduhai tak dapat nak describe betapa frustnya &amp;nbsp;masa tu. Selama 9 bulan berangan nak beranak naturally, before tu tak berani pun nak berangan deliver baby lepas miscarriage dan episod tumor tu. Allah...tawakkal dan berdoa aje lah masa tu. Hubby tetap cekal, dan tabahkan semangat saya. Fokus, katanya. Fokus untuk selamatkan baby, selamatkan mummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/TNAhrfCH8dI/AAAAAAAABSA/5pICwOdK0A4/s1600/K_P1000516.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/TNAhrfCH8dI/AAAAAAAABSA/5pICwOdK0A4/s1600/K_P1000516.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Masa nak induce. Sempat camwhoring. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/TNAg5BoiyrI/AAAAAAAABRY/B7Zm090crpo/s1600/K_P1000522.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/TNAg5BoiyrI/AAAAAAAABRY/B7Zm090crpo/s1600/K_P1000522.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;The Man pun terjebak camwhoring. Masa ni positive lagi mindset nak natural labour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/TNAg7jQVvfI/AAAAAAAABRc/QyW1Xs0aGhw/s1600/K_P1000524.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/TNAg7jQVvfI/AAAAAAAABRc/QyW1Xs0aGhw/s1600/K_P1000524.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Water bag ruptured dah. Tgh tahan contraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/TNAhA69XfxI/AAAAAAAABRk/36OjEmBQ-5I/s1600/K_P1000530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/TNAhA69XfxI/AAAAAAAABRk/36OjEmBQ-5I/s1600/K_P1000530.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;sempat lagi tu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/TNAhg9lJg0I/AAAAAAAABRw/TLfBpwyCPRU/s1600/K_P1000541.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/TNAhg9lJg0I/AAAAAAAABRw/TLfBpwyCPRU/s1600/K_P1000541.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;konon semangat rambo lagi time ni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/TNAhw8yKGuI/AAAAAAAABSI/XYhkscl__Qs/s1600/K_P1000538.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/TNAhw8yKGuI/AAAAAAAABSI/XYhkscl__Qs/s1600/K_P1000538.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;a few moments after, nurse masuk suruh tanggal jewellery. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Proses dalam OT berlaku macam pit-stop F1. Sap sap soi la orang kata. Husband ikut hantar masuk OT, naik bilik amik newspaper dan bagitau mami &amp;amp; abah, turun2 je baby dah keluar. Tak sampai 10 minit. 5 minit je kot? Ntah. Sedar2 ada orang panggil nama saya, rosniza, rosniza, bangun, bangun. Siap lupa pun masa tu dalam hospital nak beranak. Bila depa tolak trolley (trolley ke kalau bawak manusia?) tu keluar baru saya ingat, oh, rupanya aku dah beranak. Keluar dari pintu dengan groggy saya tanya hubby yang setia menunggu, baby ok ke?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Hubby dengan semangat nye cakap, OK, sihat, MUKA MACAM I TAPI PUTIH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Tak larat pun nak gelak masa tu. Lalok abis, tapi rasa nak nangis. Excited nak jumpa manusia yang menghuni perut 9 bulan tu. Ada jugak perasaan macam ibu yang gagal. Gagal lahirkan dia secara normal. OK, ye, there's this part of me yang memang sentiasa rasa macam loser. Tapi masa sempat remind diri sendiri supaya bersyukur dan jangan layan my pessimist alter ego itu. Karang meroyan, lain pulak cerita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Masuk bilik, they brought the baby for rooming-in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/TNAg2itu4pI/AAAAAAAABRU/Z4BApLYrr2c/s1600/K_P1000542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/TNAg2itu4pI/AAAAAAAABRU/Z4BApLYrr2c/s1600/K_P1000542.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;tengah lalok sebenarnya ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Holding him for the first time is indescribable. Memang seperti apa yang saya impikan. Sempurna sekali. Memang dia lah yang terbaik buat kami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/TNAhpW7RK2I/AAAAAAAABR8/VHQkFWDIWr8/s1600/2910_P1000553.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/TNAhpW7RK2I/AAAAAAAABR8/VHQkFWDIWr8/s1600/2910_P1000553.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;happyness; all bundled up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Allah, tears of joy dan kesyukuran mengalir bila fikirkan what we went through to get to that moment. Syukur baby selamat, sihat. Syukur saya juga selamat dan sihat. Syukur terutamanya ada suami yang steadfast sekali menanti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;2 bulan sudah berlalu. Ali Bin Alfian Iqbal dah pun tambah 3 kilo lebih kot. Hari minggu ni baru nak jumpa tuan doktor lagi. Juara kecil tu siap dah pegi jab yang pertama dah dan tak demam. Good boy. Makan tak berhenti (termasuk mummy nya la..uhuks). Pipi dari kulit aje sekarang dah gembol. Leher dah berlipat kena seluk dalam2 nak bersihkan. Kulit dari putih jadi gelap sebab kena jemur (jaundice, but that's another entry :| ) lepas tu putih balik. Muka dari exclusively ikut papa nye, skang ada la tempias2 mummy (perasaan mummy la).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Terima kasih kepada yang mendoakan. Terima kasih kepada keluarga, saudara mara, sahabat handai yang datang melawat, ada yang lama gila tak jumpa saya rasa ada la 5-6 tahun tak jumpa (Adiel, Dyla &amp;amp; hubby..thanks korang!) tapi sudi melawat tengok anak saya kat sepital. Ada yang datang beberapa kali, dan ada yang datang last minute sebelum kereta nak tekan minyak balik seremban (ajis! hahaha..kasut pink yo!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631078658686567178-4002706417883905875?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/4002706417883905875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=4002706417883905875&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/4002706417883905875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/4002706417883905875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2010/11/hidup-kamu-aku.html' title='hidup kamu, aku'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/TNAhrfCH8dI/AAAAAAAABSA/5pICwOdK0A4/s72-c/K_P1000516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-3594397705152910197</id><published>2010-04-16T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T06:55:49.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayer love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5UPEkkbVjZk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5UPEkkbVjZk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;I first heard the song at Light FM few days ago, stumbled upon his voice when we got sick of Nana's voice at Xfresh FM. (note to haniff &amp;amp; ray: OI UDAH2 LA TU HOLIDAY!!)&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;I've always loved his songs. And no wonder this album will become a new favourite. And there's so many interpretations to his lyrics, you choose want you want to hear/ believe. He's particularly good in singing our sadness out. Tangkap nangis oh.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;Well I guess everyone's gone through somekind of a disastrous relationship at some point(s) in our lives. And at some point after that experience, we'll be at peace with ourselves and says, 'hey, it's not  too bad, this being alone business'. Perfectly lonely. But deep inside we all know all we want is just to feel again. And deep inside we all know only time will tell.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perfectly Lonely - John Mayer (Battle Studies)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Had a little love&lt;br /&gt;But I spread it thin&lt;br /&gt;Falling in her arms at night again&lt;br /&gt;I made a bad name for my game round town&lt;br /&gt;Tore out my heart and shut it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to be&lt;br /&gt;A simple little a kind of free&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;No one but me&lt;br /&gt;That's is all I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm perfectly lonely&lt;br /&gt;I'm perfectly lonely&lt;br /&gt;I'm perfectly lonely&lt;br /&gt;Yeaah...&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't belong to anyone&lt;br /&gt;And nobody belongs to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my friends around from time to time&lt;br /&gt;When the ladies let us slip away&lt;br /&gt;And when they ask me how I'm doing with mine&lt;br /&gt;This is always what I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to be&lt;br /&gt;A simple little kind of free&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;No one to be&lt;br /&gt;Is it really hard to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm perfectly lonely&lt;br /&gt;I'm perfectly lonely&lt;br /&gt;I'm perfectly lonely&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't belong to anyone&lt;br /&gt;Nobody belongs to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his is not to say&lt;br /&gt;There never comes a day&lt;br /&gt;I take my chances and start again&lt;br /&gt;And when I look behind&lt;br /&gt;On all my younger times&lt;br /&gt;I have to thank the wrongs&lt;br /&gt;That led me to a love so strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm perfectly lonely&lt;br /&gt;I'm perfectly lonely&lt;br /&gt;I'm perfectly lonely&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't belong to anyone&lt;br /&gt;And nobody belongs to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the way x3&lt;br /&gt;That I want it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yeah ok this is not a baby-themed entry. AND not one of those ramblings about weird exes or anything. I'm just very emotional with his crying guitar tonight. Such a God-sent. Will update on the week-18 checkup later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631078658686567178-3594397705152910197?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/3594397705152910197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=3594397705152910197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/3594397705152910197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/3594397705152910197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2010/04/mayer-love.html' title='Mayer love.'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-6746583745668107463</id><published>2010-04-12T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:43:08.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mengandung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uban'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gemuk'/><title type='text'>Atas-tarikh (update)</title><content type='html'>Minggu ke-18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak dua menjak (btw, menjak tu apa?) hilang selera makan. Selama sebulan ini berat badan tak bertambah pun, tang tu jugak la, 57. Lepas makan, ada la tambah sekilo gitu. Lepas uk-uk ke atau lepas tidur, turun balik. Camne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semasa mengandung kali pertama, berat berlipat ganda. dari 48 terus nak cecah 60+(malu nak tulis angka sebenar) dalam masa 12 minggu. Lepas Dilatation and curettage/D&amp;amp;C) (ya, saya pun baru tahu maksud singkatan itu), berusaha macam tak cukup umur untuk menguruskan diri berlarian di tepi pantai pagi petang dan berenang, kebetulan ada tugasan 2 bulan di pantai timur. Berjaya la kurangkan dalam 11-12 kilo. Pun begitu tak capai berat semasa kahwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengandung kali ni saya cuba tumpukan pada pemakanan sihat. Fobia jugak membelon dulu. Tapi tak la sampai berdiet. Doktor kata teruskan aje dengan supplement yang saya ada ditambah dengan supplemen yang dia beri. Sebelum mengandung memang saya dah amalkan vitamin-vitamin Usana, asid folik, minyak ikan dan susu kambing. Lepas dapat tahu positif saya cuba tambah zat untuk baby dengan makan kurma setiap hari, kalau teringat tu ada la makan kismis jugak dan seteguk air zam zam. Saya tak ambil AnMum, sebab doktor kata susu kambing tu dah cukup dah. Lagipun ramai juga kawan-kawan kata doktor mereka suruh berenti minum AnMum sebab nanti berat bertambah mendadak dan tak seimbang. Sehari makan macam biasa, cuma kalau tiba-tiba lapar tu makan biskut/cookie/turun bawah beli food kat kedai. Seingat saya sepanjang mengandung cuma sekali je makan fast food semasa teringin McD hari tu, lain semua makan makanan yang di masak. Trimester pertama membelon juga lah tapi tak lah kronik macam dulu. Lagipun saya memang spesis cepat gemuk kot, ditambah pulak asi budak dalam perut ni bawa genetik suami yang memang terlebih kalsium satu famili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risau sedikit jugak lah, bulan ke-4 ni tak naik langsung berat badan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain dari tu risau juga setiap hari ada saja uban yang tumbuh. tu baru bahagian kepala yang nampak dari depan belum selak belakang lagi. Oh! Adakah ini gejala umur 30 tahun atau ini pun dinamakan pembawakan budak? Ke syampu yang saya pakai? Saya tahu saya berkahwin dengan Lelaki yang sentiasa berfikir/mengira nombor-nombor (tak tahu lah apa yang dia kira) sepanjang masa walaupun sedang tidur, tapi walaupun dia banyak berfikir tapi dia takde pulak uban. Huh, jeles! Kiddo, kamu pun macam bapak kamu ke? Tak payah la pikir banyak-banyak ye kamu tu budak lagi. Just be a kid. Jadi nak buat apa kalau jadi camni ya? Nak dye rambut tak boleh pula takut chemical jejas si budak. Hari libur lepas saya dah mula tenyeh lidah buaya. Apa petua nak celen rambut beruban ni ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduiyai. Tu baru sikit kan? Setakat ni belum nampak lagi kesan regang/stretch mark. Oh itu pun saya takut. The Man kata dia ada stretch mark satu badan, tak kecoh pun. Hello!! Parut di badan lelaki boleh la nampak macho, tapi di badan yang tak penah berparut?? Kaki lain la kan penah eksiden. Argh stress. Memang la orang akan kata "look at it as a battle scar" lah, "biasa lah mmg dah mengandung macam tu"...akan tetapi...argh stress. Mungkin bila dah ada tu baru la terpaksa menerima seadanya. Rasanya mesti take time jugak tu untuk redha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu risau juga pasal baby finance. Pastu mesti la nak bagi kemudahan yang terbaik untuk Kiddo kan. Ramai orang kata, "tak payah pikir sangat pasal tu, serah je kat suami". Tapi semua orang buat camtu ke? Ke? Oh tapi kesian juga kalau dia kena bayar semua benda. Memang lah dia mampu tapi tak dapat elak dari fikir. Nampaknya saya pun dah berjangkit dari suami, tgh tidur pun berfikir lagi. Agaknye tu la yang buat uban kot??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salah satu artikel tentang pregnancy yang saya baca ada sebut,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Just remember to take everything in stride. You will be able to figure out how to make it work. Parents have been doing it since the dawn of time."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, but parents have also been WORRIED since the dawn of time. no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesti korang yang lelaki hairan apesal la orang perempuan ni obses dengan berat/rambut/baju dan sebagainya kan. Nasihat saya, jangan bising-bising (jangan over bising pun ye jugak *hint*hint*..hehehe). Kalau bini cantik korang jugak yang bangga, kan? Kalau diminta beri komen tu, jawab lah seikhlas mungkin, tapi jangan &lt;i&gt;over&lt;/i&gt; ikhlas. Nak amik jalan selamat pun agak-agaklah, make sure yang jawapan tu ada la nampak korang put it a few seconds of thought into it, ok. Kalau ye pun bini dah rupa macam beached whale jangan la betul-betul cakap kat dia dah gemuk macam beached whale. Kesian dia.Ingat senang ke pagi-pagi tengok diri sendiri dekat cermin? Siapa la yang mintak nak jadi gemuk camtu kan? Takde siapa ok. &amp;nbsp;Bagi je credit card korang kat dia dan suruh pegi slimming centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh tak, mana ada saya emo. biasa laaaaa tiba2 hit the keypad tgk-tgk dah jadi banyak perenggan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabu 14/4 ni pergi check-up lagi. Mana tahu nampak anu. Takpe, tak nak tunjuk pun tak apa juga. Nanti-nanti kita jumpa juga kan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. note to self - perlu mengambil gambar minggu ke-18. Kelihatan macam pregnant dwi-dimensi (perut semakin ke depan, pungkok semakin terkebelakang. *sigh*). Redha aje lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631078658686567178-6746583745668107463?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/6746583745668107463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=6746583745668107463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/6746583745668107463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/6746583745668107463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2010/04/atas-tarikh-update.html' title='Atas-tarikh (update)'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-3518228677098989321</id><published>2010-03-23T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T04:03:47.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Ada seorang manusia dalam perut ini.</title><content type='html'>Here's Kiddo at 14 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/S6idTKAeObI/AAAAAAAABP0/rKK-KL0Ytsg/s1600-h/kiddo+14+weeks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/S6idTKAeObI/AAAAAAAABP0/rKK-KL0Ytsg/s640/kiddo+14+weeks.jpg" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang mengujakan bila melihat Kiddo dah ada ciri-ciri fizikal yang jelas. Tulang belakang, kepala, otak, tangan, kaki. WOW. Dan denyutan jantung yang sungguh kuat dan jelas (macam Sang Bapak - yang saya suka dengar sebelum tidur).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada seorang manusia dalam perut ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manusia. hihi. oh. Comel dan menakutkan dalam satu ayat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scan kiri kanan atas bawah. Bila scan dari depan, sambil merengkot tu Kiddo sempat wave hello then usik-usik muka. Oh, magis!!! Tgk macam kesian sebab rumah dia kecik je. Mungkin budak ini besar ikut Sang Bapak, tapi terpaksa membesar dalam perut Omak yang pendek dan kecik ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jate ko tino? Aaa itu belum tahu lagi. Saya rasa sebenarnya doktor House itu sudah ada firasat, tapi ikut stail dia lah..selagi tak nampak jelas selagi itu tak buat spekulasi. Kalau nak ikutkan tak best juga kan, takde spekulasi. Itu la yang membuatkan bakal-bakal ibu macam saya teruja, &lt;i&gt;hyped&lt;/i&gt;. Hakikatnya kami bersyukur tak kisah lah anak lelaki ke perempuan, asalkan sihat dan sempurna sifat. Tapi ye la kan, saja nak seronok2. Ada kawan-kawan kata tgk macam girl sebab saya dah gemuk (sangat!!), yang lain kata macam boy sebab perut lonjong lah, lagi (yang kureng asam sikit) ada satu pakciken kat opis kata girl sebab muka saya tak berseri. Huh! Agak bengang ketika itu tetapi ibu cool seperti saya memang takkan tunjuk depan-depan la kan. Cuma terrrr menangis dalam toilet. Hhaha emosi jugak masa tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin Kiddo sedang training nak jadi shuffler atau sedang buat breakdance. Doc House itu kata dia sedang buat &lt;i&gt;head stand&lt;/i&gt;. Atau sedang training nanti nak berlaga kepala dengan Sang Bapak? Adoiyai pening membayangkan keadaan itu. Omak kena la jadi referee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the takeaway yang penting selepas jumpa Doc House tempohari ialah: Nature &amp;amp; Nurture. Sebab saya tanya Doc, apa vitamin atau suplemen mengandung yang dia nak bagi saya, dia buat muka. Saya cakap la kawan-kawan pregnant yang lain semua dapat Obimin lah, Neurogain lah..saya tak dapat ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia angkat kening dan kata, "they make money feeding on your anxiety".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh Sang Bapak pun suka la. Gelak pulak. Dia kan suka orang yang straightforward dan pandai2 ni. Siap kata mak bapak, datuk nenek kita dulu makan pelam je, pandai pun kita ni kan? Macam dah geng pulak dorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan apa, ye la sebagai ibu kita nak la bagi yang terbaik kan. Apa orang kata, headstart. Semua nak anak pandai. 20 tahun lagi kalau setakat satu degree, jadi tukang paip je. Dulu ex-presiden petronas dah pernah kata, nak jadi technician/clerk petronas pun kena ada sekurang-kurangnya satu degree. SPM mungkin dah tak wujud dah kot. Budak-budak terus periksa utk dapatkan diploma. isk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu Doc kata, yang penting dengan anak-anak ni, ialah Nature dan Nurture. Kalau you cakap dengan dia macam monyet, jadilah dia monyet..blablabla..memang kena jaga pemakanan but dont overdo it..blablabla..focus on the development and environment..blablabla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which strikes some sense. Kalau nature/surroundings tak membina, walau bagus macam mana pun otak anak tu, takkan berkembang. Kalau cara nurture salah, memang jadi penjahat/ pemalas. Belum masuk pengaruh rakan sebaya lagi, internet, uish takut memikirkan cabaran anak-anak kita in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So in the end Doc bagi multivitamin yang memang untuk orang mengandung. Not Obimin though, but Pramilet. Bila tanya kat Encik Google rupanya lebih kurang je Obimin dan Pramilet. Some forums say dia mahal sikit dari Obimin. Bila tanya Encik Google lagi, saya jumpa &lt;a href="http://pharmalogik.blogspot.com/2007/12/comparing-vitamins-in-pregnancy.html"&gt;perbandingan vitamin&lt;/a&gt; ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/S6idvtPdW0I/AAAAAAAABP8/w4_L_SZBIuw/s1600-h/pramilet.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/S6idvtPdW0I/AAAAAAAABP8/w4_L_SZBIuw/s320/pramilet.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok lah. Mak saya kata ikut je cakap doktor. Pada saya, ya, ikut cakap doktor, tapi kita kena cari informasi jugak kat tempat lain. Pastu check balik ngan doktor. Dalam pada tu saya amalkan jugak makan benda-benda lain macam kurma, jus tok guru (dalam tu kata ada habbatus sawda, madu, kismis, blablabla etc), susu kambing, pil minyak ikan, tempe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain tu tengok-tengok jugak apa chinese/indian/jew punya amalan/makanan masa mengandung. Depa kan (secara generalnya) pandai. Mana yang elok (dan halal) mungkin la boleh tiru. Teringin nak try bird's nest...tapi tak tau macam mana nak masak. Nak bezakan kualiti bird's nest pun tak tau camne. Ada pulak orang cakap jangan selamba-selamba makan bird's nest, takut tak asli, banyak processed chemicals. Ada yang kata kalau makan, nanti over sensitive pulak kulit budak tu. Mungkin kena makan seminggu sekali aje kot. Ada antara korang yang pernah try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever pun saya percaya pada konsep Wasatiah. Too much of a good thing is not a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok dah byk membebel. Nanti bila2 saya upload video Kiddo wave hello to Bapak &amp;amp; Omak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631078658686567178-3518228677098989321?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/3518228677098989321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=3518228677098989321&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/3518228677098989321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/3518228677098989321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2010/03/ada-seorang-manusia-dalam-perut-ini.html' title='Ada seorang manusia dalam perut ini.'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/S6idTKAeObI/AAAAAAAABP0/rKK-KL0Ytsg/s72-c/kiddo+14+weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-583390670494505216</id><published>2010-03-12T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:42:23.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new journey begins</title><content type='html'>Wow, March now. Mid March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How time flies by, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at last year, last i blogged about my life, I was struggling with all-day nausea, terrible hair loss, fatigue. Thanks for the microprolactinoma prescription drugs I've been taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back again, I was struggling with my self-induced worry/stress about my biological clock. I remember buying home pregnancy test in multi-packets, testing if i were pregnant month after month. Of course only to get even more upset when the tests turned out negative. I remember trying almost every petua on what to eat, what to do, what Not to do. To the point that i think it annoyed the Man. And of course, I was sort of annoyed as well when he always answers back with, "no worries!" when i showed him the negative results. While i know that he's in no rush to have children and doesn't want me to be pressured into pregnancy, it seems to me at that time as if my concerns were not adressed. haha. Well yeah, i'm the emotional one la I admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it took a tumor in the head to let it all go. Well not saying that I gave up trying for a baby, it's just that there's something else to, erm, blame. And nothing beats a tumor, eh? Nobody would talk back regarding tumors, not even me. I mean, what do you say to the answer of "kenapa belum ada baby, tgh planning ke?" question: "tak lah..ada tumor dalam kepala". hahaha of course terdiam kan? Hebat sungguh Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Hubster came back for good. And so the friction/gaduh-gaduh period came and went, life went on as usual. Usual for me meant the above nausea and fatigue and hairloss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a week late in January, when i saw one last piece of the home pregnany test i bought months before. Husband was out running. Contemplated for a few seconds and i said to myself, "What the heck, just finish it off. It's goind to show -ve anyway." And it did. It showed only one line. And you know what? I wasn't even disappointed. Because i have let it go. So i dismissed it, thinking it's one of the effects of the drugs I was taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came another week, which got me worried. I'm not a fan of pimples, which had started to sprout across the forehead. I wanted to blame the drugs again, but I just had to make sure. Who would want to live the rest of the year with pimples? Not me. Dont like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a visit to the 'favourite' gynae, I had. He asked, do you think or feel pregnant? Is your husband around? Is he back for good? To the risk of being lectured I told him I did a home test, which was negative. &amp;nbsp;Told him although I could be pregnant under normal circumstances, but maybe the drugs hindered the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, he gave me that 'look' for sure. As if I'm the expert, that look says. He had me on a blood test..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the drugs fooled the home test kit with the levels of HcG. Or maybe the kit expired or damaged, lama sgt dalam fridge. The doc phoned me from his office to tell me ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"there's a likely possibility that you are indeed pregnant".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the escalator baru balik lunch, he told me to come in later that week for a scan. It took me a while to digest it, sebab kind of tak ingat pun that I was supposed to know the blood test's results that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the elevator the good doc's voice played over and over. Adakah aku patut rasa excited? &lt;i&gt;A likely possibility&lt;/i&gt;? Tapi lama-lama macam tersenyum sorang-sorang pulak. Sampai office, went to the husband and told him ala-ala casual la, Hey so the doc said i might be pregnant. Tapi tak tahan senyum-senyum jugak la sikit. And the Husband's response?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK. Dont get too excited now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know, sounds cold eh. Agak terasa dampen gak la time tu. Huh! But he's just looking out for me, he knows I cant handle this thing called &lt;i&gt;hope&lt;/i&gt;. Either that, or he himself is still traumatised by our loss last year. Well I do think he secretly smiles to himself tapi tak tunjuk kat orang. *love you baby*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....that's a few months ago. That explains the writing hiatus eh? I wanted to only share the first few intimate months with the husband. Mebbe it's the cautiousness in us. Tak nak excited sgt dulu takut tak jadi...&lt;i&gt;lagi&lt;/i&gt;. Orang tua-tua kata takyah hebah kalau awal-awal. OK, ikut je. But I still avoid the middle cubicle in the office toilet sampai sekarang sebab situ la tumpah darah masa miscarriage dulu. Seriau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now into the 2nd trimester. Alhamdulillah no extreme expulsion to things, well, only tuna &amp;amp; oranges, but so far food/makan-wise ok lah. Back pains..check, fatigue/muntah/pening/nausea..check, mood swings...erm, maaaaaybe laaahhh (The Husband knows). Hihihi. Cravings...erm..so far takde yang pelik-pelik nak daging harimau or petai gunung or whatever la alhamdulillah. I guess I'm one of those who'll get HUMUNGOUS during pregnancy, because i've started showing into the 3rd month! *shudder*. Now boleh la nak sambung blogging/ranting about pregnancy, baby, and whatever. I'll put up pics of the scans later. Oh, and i will need to prepare lists of stuff to prepare for the kid. Haha. Rasa kelakar referring to the baby The Kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesimpulannya, Allah tahu apa, siapa, bila, di mana yang terbaik untuk kita. I believe that. And I believe that this child growing inside is the best for it's mummy and daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Kiddo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/S5sXJwp-R3I/AAAAAAAABPg/Tf9Wm8B8IsU/s1600-h/m_P1030945.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/S5sXJwp-R3I/AAAAAAAABPg/Tf9Wm8B8IsU/s320/m_P1030945.jpg" /&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/8631078658686567178-583390670494505216?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/583390670494505216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=583390670494505216&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/583390670494505216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/583390670494505216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-journey-begins.html' title='a new journey begins'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/S5sXJwp-R3I/AAAAAAAABPg/Tf9Wm8B8IsU/s72-c/m_P1030945.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-3553513145889933418</id><published>2010-01-20T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T05:37:55.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya Nak (Abah &amp; Mak saya) Cuti!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/S1cHJFrab_I/AAAAAAAABN4/J1licVA2ZgM/s1600-h/Angkor-Wat-sunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/S1cHJFrab_I/AAAAAAAABN4/J1licVA2ZgM/s320/Angkor-Wat-sunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Entry ini adalah sempena pertandingan Saya Nak Cuti oleh MAS. Ramai kawan-kawan dulu kata saya patut hantar tulisan ke majalah/akhbar tapi saya ni super pemalas kalau sesuatu tu dah jadi 'kerja'. Tapi ni saya nak hantar sebab boleh menang &lt;a href="http://mastraveller.com/SayaNakCuti/Default/"&gt;sesuatu &lt;/a&gt;untuk abah dan mak saya. Especially abah saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Entry asal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya nominate Abah &amp;amp; Mak saya untuk bercuti ke Phnom Penh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah saya membesar di kampung yang boleh kita kata agak 'hulu' kat Negeri Sembilan. Sekarang tidaklah hulu lagi, dah ada macam-macam highway berdekatan. Pergi sekolah kena bangun pukul 4 pagi dan jalan 2-3 jam meredah hutan. Nasib baik abah dikira cerdik kat sekolah tu, Cikgu Besar (orang dulu panggil Cikgu Besar, sekarang je panggil pengetua) dia berusaha tolong dia lanjutkan pelajaran ke STAR dan kemudian tolong naikkan nama budak kampung sorang ni pergi ke MCKK. MCKK dulu sekolah untuk anak-anak raja, golongan bangsawan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua budak-budak lain dihantar parents naik kereta (tau-tau aje lah dulu siapa ada kereta kira kaya gila lah), abah saya datang seorang diri dari kampung lepas 2 hari hitch-hike lori sayur dan lori balak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Membesar kat kampung ni tau-tau aje lah kan, sangat mencabar. Saya rasa sampai sekarang walaupun dah boleh tahan lah alhamdulillah hidup senang, kalau campak abah saya kat tengah-tengah hutan Amazon pun dia boleh survive. Abah seorang yang adventurous. Tapi sepanjang saya membesar, (sekarang saya sudah 30 tahun), saya tak pernah tengok dia buat sesuatu yang adventurous sebab dia sole breadwinner, anak-anak 5 orang (yang kuat melantak). Jadi kena fikir dalam-dalam&amp;nbsp; pasal risiko. Saya tahu dalam hati dia sangat-sangat suka pergi menjelajah horizon baru, sebab mak selalu cerita semasa dia orang sambung Masters kat Amerika, abah sangat cermat simpan duit dengan kerja sambilan jadi tukang susun kotak di pasaraya supaya mereka boleh berjalan lihat negara orang (dalam masa tu beri lebih dari separuh duit biasiswa pada nenek untuk sekolahkan 10 orang adik). Masa tu abah kata kat mak saya, nanti takut lepas ni tak berpeluang lagi nak jadi adventurous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya kami membesar dengan tanggapan abah seorang yang kedekut sebab kitorang jarang dapat mainan macam kawan-kawan kat sekolah, sebab tu untuk hiburan kitorang selalu kerjakan pokok kelapa belakang rumah, anyam pelepah kat pokok tu jadikan khemah konon-konon (hehe sekarang baru tahu susahnya nak dapat dan simpan duit). Tapi abah selalu kata kalau pasal ilmu dia takkan kedekut punya. Kami adik beradik suka baca buku pun sebab dia lah. Buku komik pun dia belikan asalkan buku. Dari saya kecil abah suka kumpul buku-buku tentang tempat-tempat eksotik merata dunia. Dia paling suka Egypt sebenarnya, sebab banyak betul buku pasal Egypt yang dia kumpul, especially pasal Tutankhamen (tapi sayang pertandingan ni tak bagi hadiah pergi Egypt jadi Phnom Penh pun macam best). Jadi dari situ saya dapat rumuskan abah saya ni suka tempat yang tinggi nilai sejarah &amp;amp; budaya, cantik &amp;amp; penuh misteri. Sekarang sudah pencen pun abah suka tengok Travel &amp;amp; Living kat Astro tu. Saya tahu dalam hati mesti dia berangan, bestnya kalau mampu pergi tempat-tempat best tu. Jadi Phnom Penh sangat sesuai. Angkor, Mekong...semua tempat tu indah, penuh misteri, penuh budaya, penuh bersejarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Iklan: Kalau saya anak lelaki sudah pasti saya akan pilih kerjaya pilot. Pilot boleh bawa mak bapak pergi serata dunia. Eh tapi perempuan pun boleh kan? Lupakan saja sebab saya ni tak cukup tinggi malah rabun pulak tu. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak saya pulak, dari muda sampai tua, dengan abah saya. Maknanya kalau abah saya tak jalan, lagi lah dia tak pernah berjalan. Abah kalau pergi outstation bekerja pula jenis tak mau salahguna duit syarikat bawak famili. Memang pekerja jujur. Mak naik kapal terbang pun 2 kali seumur hidupnya: masa pergi dan balik Amerika. Adalah lebih tiga dekad yang lepas! Itu pun pakai duit biasiswa abah. Jadi mak saya pun deserve untuk rasa pengalaman ini. Oh, saya rasa mak saya akan hilang kompas masa kalau pergi ke Russian Market. Abah pula sure akan beli benda2 pelik.Tak pun beli pokok nak tanam kat rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya mahu abah live his adventurous dreams. Abah walaupun dah nak dekat 65 tahun tapi masih sangat sihat. Abah dan mak tiap-tiap hari jogging tak kurang 5-10km setiap hari. Lepas tu sepanjang hari tak tidur, sibuk berkebun pula lepas tu. Kami adik beradik semua dah besar-besar, semua dah nak kahwin pula tu. Jadi tak payah lagi risau tentang kami. Pergilah mengembara, mak, abah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi bagi lah abah dan mak saya peluang ini. Peluang mengembara bersama (comelnya kalau lihat 2 warga emas excited tengok negara orang!!) dan discover benda-benda baru yang tak pernah diorang lihat sepanjang setengah abad hidup. Peluang untuk dating ala-ala jaman dolu-dolu. Peluang untuk bercerita kepada cucu-cucu tentang pengembaraan yang hebat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya Nak (Abah &amp;amp; Mak saya) Cuti!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ni version yang di submit. kena pancung sebab terlebih 350 perkataan sudah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya nominate Abah &amp;amp; Mak saya untuk bercuti ke Phnom Penh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah saya membesar di kampung yang boleh kita kata agak 'hulu' kat Negeri Sembilan. Pergi sekolah terpaksa bangun pukul 4 pagi dan jalan 2-3 jam meredah hutan. Nasib baik abah dikira cerdik kat sekolah tu, Cikgu Besar dia tolong dia lanjutkan pelajaran ke STAR daan kemudian ke MCKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budak-budak MCKK lain dihantar parents naik kereta, abah saya datang seorang diri dari kampung, 2 hari hitch-hike lori sayur dan lori balak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya rasa kalau campak abah tengah-tengah Amazon pun dia boleh survive. Abah adventurous. Tapi sepanjang saya membesar,&amp;nbsp; saya tak pernah tengok dia buat sesuatu yang adventurous. Abah sole breadwinner, anak-anak 5 orang . Mak selalu cerita semasa dia orang sambung Masters kat Amerika, abah sangat cermat simpan duit jadi tukang susun kotak di pasaraya supaya mereka boleh berjalan (dalam-masa-tu-beri-lebih-dari-separuh-duit-biasiswa-pada-nenek-untuk-sekolahkan-10-orang adik). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami membesar dengan tanggapan abah seorang yang kedekut sebab kitorang jarang dapat mainan macam kawan-kawan sekolah. Tapi abah selalu kata kalau pasal ilmu dia takkan kedekut. Adik-beradik suka baca buku pun sebab dialah. Dari saya kecil abah suka kumpul buku-buku tentang tempat-tempat eksotik sedunia. Dia paling suka Egypt, banyak betul buku pasal Egypt, especially pasal Tutankhamen. Dari situ saya rumuskan abah saya suka tempat yang tinggi nilai sejarah &amp;amp; budaya, cantik &amp;amp; penuh misteri. Jadi Phnom Penh sangat sesuai. Angkor, Mekong, indah, misteri, penuh budaya, penuh bersejarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak saya pulak, dari dulu, dengan abah saya. Mak naik kapal terbang pun 2 kali seumur hidupnya: masa pergi dan balik Amerika. Itu pun pakai duit biasiswa abah. Jadi mak saya pun deserve untuk rasa pengalaman ini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya mahu abah live his adventurous dreams. Kami adik beradik semua dah besar-besar, semua dah nak kahwin pula tu. Jadi tak payah lagi risau tentang kami. Pergilah mengembara, mak, abah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi bagi lah abah dan mak saya peluang ini. Peluang mengembara bersama (comelnya kalau lihat 2 warga emas excited tengok negara orang!!) dan discover benda-benda baru yang tak pernah diorang lihat sepanjang setengah abad hidup. Peluang untuk dating ala-ala jaman dolu-dolu. Peluang untuk bercerita kepada cucu-cucu tentang pengembaraan yang hebat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya Nak (Abah &amp;amp; Mak saya) Cuti!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631078658686567178-3553513145889933418?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/3553513145889933418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=3553513145889933418&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/3553513145889933418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/3553513145889933418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2010/01/saya-nak-abah-mak-saya-cuti.html' title='Saya Nak (Abah &amp; Mak saya) Cuti!'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/S1cHJFrab_I/AAAAAAAABN4/J1licVA2ZgM/s72-c/Angkor-Wat-sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-8439780068424910269</id><published>2010-01-12T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T06:05:01.448-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bromocriptine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prolactin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>note: living on drugs - 1st month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/S0x-LC1go8I/AAAAAAAABNY/dV_BP6OjJBo/s1600-h/K_P1030087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/S0x-LC1go8I/AAAAAAAABNY/dV_BP6OjJBo/s320/K_P1030087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updating my bromocriptine experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost a month of twice daily pill-popping now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First few days I struggled with nausea, dizziness, fatigue. Then the body gradually got accustomed to the drug, so it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other side effects of the intake so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hair loss everywhere. On pillow, toilet, keyboard, lantai. Shedding hair as i type now. Have changed since to Himalaya's non-chemical shampoo, because psychologically I feel that i don't need further chemical exposure (maybe it has no relation at all). Haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nausea still there but improved resistance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Messed up menses cycle, previously it was like a Swiss clock. Am late for a week now. And no, i'm not pregnant. Checked that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Headache when i'm hungry. But that i think is a common effect, probably not associated to bromo at all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Terrible headache if i missed one pill.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Other than these, I think i lead a fairly normal life. Should be worrying about the absent red flag?   Husband got me jogging now. Not as many rounds or as fast as he's running but only a couple then i'll continue with yoga for an hour. I think that helped a lot in my usually restless sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the hospital's apothecary for another dose of the drug, then another month to the first blood checkup. Hopefully there's improvement in the prolactin level. And hopefully nothing else found. Ameen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631078658686567178-8439780068424910269?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8439780068424910269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=8439780068424910269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/8439780068424910269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/8439780068424910269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2010/01/note-living-on-drugs-1st-month.html' title='note: living on drugs - 1st month'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/S0x-LC1go8I/AAAAAAAABNY/dV_BP6OjJBo/s72-c/K_P1030087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-6315299538358828935</id><published>2010-01-11T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T05:18:08.374-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juara lagu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AJL 24'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hujan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aizat'/><title type='text'>Merempit di AJL 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/S0skk6pOo2I/AAAAAAAABNQ/1AYitXnbGgE/s1600-h/DSC01353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Half way on the road, saya berpaling pada sang husband - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yang, i tak bawak camera"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho. Kelat muka suamiku yang putih-putih dodol (bak kata hasfiza TV3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agak menyesal juga tak bawa camera. Ye lah, LX3 tu kalau low light condition mmg hebat. Walaupun tak boleh pasang lensa telefoto, kira boleh tahan la untuk sebuah kamera tunjuk-dan-tembak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas tumpang Maghrib di rumah abang, kami bergerak ke Bukit Jalil. Suami menaruh harapan yang tinggi kepada band kesayangannya, Hujan. Pendapat saya Hujan memang bagus tapi tahun ini nampak kebangkitan penyanyi-penulis lagu macam Aizat dan Yuna, dan ini harus di iktiraf. Tahun-tahun dahulu Estranged &amp;amp; MUH dah menang, jadi bersedialah untuk kecewa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marah pulak dia bila kita kata band dia akan kalah. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah pusing stadium mencari parking, kami decide untuk parking dekat kondominium komanwel tu, senang nanti nak keluar. Baik jalan kaki jauh, dari statik dalam kereta tunggu nak keluar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perut berkeroncong. Nasib baik tiket yang bakal adik ipar bagi tu strategik, dekat dengan pentas dan kafeteria. Dan nasib baik bawa hobo bag yang besar, boleh cilok makanan &amp;amp; minuman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengok sekeliling, fuh, tertanya-tanya kenapa masing-masing pakat dress up macam artis? Mekap tebal sekilometer. Baju lip lap. Heels 3 inci paling kurang. Pemurah cleavage pula tu. Macam nak pegi clubbing. Tapi duduk di kalangan marhaen macam kitorang? Pegi lah duduk kat area artis/VIP nun. Aku ini terlalu under-dressed kah? Ke dorang tu artis tapi aku yang tak kenal (tak rasa patut kenal pun. ntah ntah artis Mangga je). Husband is clearly enjoying himself, banyak bahan untuk mengutuk. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budak-budak seat depan bawak banner Aliya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depan kanan, banner Akim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belakang, banner Tomok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, we are so...OLD. And detached?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/S0skk6pOo2I/AAAAAAAABNQ/1AYitXnbGgE/s1600-h/DSC01353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/S0skk6pOo2I/AAAAAAAABNQ/1AYitXnbGgE/s320/DSC01353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening was done by Siti and Lan of the former MUH glory. Siti nampak macam mencuba sedaya upaya nak match suara Lan. Kesian pun ada. Baju-wise......cukup lah aku rasa aku komen baju-baju dia sebelum ini. Membuatkan aku semakin confuse dengan apakejadahlah taste dia ni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok peminat siti jangan marah la ye. Saya pernah cuba memahami, tapi memang tak paham macam mana duit segudang itu equal baju sebegitu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok moving on. Gandingan Ally, FBI dan Cheryl nampak serasi. Saya rasa Ally cuba nak promote 'look' baru dia, tanpa kacamata. Mungkin dah pegi jumpa Dr. Muhaya kot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak ingat sangat turutan persembahan. Ni komen saya untuk mana yang teringat lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estranged&lt;/b&gt; - opening act yang menjadi. Mereka memang boleh deliver live performance. Saya suka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Bunkface&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; - berjaya sedikit sebanyak membuktikan kebolehan persembahan live (sebelum ni ramai orang kata kalau live, memang 'koyak'). Penyanyi dari Idola Kecil (yang saya dan suami sangat-sangat against) tu pun ada. Tak ingat nama. Tapi terhibur juga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misha Omar - cantik baju. Vokal best macam dalam CD. Tapi tak ada kelainan sangat. Lagi satu, tak paham apesal ada prop pelik last-last tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Aliya&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; - saya mengaku malam semalam saya baru tahu kewujudannya. Mula-mula skeptikal, sebab dorang kata artis mi segera jugak. Tapi sangat konfiden atas pentas. Boleh menyanyi. Baju juga cantik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Tomok &amp;amp; Akim&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; - not a fan. Nampaknya Tomok masih mengkayakan pengeluar-pengeluar Brylcream. Background pakai lakonan ala-ala bercinta? Aiyah. Very the kiddies one. Akim pulak macam tak kena tempat ngan props macam ulat beluncas. And background bertemakan KL dalam huru-hara? Especially KLCC terbakar. Kompem Datuk Rais tak bagi menang, lagi lah dalam keadaan sekarang ni kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan udah-udah la tu terpengaruh gaya Adam Lambert. So..yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Black&lt;/b&gt; - oh budak Mentor ke. Tak kenal. Tapi vokal tinggi. Muka kurang konfiden tapi berjaya execute persembahan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; HUJAN&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; oh Hujan - Seperti yang saya kata tadi, suami meberikan harapan yang tinggi. Bila kuar setup brass band, excited betul suami. Dah tu Noh and the rest dressing ala2 blues band. Ini macam best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayangnya bila contestant lain melangkah sepuluh tapak, Hujan cuma 3-4 tapak je. Come on lah, dissapointing la beb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/S0skfBuPw4I/AAAAAAAABNI/68eCEqDMOGo/s1600-h/DSC01352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/S0skfBuPw4I/AAAAAAAABNI/68eCEqDMOGo/s320/DSC01352.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Faizal Tahir&lt;/b&gt; - fine, kamu nak nyanyi juga walaupun sakit. Respek di situ. Saya tahu kamu penyanyi hebat. Tetapi bolehkah implemen ide lain? Ke-micheal-jackson-an tu over sangat lah bang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Aizat&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; - Memang boleh pergi jauh. Selepas kekecewaan tahun lepas, Aizat memang patut menang. Cuma mungkin kurang sesuai memanipulasi gambar-gambar politikus dan memancing simpati juri dengan tunjuk gambar Yasmin. Konsep 1 Malaysia tu bagus tapi...macam tak fair kepada lagu lain pula. Lagu yang lagi satu guna resipi kejayaan Siti dan Mawi yang lepas-lepas iaitu pakai budak budak. Agak tipikal tapi persembahan yang menyeronokkan. (Sampai sekarang takde sapa ke tahu camne Aizat boleh kurus camtu?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Yuna&lt;/b&gt; oh Yuna oh Yuna - selepas kecewa dengan Hujan, suami beralih sokong kepada perempuan ini. Setup sangat menarik, menggunakan brass band juga. Pertama kali tengok Yuna pakai solekan tebal. Juga menyanyi senyum-senyum. Execution dan arrangement yang perfecto. Deserve untuk menang, pada pandangan saya lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things that went well:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orkestra yang dipimpin Ramli MS. Very well. Tiada nota yang sumbang. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fillers session oleh Nabil Raja Lawak, Shahira and Ramli (tak kenal). Agak laser Nabil itu. hahaha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Host pairing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lighting dan krew produksi yang effisien.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Interlude session. Jeffrydin, Jay Jay and Search mmg rocks. (MUH boleh improve)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things that can be improved:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Juri - Datuk Farid TIDAK sepatutnya jadi juri. Conflict of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Walaupun sebagai penyanyi yang sangat berpengalaman, Siti juga tidak sepatutnya jadi juri, sebab ada contestant yang akan buat konsert dengannya (FT dan Aizat). Conflict of interest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had umur penari/props - Cukup-cukup lah tu menggunakan budak sekolah. Tak pun saya cadangkan AJL 25 tahun depan, buat syarat suruh SEMUA contestant pakai budak sekolah dalam persembahannya. Baru adil. Nak power lagi pakai baby umur sebulan dua. hehe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fillers untuk sponsor - kenapa interview Maria Tunku Sabri? dan semua personaliti TV3? dorang penyanyi ke?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Interlude session - band zaman 90-an takde? masa tu kan zaman Rap/R&amp;amp;B. Mana pegi acapella, KRU, Too Phat?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall sebuah produksi yang bagus. Saya dan suami sangat enjoy jadi rempit sekali sekala. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suami berpendapat terlalu ramai sangat graduate dari siri realiti. Macam kalau tak masuk siri realiti, tak boleh jadi penyanyi. Yang boleh nyanyi. Yang berjaya. Sad, but it is true. Lepas ini berebutlah orang nak masuk AF, Mentor dan sebagainya. Nasib baik self-made singers macam Yuna dapatlah jugak recognition. Harap-harap ramai yang mencontohi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631078658686567178-6315299538358828935?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/6315299538358828935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=6315299538358828935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/6315299538358828935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/6315299538358828935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2010/01/merempit-di-ajl-24.html' title='Merempit di AJL 24'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/S0skk6pOo2I/AAAAAAAABNQ/1AYitXnbGgE/s72-c/DSC01353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-5558080519915985985</id><published>2009-12-23T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:00:03.660-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renovation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rumah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='budget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kota tinggi'/><title type='text'>ke alam nyata</title><content type='html'>Hari ini Sang Husband pulang. ETA 1820. yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami sama-sama ambil cuti sepanjang minggu depan sampai tahun baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak, kami tak ke mana-mana &lt;i&gt;(ye, saya dengar that suara kecil di belakang otak anda bertanya,'ha nak pegi mana la tu??' .hehe)&lt;/i&gt;. Sepatutnya ada juga nak pergi ke mana-mana. Rasanya macam lama tak bercuti. Sekali suami ada assessment awal Januari, tak jadi lah pergi. Elok juga lah, boleh lah kami kembali ke alam nyata. Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami akan duduk di rumah, cuba untuk figure out apa nak buat dengan rumah tu. Setakat ini sudah 8 kontraktor/pereka yang sudah diatur untuk temujanji. Saya kata dekat suami, nak cari orang untuk buat rumah ini macam cari pasangan. Nak dapat yang betul-betul ngam ngam soi macam jarum dalam jerami lah kan, jadi kena cari yang balance between our wants and our needs. Jadi harap-harap ada lah orangnya yang boleh beri kami keseimbangan yang dicari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SzMRLXCYdTI/AAAAAAAABMo/U0QEwZmoCo8/s1600-h/deko+dekojfa1850l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SzMRLXCYdTI/AAAAAAAABMo/U0QEwZmoCo8/s320/deko+dekojfa1850l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design-wise, kalau boleh saya tak mahu rumah kami itu terlalu stiff mengikut satu-satu konsep. Minimalist? Modern Classic? Mid-century Modern? Zen? Beach house? Mediterranean? Nusantara? Bohemian? &lt;strike&gt;English?&lt;/strike&gt;. Ini masalah sikit, sebab saya suka semuanya. A little bit of here and there. Saya tak rasa kami boleh duduk dalam satu rumah yang semuanya konsep itu saja. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesimpulannya saya nak konsep kediaman kami - Alfian &amp;amp; Zaza. (pening la kepala designer nak layan kitorang ni..heheh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SzMRToVlEyI/AAAAAAAABMw/7PDrns1yNGM/s1600-h/dekodekojfa1631l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SzMRToVlEyI/AAAAAAAABMw/7PDrns1yNGM/s320/dekodekojfa1631l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu lepas, dah beli utiliti memasak. Oh excited nye saya. Hob, hood, oven. Mummy saya dan MIL tak ada pun hood yang canggih ala-ala touchscreen (MIL ada hood, tapi switch biasa aje), hob dengan cast iron &amp;amp; safety feature bagai. Oven mereka rasanya yang simple sahaja, tak ada la sampai 7, 8, 9 function. Tapi masakan tebabow juga. Ok, mungkin satu rumah boleh bau lah. Janji sedap, lemak berkrim disukai ramai.Yang pentingnya ialah meluangkan masa untuk memasak. Sama macam fotografi, bukan kamera nya yang penting, tapi jurugambarnya. So it's not the super canggih dapur, it's the cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Mmm, but i must admit ada camera canggih dan dapur yang shiny shiny memBARAkan semangat. Hehehe. Thank you sang husband, for both!*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya idaman saya ialah untuk ada sebuah dapur kayu. Wah. Bagi saya itu adalah simbol luxury. Ye lah, nak ada dapur macam tu kena ada kawasan terbuka yang luas. Nak bagi moden letak la hood kan, kasi sedut itu asap. Bayangkan masak &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;rendang, ayam atau&amp;nbsp; masak lemak cili api, kari pelanduk, sambal tempoyak daun kayu&lt;/span&gt; dengan ada perisa-perisa arang tu sikit. Wah. Semasa abah jadi kepala kat estet getah dahulu, dia buatkan mummy saya sebuah dapur kayu di luar. Ye lah, rumah estet peninggalan penjajah. Dapur mesti luas gila, siap bilik untuk maid dan butler sampai 3-4. Pastu kawasan rumah tersangat luas. Memang masa itu seronok gila kalau buat kenduri kendara. Mummy pun keluarlah segala resipi tradisionalnya sebab ada dapur kayu itu. Tambahan pulak abah masa itu rajin betul pegi memburu &lt;i&gt;(hey nanti lesen memburu tu siapa inherit ha? aku nak, boleh?)&lt;/i&gt;. Landak lah, rusa lah, pelanduk, napuh. Oh hebatnya. Cuma yang tak bestnya bilik saya dan bilik adik ada hantu. I mean, makhluk halus. Tahan aje la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tengah buat checklist dan buku kira-kira budget untuk renovasi la ni. Heh, konon nak tunjuk kat suami yang saya study sedikit sebanyak. Tapi last-last sure dia dapat detect apa yang saya belum list kan lagi. Huh. Ye la, baguslah kalau dia dapat jumpa loophole kan. Tapi kadang-kadang tu nak juga rasa macam terer. Last-last mesti adaaa je benda yang saya tertinggal. Pastu nampak macam saya ni lau-ya gila, benda simple macam tu pun tak terfikir. hmmph! Tak suka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benda pertama yang kena buat ialah minimize clutter. Sebahagian nya saya dah buat, penuh satu kereta dengan baju lama. Siapa-siapa yang ada baju/barang lama yang masih elok, boleh lah pergi ke &lt;a href="http://dppwp.wordpress.com/2008/06/02/pusat-khidmat-masyarakat-ahli-parlimen-titiwangsa-dibuka-untuk-orang-ramai/"&gt;Dr. Lo'Lo punya pusat khidmat masyarakat di Kampung Baru.&lt;/a&gt; Tapi minggu ni saya tengok macam banyak gila jugak lagi baju-baju. Mungkin saya perlu bertindak lebih kejam dengan baju-baju tersebut. Sangat sayang ok dengan jeans persahabatan, jeans default yang tidak pernah menghampakan, baju-baju dan sebagainya. Tidak! Saya harus lebih kejam. Walaupun akan buat wardrobe, saya tak rasa space itu akan dapat memuatkan baju yang ada. Belum masuk baju suami lagi. Tapi Carrie Bradshaw boleh pula baju banyak gila tapi wardrobe kecik je. Mesti tipu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Panjang sangat omelan kali ini. Nak kemas kubikel pula. Kepada yang menyambut Hari Natal, selamat menyambutnya ya! Yang lain tu, cuti weekend panjang bawak-bawak lah duduk rumah. Jangan menyesakkan jalan raya. ehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631078658686567178-5558080519915985985?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/5558080519915985985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=5558080519915985985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/5558080519915985985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/5558080519915985985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2009/12/ke-alam-nyata.html' title='ke alam nyata'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SzMRLXCYdTI/AAAAAAAABMo/U0QEwZmoCo8/s72-c/deko+dekojfa1850l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-6386602855648887206</id><published>2009-12-16T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T04:06:45.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mari mengenal anatomi sendiri (part 2)</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 nota dalam seminggu? Ini sudah pecah rekod &lt;i&gt;(ke ini sudah jadi kes syok sendiri? ngahahaha)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa rakan memberi komen yang saya nampak sedikit cengkung, ada yang kata saya sudah kurus. Yahu! Sedikit garis perak &lt;i&gt;(silver lining)&lt;/i&gt; di situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di kaca TV berbayar sekarang sedang tunjuk cerita House. Wah, senggang nya saya boleh tengok tv pada pukul 5?? Sebenarnya selepas menerima keputusan MRI (how i wish ada Microsoft Word dalam BM, boleh right click for synonyms), saya terus balik ke rumah. Tenangkan fikiran. Boleh blogging. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. Tentang keputusan MRI tersebut. Jadi saya pergi memenuhi temujanji ketiga dengan Dr. House &lt;i&gt;(nak sebut ke nama betul dia? Takpe la sapa sapa yang nak refer pada dia nanti email/pm je saya ok?)&lt;/i&gt; selepas sesi bergelak ketawa tengahari dengan Enni &amp;amp; Jimi di San Fran Coffee. Tak, bukan saya yang minum kopi, temankan Enni sahaja. Saya makan sushi. Selepas ambil tekanan darah dan berat terkini, duduk di bilik menunggu. Wah, di kaca TV sedang tunjuk cerita all time favourite saya- The Lord of The Rings yang Fellowship punya tu! Baru nak khusyuk, sudah di panggil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah macam mana masa itu saya rasakan macam ketenangan yang luar biasa. Sebenarnya saya sudah saiko diri saya supaya expect the worst, dan sebenarnya saya doa juga biarlah mereka jumpa sesuatu. Daripada tak jumpa apa masalahnya kan. Karang kena pulak saya melalui ujian-ujian lain. Jadi kerana dah baca dan tau kalau betul ada ketumbuhan yang jenis ini cuma kena makan ubat, saya doa supaya mereka jumpa bendanya. Baik jumpa microprolactinoma ni, dari jumpa jenis-jenis ketumbuhan lain kan? Sekali yang ber-radang (cancerous) ke, tak ke gelap dunia saya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House itu dengan muka yang concern dan slanga yang tidak menyakitkan hati berkata,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'm afraid what I thought was right. We found the tumor."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya bersyukur. Tuhan masih sayangkan saya. Ketumbuhan itu besarnya 4mm. OK lah saya ni mengaku tidak pandai masa sekolah, jadi saya tak ambil jurusan kedoktoran jadi saya tulis aje la ye england si pakar radiologis itu ya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SyjKqbFwMyI/AAAAAAAABMg/CYh-5WQrSsg/s1600-h/my+head.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SyjKqbFwMyI/AAAAAAAABMg/CYh-5WQrSsg/s640/my+head.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...blablabla..subtle transient enhancement defect in the right side of the gland suggests that they may well be a microadenoma in the right side of the gland. This measures about 4mm only."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Notice that I only know how to translate the last sentence? haha.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya beritahu Dr. House yang saya lega mereka jumpa alien dalam kepala saya itu. Dia senyum dan kata saya bagus kerana take it positively. Kemudian kami berbincang tentang perancangan rawatan yang bakal diberikan. Saya suka Dr. House ini kerana beliau say things as it is. Dia tidak berselindung nak sedapkan hati saya, tapi dalam masa yang sama berbuat demikian dengan sungguh eloquent sekali. Dia menjawab semua soalan-soalan/ kesangsian/ kerisauan yang saya utarakan dengan meyakinkan, dan memberi cadangan-cadangan tentang perancangan saya dan suami untuk berkeluarga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berkeluarga. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nampaknya perancangan tersebut kena tangguhkan dahululah. Dr. House kata selagi saya ada ketumbuhan ini agak susah untuk saya conceive. Paling-paling, setahun, baru boleh mencuba. Macam saya cakap tadi, agak kagum dengan diri saya sendiri sebab sangat composed sepanjang perbincangan rawatan tersebut. Selalunya saya memang paling emosi kalau cakap pasal mengandung, baby, berkeluarga. Mata mesti berkaca punya. Kalau baca berita pasal penderaan kanak-kanak, hui tu mmg emosi tu. Orang lain susah-susah kepingin anak, kau senang-senang 'melukis' kulit budak tu?? eh eh tiba-tiba teremosi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi perancangan rawatan adalah begini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sebiji tablet Parlodel 2.5mg (bromocriptine mesylate) x 2 kali sehari selama 6 bulan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pengujian darah setiap 2 bulan untuk lihat paras prolactin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Selesai 6 bulan, berhenti makan tablet Bromo selama 2 bulan untuk melihat reaksi kelenjar pituitari.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Setelah itu pengujian darah lagi dan buat keputusan, sama ada tinggi kan lagi dos Bromo, atau kurangkan dos, atau tukar jenis ubat. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*InsyaAllah saya akan cuba note down perubahan-perubahan yang berlaku, side effects (kalau ada) supaya orang lain boleh kongsi dan refer sama-sama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be patient. I'm good at this. Bukan ke aku sepatutnya mempunyai treshold kesabaran yang tinggi? Ingat lagi masa belum kahwin, masa belum ada sesiapa yang nakkan saya (atau yang nampak macam nak tapi LEMBAB nak mampus..heh), memang doa supaya Allah berikan saya yang terbaik. Dan proses menunggu cinta Yang Terbaik itu memang lama. Ingat lagi bila tengok orang lain macam bestnya ada orang yang sayangkan dia, yang terima dia seadanya. Sabar betul masa tu. Masa tu doa, kalau dah jumpa cinta Yang Terbaik tu, Allah permudahkanlah jalan saya. Tak payah lah bercinta lama-lama. Kawin terus. Allah sediakan saya untuk melalui ujian tu. DIA bagi saya peluang untuk melalui pengalaman hati diremukkan. Kemudian DIA bagi saya peluang untuk belajar menyembuhkan diri sendiri, dan belajar mengenal diri sendiri. Barulah lepas itu DIA berikan saya Yang Terbaik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta Yang Terbaik itulah suami saya. Kami tak bercinta lama, 2-3 bulan terus buat keputusan nak kahwin. Ekspres tu!! DIA beri saya Sang Husband kerana DIA tahu Sang Husband mampu berhadapan dengan ujian yang bakal kami lalui ini. Ok bab ni saya mmg tak tahan emosi. Tears streaming as i write. Macam tak sangka ada orang yang sanggup nak tunggu ada anak sebab kekurangan saya. Sanggup sama-sama diremukkan hati bila buah cinta yang diharapkan mekar gugur setelah berputik, sanggup sama-sama menunggu Yang Terbaik dariMu ya Allah. Tegarkanlah semangat kami, suburkanlah cinta kami. Dalamkanlah iman dan keyakinan kami terhadapMu.Whenever YOU deem fit for us to finally become parents, Ya Allah, permudahkanlah jalan kami. Let us be the best parents for The Ones. Kami yakin Kau akan berikan kami Yang Terbaik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subhanallah. Allahu Akbar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah azam Awal Muharam 1431 saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notakaki: Minta maaf, ending agak emosional. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631078658686567178-6386602855648887206?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/6386602855648887206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=6386602855648887206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/6386602855648887206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/6386602855648887206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2009/12/mari-mengenal-anatomi-sendiri-part-2.html' title='Mari mengenal anatomi sendiri (part 2)'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SyjKqbFwMyI/AAAAAAAABMg/CYh-5WQrSsg/s72-c/my+head.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-8764145675361192561</id><published>2009-12-15T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T03:06:03.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>other than that please</title><content type='html'>Kita alihkan fokus kepada sesuatu yang kurang serius seperti nota semalam. &lt;i&gt;(btw as update, pagi-pagi tadi dah pergi ke TM daftar streamyx, lepas tu pegi ke PCMC dengan MIL.The scanning went quite well, tapi seperti biasa macam tahun tahun lalu, oleh kerana urat2 saya terlalu halus,lama betul nak cari urat untuk masukkan cecair kontras tu. 1 jam kena scan. Lama betul.)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lama dah nak tulis pasal ni. Pasal sang husband yang dah &lt;a href="http://akugundah.blogspot.com/"&gt;berblog&lt;/a&gt; pula. Katanya sebelum ini mmg dah ada, cuma di nyahaktifkan. Saya tak pernah tahu pula dia pernah berblog. Cis. Sangat tak aci. Selama ini dia baca blog saya tapi tak share pula dengan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kira ok lah dia beritahu saya sekarang kan. Kot-kot 10 tahun dah kahwin baru nak beritahu, lagi lah haru! Tak tahulah kalau dia dah delete apa-apa entri tak mahu bagi saya baca kan, hehe. Tapi setakat ni boleh lah baca entri yang dulu-dulu. Pasal perempuan yang dia minat, pasal benda-benda yang dia buat/fikir (agak tak best bila baca pasal perempuan-perempuan. hehe. jeles kah saya? macam tak patut je jeles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang menarik setelah saya baca blog nya sampai yang backdated ialah perbezaan penulisan beliau dgn cara penyampaian saya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang husband &lt;i&gt;suka&lt;/i&gt; bercakap. Dia mempunyai komen untuk semua benda yang dia nampak. Siapa yang kenal dia memang boleh jadi saksi lah. hehe. Saya ingat lagi kali pertama saya nak perkenalkan dia kepada famili, masa tu nak pergi acara keluarga (anak kakak habis tadika, ada konsert). Tak sudah-sudah dia ingatkan saya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Whenever you feel i talk too much, PLEASE signal me to shut up"&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;risau dia kalau bakal keluarga anggap yang bukan-bukan. Lagi risau dia kalau bakal keluarga fikir dia orang yang membosankan. hehe. Comel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, abah dan mami saya sayang sangat dekat dia (rasanya lebih sayangkan dia dari sayangkan saya. *uhuk uhuk*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the blog. Ya, sang&amp;nbsp; husband kalau pergi ke mana-mana akan mendapat kawan kerana hobinya yang suka bercakap itu. Tapi dalam blog, dia jenis tulis sikit-sikit. Dalam masa yang sama, kalau kita baca, kita tahu ada banyak lagi cerita di sebalik cerita. Kita tahu sebenarnya banyak lagi benda yang dia nak cakap. Tulis one-liners saja. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbeza dengan saya. In real life saya ni kurang bercakap. Saya lebih kepada watak pemerhati, pendengar setia. Mungkin juga saya malas bercakap sebab nanti sure orang akan tanya a) saya tgh gabra ke? b) saya tgh takut ke? c) saya tgh sejuk ke? sebab suara saya dah la kecil, pastu terputus-putus macam orang tgh cuak atau gagap. Padahal mmg suara saya macam ni semenjak lepas sekolah lagi. Gas tak cukup. heh. Tapi saya mmg suka menulis sejak sekolah. Saya rasa bila saya tulis, idea saya lebih berstruktur. Lebih di fahami. Oleh itu bila saya berblog, mmg panjang berjela. Banyak aje benda nak taip. Nasib baik masa kecil sempat bersekolah di bandar dan masuk kelas komputer, belajar Wordstar, typingtutor. Belajar menaip sambil tutup mata atau tengok tempat lain. Belajar menaip perkataan sebanyak mungkin dalam satu minit. Lepas tu masa sekolah belajar dengan Cikgu Zanariah yang suka cubit pakai kuku kat abdomen budak-budak macam mana nak elaborate karangan sampai 5 ribu perkataaan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi kesimpulannya jari saya lebih cekap dari mulut saya dalam berkata2. Sang husband pula lebih cekap dengan deria yang lagi satu itu, tapi mungkin juga sebab jari dia besar-besar-tak sesuai menaip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byk lagi perbezaan kami. Dia sgt terurus, saya caca-marba. Semua benda dia ada jadual, ada excel sheet. Saya? Konon excel sheet dalam kepala. Dah la pelupa tegar. Dia sangat pandai simpan duit atau buat duit, saya sangat pandai habiskan duit. Oh itu mmg sangat berbakat. Dia sangat cool, saya sangat emo. Dia agak mudah marah-marah, saya pula ada patience treshold yang sangat tinggi. Dia pengemas. Kereta Kancil dia yang usia lebih 10 tahun masih elok lagi tak ada masalah. Kereta saya? Rumah mini. Kasut, shawl, file-file kerja, accessories, coklat, semua dalam tu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orangnya serius. Saya pula slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe opposites &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; attract. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah Maha Besar kan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/Sydseju5RMI/AAAAAAAABMY/uAlW5P6c_kk/s1600-h/2009-06-17-opposites-attract.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/Sydseju5RMI/AAAAAAAABMY/uAlW5P6c_kk/s320/2009-06-17-opposites-attract.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8631078658686567178-8764145675361192561?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8764145675361192561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=8764145675361192561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/8764145675361192561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/8764145675361192561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2009/12/other-than-that-please.html' title='other than that please'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/Sydseju5RMI/AAAAAAAABMY/uAlW5P6c_kk/s72-c/2009-06-17-opposites-attract.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-4803716690243924422</id><published>2009-11-24T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:46:15.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>percubaan pertama menshopping: NIL</title><content type='html'>seperti biasa, bila kita set out untuk mencari sesuatu, sesuatu itu seperti main nyorok2 dgn kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takde yang berkenan di hati langsung. Ada satu blazer 3/4 sleeves kat Topshop ni yang menepati ciri2 yang dikehendaki, tapi size takde. AND takde kat semua outlet Klang Valley pulak tu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itu namanya takde jodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. Deja vu. Tingat time single dulu. P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan seperti biasa, bila nak cari sesuatu, sesuatu yang lain pula yang kita nampak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agak menarik, penulis kegemaran ramai (termasuk aku &amp;amp; sang hubby), Paulo Coelho, bagi pinjam nama untuk t-shirt edisi terhad MNG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SwzRquqUVrI/AAAAAAAABL8/kokiI_Bdnqk/s1600/DSC01274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SwzRquqUVrI/AAAAAAAABL8/kokiI_Bdnqk/s320/DSC01274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;bila search kat internet, tgk macam comel je kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SwzRxN2GCTI/AAAAAAAABME/IggBt-smPKg/s1600/paulo+coelho+for+MNG.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SwzRxN2GCTI/AAAAAAAABME/IggBt-smPKg/s400/paulo+coelho+for+MNG.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes dia menarik. Solidarity, Love, Dreams &amp;amp; Courage.Very Coelho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi masalah aku bila tgk quote2 sebegini ialah aku akan teringat kat toilet. U know, kat rumah mak2 kita dorang akan gantung these inspirational quotes either kat toilet atau kat dapur. Tak masalah ke tu? Kang asik nak terberak je, masalah la tu kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry, aku tak beli pun. Tegar!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631078658686567178-4803716690243924422?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/4803716690243924422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=4803716690243924422&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/4803716690243924422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/4803716690243924422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2009/11/percubaan-pertama-menshopping-nil.html' title='percubaan pertama menshopping: NIL'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SwzRquqUVrI/AAAAAAAABL8/kokiI_Bdnqk/s72-c/DSC01274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-5279319323221155935</id><published>2009-11-24T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:22:44.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>justification. see? i'm a little bit wiser. haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SwwHg2YLi_I/AAAAAAAABLs/DFgCNU4l-F0/s1600/shopping_bags.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SwwHg2YLi_I/AAAAAAAABLs/DFgCNU4l-F0/s320/shopping_bags.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;teringin nk shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan2 sekarang tgh sale ye dak. while i do need to clear my wardrobe. apa salahnye kumpul future stuff dalam wishlist kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wishlist 1: dark coloured &amp;amp; acid washed jeans &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- when i was pregnant, as expected, my butt happily expanded. yes, walaupun baru 1st trimester masa tu, mungkin dah mmg dalam DNA aku agaknya, those southern cheeks dengan gembiranya 'membesar'. I refused to buy new jeans then, adamant that i wont be wearing pregnant jeans for long anyway. True enough, i hadn't the opportunity to become a mother. While we dealt with the sad fact that it was not our turn to become parents quite smoothly, the fat accumulated in the short months did not, however, happily fade away as fast as i would prefer it to be. Still, aku berusaha untuk tidak beli jeans baru. Natijahnya, jeans2 kesayanganku tewas dalam usaha membalut tuannya. 2 dari jeans 'keyakinan' aku telah &lt;i&gt;koyak&lt;/i&gt; (sob!sob!). Ya, aku panggil mereka jeans 'keyakinan' sebab bila pakai mmg rasa perasan cun. Aku ada beberapa set 'keyakinan' yang lain macam baju/shirt/undies/lingerie dll. Jeans yang lain?? Oh, mereka semua dibeli semasa aku size 6-7. Nak pakai skang boleh, tapi part nak zip &amp;amp; butang tu mmg kena berperang la. Yang size 8 ada, tapi aku tak yakin pakai sebab sad to say, aku masih ada 'mushroom top'. (Ye sayang, i akan cuba sedaya upaya untuk eliminate perut ini. Sementara tu i do have to dress nicely for you osso kan? kan?). Oleh itu, aku dengan ini&amp;nbsp; 'yakin' bahawa keperluan untuk membeli jeans baru adalah justified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wishlist #2 - Black blazer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- Black blazer adalah jawapan instant apabila a) tiada idea nak pakai apa gi keja; b) perasaan tidak cun menguasai diri; c) perasaan malas nak iron; d) memerlukan keyakinan extra pada hari2 kritikal macam interview/presentation/etc. Senang, pakai tshirt/spaghetti/tanktop pastu sarung blazer then accesorize. Blazers yang ada, semua size S atau XS. Tak tahu la kenapa, tapi lepas kawin ni tulang bahu jadi lebar (byk 'tekan tubi'? hahaha joking joking 18sx jgn marah). So kalau sekarang ni takat sarung boleh la, tapi bila butang, nampak macam pinjam blazer pengawas darjah enam. Stretched gila. Hari tu masa forum terpaksa pinjam blazer dari girlfriend. Takkan tiap2 minggu nak pinjam kat orang kan? Dengan ini, sekali lagi wishlist aku telah dijustify. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: orange; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wishlist #3 - Work shirts.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- refer to #1 &amp;amp; #2. Tapi kalau boleh nak cari shirts yang boleh transcend opis environment + casual. Jimat sket plus nampak sket la kan macam orang nak umur 30 (yes, i still get that &lt;i&gt;spm ke?&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;upsr ke?&lt;/i&gt; remarks. *sigh*). Been looking at some boyfriend shirts for some time, tapi kengkadang nampak macam terlalu casual plak kan. We'll see how la. Tak kira. Justified gak la ni kan? kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la tanak wish list byk2 la kan (walaupun dalam kepala kompem akan teringin &lt;i&gt;tengok-tengok&lt;/i&gt; kasut ((tengok-tengok je ok!)), handbag dan sebagainya), karang kena audit ngan hasben takleh jawab pulak. dah la next year nak reno rumah. wardrobe sekarang pun tak clear2 lagi walaupun dah giveaway berkotak2. Bila insyaallah ada baby next year mana pulak nak letak budak tu kan. aduh...pening pening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SwwHmkCSeKI/AAAAAAAABL0/8wTex_jm_uc/s1600/shopping_teams.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SwwHmkCSeKI/AAAAAAAABL0/8wTex_jm_uc/s400/shopping_teams.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8631078658686567178-5279319323221155935?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/5279319323221155935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=5279319323221155935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/5279319323221155935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/5279319323221155935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2009/11/justification-see-im-little-bit-wiser.html' title='justification. see? i&apos;m a little bit wiser. haha'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SwwHg2YLi_I/AAAAAAAABLs/DFgCNU4l-F0/s72-c/shopping_bags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-3905963128310164239</id><published>2009-11-23T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T07:08:10.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wajah baru yang tak berapa baru</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SwqlBjRIbUI/AAAAAAAABLk/rMugQgpFKr0/s1600/Cute-cute-smile-girl-smiley-emoticon-000353-large.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SwqlBjRIbUI/AAAAAAAABLk/rMugQgpFKr0/s320/Cute-cute-smile-girl-smiley-emoticon-000353-large.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;amacam. ok tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nampak macam ok kan blogtheme ni. bersih, tapi masih comel. macam aku. heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cakap pasal comel, tadi video call macam biasa dgn hubby sebelum nak tidur. katanya aku sungguh gemuk. dia kata pipi aku terlalu penuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ye, aku tau aku mmg pesennye senang nampak gemuk. dan pesennye senang untuk gemuk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sedar tapi apesal ntah tiba2 aku terasa. patut ke? tadi pakai seluar keja yang boleh pakai sebelum kawin, macam dah turun. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hubby tak patut dipersalahkan. di duduk jauh kat sana. kompem la bila videocall isteri nak tgk isteri yang cantik, yang kurus, yang comel, yang putih, yang anggun. Ye, mmg paham. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku cut the videocall. konon merajuk la. ye la ala2 terasa kan. pastu bila call balik, nasib baik hubby bukak topik lain. tanya pasal petunia lah apa lah. mmg pandai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;but really, damn you heidi klum/ victoria beckham/ erra fazira for setting unrealistic expectations!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah.good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631078658686567178-3905963128310164239?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/3905963128310164239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=3905963128310164239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/3905963128310164239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/3905963128310164239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2009/11/wajah-baru-yang-tak-berapa-baru.html' title='wajah baru yang tak berapa baru'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SwqlBjRIbUI/AAAAAAAABLk/rMugQgpFKr0/s72-c/Cute-cute-smile-girl-smiley-emoticon-000353-large.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-6305932306920725962</id><published>2009-11-16T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:09:45.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one about the ass(hole)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SwEIk7_3tNI/AAAAAAAABLQ/hjNnjDDuiso/s1600/The-Boss-2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;aku gagahi jua menulis hari ini. dah seminggu tak update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been hell busy for the last couple of weeks. It was an interesting project, semua contractors pun chip in, work together. Ada yang ok to work with, and ada yang sungguh siput sekali. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SwEIk7_3tNI/AAAAAAAABLQ/hjNnjDDuiso/s1600/The-Boss-2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SwEIk7_3tNI/AAAAAAAABLQ/hjNnjDDuiso/s320/The-Boss-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this one senior manager who we answer to regarding the project. Mula2, macam ok la. Buddy2 konon sebab kitorang PMU. But i think he started to succumb to pressure and mula tengking2 orang. Terus dalam kepala i teringat m lady boss from hell. Contract keja tak penah bagi, confirmation delay2, bagi gaji pakai cash, epf kompem takde, baling2 artwork(dulu aku keja graphic designer) depan muka. Ewah. Ko ingat ko pangkat datin ko boleh treat orang macam sampah? Konon masuk islam tapi pagi2 suruh kitorang bakar colok kat tokong kecik belakang pantry yang 'dijamu' dengan miniature artwork2 yang dah dijual. Sorry la kan nak suruh aku buat camtu. Aku rasa aku dah balas balik kat dia dgn setimpal. Tipu kata pegi jumpa doktor, tapi sebenarnya pegi interview kat kampeni blok lagi satu. Lepas tu without notice next week nye aku dah keja tempat lain. Siapa suruh delay2 aku punya confirmation? padan muka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK mungkin masa tu aku mentah lagi dan mungkin orang akan kata aku bersikap tak professional. Pada aku, kalau bos professional, kita pun akan professional. And sepatutnya kalau kita profesional, bos pun akan ikut flow kita professional la kan. Tapi bagi gaji tiap2 bulan pun main baling2 je, apa kes? Treat orang macam anjing, siapa boleh tahan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK back to the emo manager, we were going through some final things for the event and he was like raising his voice &lt;i&gt;a la &lt;/i&gt; Nasir Bilal Khan. Haaa? Haaa? Hello, kalau kau cuak dengan legal atau corporate affairs, kejadah jemput presiden, kejadah offer jadi co-chairman? When things are out of focus, it's your job to group the pawns together and work at the solutions. Do you think people are cowered when they hear you howling? Lagi bitching ada la. Silap la kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lega gak la rasanya the event dah habis so we dont have to see his face anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;Lately ni aku suka stalk blogshops. Kemudian aku akan terfikir, kenapa aku tak buat? Berkoyan-koyan baju kat rumah, penuh 2 bilik, tak cukup satu wardrobe, kemudian shelf, kemudian letak atas katil, penuh beg2 besar, dan bukannya pakai pun. Jawapan kepada previous soalan tu ialah, takde jawapan. Kenapa? Kenapa aku tak buat? Bukan ke sang husband dah belikan camera yang canggih? Mungkin jawapan yang paling sesuai ialah....aku ni pemalas orangnya. Jawapan tersebut mmg tak boleh diterima la kan. Especially sang husband yang paling pantang dgn orang pemalas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi macam mana nak catalog all the bajus? I mean, confirm la kan aku ni renek nan rendang je, so orang yang&amp;nbsp; &amp;gt;160cm kompem la takleh pakai. Dah la pungkok besaq. Tapi mungkin ramai yang kat luar sana yang rendang tapi with well-endowed bottoms ek? (ewah well endowed konon. mengaku je la bontot besar!). Setakat ni gefren-joging-gedik aku ingin nak join. And camne nak attract traffic? Patut buat blogshop sendiri atau hog the makciken forums? Apa nama nak bagi? Kalau boleh aku tanak guna perkataan-perkataan cliche macam &lt;i&gt;pre-loved&lt;/i&gt; etc. Nama yang straightforward tapi nampak ikhlas. Camne tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SwEH1d-8gGI/AAAAAAAABLI/WLZ1eBbmtzU/s1600/dmsn149l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SwEH1d-8gGI/AAAAAAAABLI/WLZ1eBbmtzU/s320/dmsn149l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Semoga Allah memberi aku kekuatan dan kerajinan untuk mengambil gambar baju-baju tersebut dan memberi peluang rezeki kepada aku. Dan juga memberi peluang untuk aku mengumpul wardrobe baru (*haaaaa mungkin ini dapat jadi pemangkin kerajinan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sila berikan pendapat atau tips anda. Makaceh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631078658686567178-6305932306920725962?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/6305932306920725962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=6305932306920725962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/6305932306920725962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/6305932306920725962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-about-asshole.html' title='the one about the ass(hole)'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SwEIk7_3tNI/AAAAAAAABLQ/hjNnjDDuiso/s72-c/The-Boss-2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-3108718200538503242</id><published>2009-11-01T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:38:05.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bygones that is not but should be</title><content type='html'>"bygones"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa follow Ally McBeal dulu mesti tau ni tagline Richard Fish. Sikit-sikit, bygones, bygones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;bygone[bahy-gawn, -gon] &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;adjective&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. past; gone by; earlier; former: The faded photograph brought memories of bygone days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;noun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Usually, bygones. that which is past: Let's not talk of bygones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Idiom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. let bygones be bygones, to decide to forget past disagreements; become reconciled: Let's let bygones be bygones and be friends again. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a firm believer of letting bygones be. However somehow we all will encounter that &lt;i&gt;deja vu&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;karma&lt;/i&gt;, the feeling that we are haunted by our past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some week ago, an ex-boyfriend casually sent me a message over Facebook. Casually. Oh so convenient. Mungkin korang akan tanya, kalau aku malas nak layan apesal aku approve friend request dia. Ok la, i won't be petty about stuff, it's jsut because we share common friends i just refuse to give him that 'bahan' to talk shit behind me. Ye la, dah messed up hidup aku sampai aku fobia pada cinta (ewah, ni boleh jadi title/lirik lagu melayu ni), lepas tu dengan penuh innocent nye happily skipping in nak cakap HI apa khabar. Ok fine la kan, i'll take the highway and graciously layan ala kadar je la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/Su5h6b51ONI/AAAAAAAABLA/uZFsB2nsOUk/s1600-h/cat-attack.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/Su5h6b51ONI/AAAAAAAABLA/uZFsB2nsOUk/s320/cat-attack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok about that oh-so-casual message. Mmg la before ni ada la to &amp;amp; fro tanya khabar and what not, which aku boleh tahan lagi la sebab tak mengganggu hidup aku pun. Plus it's not like aku yang initiate the communication pun. Like i said, i've always tried to take the highway la when he comes into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it turns out that he &amp;amp; i are NEIGHBOURS. Tak tahan sungguh words like "laa...tak sangka" when i'm pretty sure i did tell him that i stayed there for like a year plus dah. Ok fine i know that malaysia ni tak la besar sgt, and selangor/kl kompem la kecik je, and i dont own the freaking neighborhood especially, but what are the odds of having to cross paths probably everyday with the man who practically made me shun love for 5++ years? Dah la kompem rumah aku dkt dgn the common tasik where definitely almost everyone akan pegi lepak kat situ. Kalau tak terserempak sekarang, kompem la akan terserempak in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak berdendam. No, jauh sekali dari berdendam. I have in fact, moved on. I've luckily found a man who really loves me, and i'm madly in love with him too. He takes me for ME, and at the same time brings out the best in me. Yes, aku sangat2 bertuah. But deep down inside me there is a fear of being LEFT, being out of his gracious love, perennially etched in my brains because of &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; past. And i certainly dont need a physical reminder of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to be afraid of love, or to love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not that i regret having experienced that failed love. I am what i am today more or less, because of that experience. I now see that with every failure when we try to love, we learn to know what we don't want, what we dont need. It's what you take away from that experience that makes your soul richer. Dented, or more likely bruised, but definitely richer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalannya ialah, kenapa tak boleh clean cut aje? Well, isn't it YOU yang tried your best to creep out of my life dulu? Fine, duduk la mana2 yang hang suka, tapi awat nak INFORM jugak yang hang duduk mana? Mmg la aku takleh halang sesiapa nak beli rumah kat situ, siapa ada duit, beli la. Tapi tolong la evolve sikit, sensitive sikit pada keadaan sekeliling, kalau tak nak consider how i feel at least consider la perasaan bini dia sendiri betul tak. Boleh pulak nak konon 'semangat kejiranan' like that. Euwh, agak geli di situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/Su5h6b51ONI/AAAAAAAABLA/uZFsB2nsOUk/s1600-h/cat-attack.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now aku dah delete dia dari friend's list aku. Common friends in the list, still there. And you know what? I dont mind if dorang baca. Nak jadikan bahan mengumpat? Silakan. Boleh la dorang tau that i dont want to have anything to do with the fella. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak balas pun message tu, terus delete. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i said, BYGONES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm a big pile of hormones today. selamat la kena bambu. :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631078658686567178-3108718200538503242?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/3108718200538503242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=3108718200538503242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/3108718200538503242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/3108718200538503242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2009/11/bygones-that-is-not-but-should-be.html' title='bygones that is not but should be'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/Su5h6b51ONI/AAAAAAAABLA/uZFsB2nsOUk/s72-c/cat-attack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-4441781629480500466</id><published>2009-10-29T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:50:14.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're my addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/Sup7M2CZgyI/AAAAAAAABKw/l_Tp7DJjvfM/s1600-h/coffeeposter-main_Full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A recent status update in my Facebook account got some interesting responses from some. Oh well, it's good to know that people actually take status updates quite seriously. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;if Men are like Coffee, then i think i'm having aflian-withdrawal syndrome&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting, how people are instantly drawn to the WITHDRAWAL section. It's us isn't it? We're all usually more drawn towards negativity, the Bad is instantaneously in &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bold&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; rather than trying to find the Good in things/situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*note to self: to try to find Good dulu, baru la cari worst case scenarios*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the alfian-withdrawal syndrome tu mengikut sedap telinga and keyboard aku aje, however it made me think, really, about the withdrawal thingy. And also about caffeine. Further googling reveals that caffeine withdrawal symptoms is actually a serious medical condition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now realize that I had experienced those symptoms way back then. Especially after the SPM exams are over. Boy i used to consumed coffee by pots at one go. Masa tu gila study sampai pagi. Coffee, books, notes, and a Walkman sambil ditemani Glenn Ong (konon masa tu he's the King of late night radio, well, in singapore la at least. tapi mmg best gila. i love him). Petang2 masa prep dah pening/migraine. Makan panadol 6 bijik. Malam minum lagi kopi. Ye, mmg gila.&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/Sup7M2CZgyI/AAAAAAAABKw/l_Tp7DJjvfM/s1600-h/coffeeposter-main_Full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/Sup7M2CZgyI/AAAAAAAABKw/l_Tp7DJjvfM/s320/coffeeposter-main_Full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/Sup78FkvNOI/AAAAAAAABK4/qbBafJuxSzs/s1600-h/windowslivewriternapoleondynamite-939acaffeine-junkie31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;So after the exams i was back at home, mmg cut off la from kopi since parents aku tak minum kopi sgt. Cadang tu nak kerja odd job masa tu tapi those symptoms made me unfit to work. My throbbing headaches, nauseas, made me literally a 'house potato'. Nasib baik masa tu dah ada Internet, albeit a maha super slow one la kan masa tu baru mula2 nak ada internet (yes i'm THAT old). It doesn't help also that i kept burning the midnight oil lepas exam to sebab addicted to IRC. hahahahha. those channels and nukes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my point is, caffeine withdrawal is&amp;nbsp; indeed serious business. Sgt terseksa. Masa tu every week i went to see doctor. Tak pesal2 kena check darah, and masa tu jugak la baru discover that aku ni Rhesus -ve. How convenient. Masa tu takde google. Paling terer pun Yahoo. So information mmg sgt kurang la. Tu yang rasa diri macam handicapped. Masa tu pening ya rabbi. Rasa lethargic gila babas. Sakit tulang. Sakit otot. And aku mampu tido lebih dari 24 jam. Depressed pun aku rasa ada jugak la sikit2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian keluar result SPM yang menghampakan. Lagi lah depressed. Looking back i think it continued until mid-college, sebab i remember being able to sleep for more than 24hrs back to back. Tak tidur 3 hari straight pun penah jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st year keja, dah ada duit dalam tangan, addicted to Starbucks pulak. Tiap2 minggu, at least sekali kena minum. THE drink masa tu adalah Rhumba. Masa me and my girlfriend made our weekly homage to SB only to find that the drink had been abruptly discontinued, kitorang macam nak menjerit. Tak percaya. I remember we quizzed the barrista macam penjenayah. Tak cukup dengan tu, kitorang siap pegi branch SB yang lain, tanya betul ke news yang kitorang dengar ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/Sup78FkvNOI/AAAAAAAABK4/qbBafJuxSzs/s1600-h/windowslivewriternapoleondynamite-939acaffeine-junkie31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/Sup78FkvNOI/AAAAAAAABK4/qbBafJuxSzs/s320/windowslivewriternapoleondynamite-939acaffeine-junkie31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, addiction can make you do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've entirely stopped drinking coffee. Kalau ada pun macam sekali sekala terasa nak mengada. See, the basis dah different. Dulu rasa PERLU, NEED minum kopi. Now kalau terasa nak mengada, baru beli. Caffeine-wise, aku rasa kurang la and still definitely ada sebab kadang2 tu minum gak sodas/carbonated &amp;amp; energy drinks. And now i'm an avid fan of tea, so confirm la ada caffeine tu tapi insyaAllah dalam dose yang sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alarming to discover how much it did control my life. Some might say that aku saja je nak salahkan orang/benda lain selain aku, it's not true, most of the time mmg aku asyik salahkan diri aku sendiri sampai depressed ok. This new knowledge somehow elevates that shadow, sebab baru aku tau sebenarnye it's a&amp;nbsp; medical condition. Things would've been better kalau i knew this before, but the most important thing is, is that I'm aware of this 'silent poison'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, sekali dah mentaip, macam nak taip lagi. Adakah blogging akan menjadi 'recurring addiction' aku? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menarik. Apa kata aku listkan things yang sedang/pernah jadi addiction aku:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook - sedang&lt;br /&gt;Blogging - pernah/ mungkin sedang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google. (ye, there is such a thing as addicted-to-google, i swear!)-sedang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee-pernah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tea-sedang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panadol-pernah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping-pernah (i wish!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maya karin/fazura/vanidah imran - sedang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true blood series 1-pernah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagi..mm.....macam tak habis je list sampai esok. hmmMM. oh. on thing i'm definitely addicted to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;EN. ALFIAN -&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(jgn salahkan aku la kan..bagi can le..suami aku jauh di Miri. sekali sekala bila dia balik aku jadi ala2 jakun. lepas tu bila dia pulang ke Miri, itu yang jadi withdrawal semacam tu.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;ok lah. jap gi tulis pasal benda lain pulak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631078658686567178-4441781629480500466?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/4441781629480500466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=4441781629480500466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/4441781629480500466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/4441781629480500466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-my-addiction.html' title='you&apos;re my addiction'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/Sup7M2CZgyI/AAAAAAAABKw/l_Tp7DJjvfM/s72-c/coffeeposter-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-6539381658210511671</id><published>2009-10-27T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:31:25.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All that I give I give to myself.</title><content type='html'>I had lunch with a girlfriend at Kinokuniya the other day. I was telling myself the day before to get another book. Get something that can be inspiring. Me and my girl were discussing about how to find ourselves again, how to adapt to the inevitable changes that Life has brought upon us, changes that inevitably comes with our set of choices. How to be independent while being dependent. What was different then. Stuff like that. It's important, girl talk. It IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brought us to the subject that we used to write, to channel our thoughts, our energy. It doesnt help that my previous blogs are now defunct. Sayang jugak, since I've been writing since 2003. So taking chance of that moment, konon-konon buat la blog baru. Tapi sampai hari ni tak tertulis-tulis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the lunch date, I went with a mindset to buy a book. A book I've googled earlier, kebetulan buku tu lebih kurang sama tajuk dgn blog aku yang baru online tu. Lepas makan, pegi la cari buku tu. I find myself gravitating towards books pasal thoughts2 ni, especially after reading buku Greg Mortensen tu. I know, i should read la books pasal leadership ke pasal duit ke, but i find those books as more of an &lt;i&gt;instruction&lt;/i&gt;. It feels more like a chore. You have to do this, do that. And i know now that i dont work really well with instructions. Lagi di suruh, lagi tak dibuat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaanyway, about that book. From Kino's directory kiosk, jumpa la jugak. Dalam database tunjuk macam banyak je buku dia kat situ. Tapi bila pegi tgk kat shelf, ada satu title je. Satu pun jaaadilah..nanti pegi Borders pulak kot-kot ada titles dia yang lain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night i had the time to read it. A few pages je, sebab terlalu penat &amp;amp; mata berat (sampai rumah pukul 9plus). The book is a collection of thoughts. You know, it's like the feeling you get when you read Kahlil Gibran's books. It reads like that voice in your head. It's incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i googled more about him. Ada satu site tulis pasal semua quote2 dia. It seems like i only discovered him late in my life. Aku sorang je kot? But according to him it's not too late. And did i mention that the book was placed under the "Mid Life Crisis" section? Sounds funny, but maybe i am going through that, i guess. So many questions, so little bravery to go out and find the answers. Chicken sh*t, kata orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SueeGMnKN0I/AAAAAAAABKo/ZUpYDyxBZ4c/s1600-h/prather.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SueeGMnKN0I/AAAAAAAABKo/ZUpYDyxBZ4c/s320/prather.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So there you go, sebenarnya aku cuma nak cerita pasal aku tengah cuba baca buku ni je. Takde topic hangat pun. Thanks sebab sudi 'mendengar' thoughts aku ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'll end with his quote i found from a website. Something that i would like to tell myself everyday. Today, i'll start today. Today I tell myself this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am responsible for what I see.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; I can elect to change all thoughts that hurt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; I could see peace instead of THIS.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; The past is over - it can touch me not.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; This instant is the only time there is.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Today I will judge nothing that occurs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; I am not the victim of the world I see.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; I can escape from the world I see by giving up attack thoughts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; I am determined to see things differently.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; I am never upset for the reason I think.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Forgiveness is the key to happiness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; All that I give I give to myself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Hugh Prather&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; ~Love Is Letting Go of Fear&lt;/i&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/8631078658686567178-6539381658210511671?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/6539381658210511671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=6539381658210511671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/6539381658210511671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/6539381658210511671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-that-i-give-i-give-to-myself.html' title='All that I give I give to myself.'/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KipEQM5quJ0/SueeGMnKN0I/AAAAAAAABKo/ZUpYDyxBZ4c/s72-c/prather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631078658686567178.post-7459049500957229799</id><published>2009-10-23T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:19:22.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631078658686567178-7459049500957229799?l=notestozaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/feeds/7459049500957229799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631078658686567178&amp;postID=7459049500957229799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/7459049500957229799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631078658686567178/posts/default/7459049500957229799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notestozaza.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Zaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747980297179111726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
