<?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-33987570</id><updated>2011-11-15T17:08:55.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhilirating Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>Settling down and having a family at 23 and having 2 kids by 24 is a journey worth experiencing. I thank Allah S.W.T for his guidance and blessings and our exhilirating journey with life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33987570.post-8296683218666633879</id><published>2010-12-03T09:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T10:19:10.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of 2010</title><content type='html'>Last month of 2010. So what's been happening? :) Loads.. Good and bad and exciting.. &lt;div&gt;Things I'm proud of.. Things I'm not very proud of.. Made new friends, lost 1 (yes just that 1).. Cried.. Laughed.. Went through (and still going through) an emotional rollercoaster.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fell in love with Australia - Perth, Melbourne, Sydney, Canberra.. Loved the experience of adventuring in a campervan.. Loved exploring in Perth on my own (and with a helpful guide).. I have yet to write about my campervan journey with the family.. I'd do it in another post :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent time with my thoughts and sanity.. Reevaluate my life, my relationships and friendships. Went through a very dark and sombre time 6 months ago only to emerge with a clearer view and a steadier head on my shoulders. I know where I stand and I now know not to have high expectations in anything for the disappointment would only tear me apart like a raging storm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found new jobs and did some work for a charity event. Did silly things with my boys and still learning to bring them up well.. Still learning to grow up although I prefer being a kid.. ;) Oh and I bungeed! What an awesome experience.. My next aim is to bungee in NZ for their 43m and 134m jump :) No I'm not crazy just like to feed on the adrenaline pump once in a while.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't believe in making resolutions for the new year. Set a certain goal - sure. But if you want a change, you'd do it when you're ready. Right now, I want to enjoy my time with friends and family (over awesome food if possible hehe).. I want to look back when I'm older and remember the great times I've had had.. And stay positive in every situation for negativity eats you up like a plague..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what am I looking forward to in 2011? A new home.. A new environment.. And a new baby :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-8296683218666633879?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8296683218666633879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=8296683218666633879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/8296683218666633879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/8296683218666633879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2010/12/end-of-2010.html' title='End of 2010'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-9178998571687106696</id><published>2010-04-30T23:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:14:32.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gomen ne..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Tahoma, Arial; line-height: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Sore wa amarini mo itai, atashi sore ni iku yo ni shite.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Tahoma, Arial; line-height: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Gomen ne.. Atashi wa baka da..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Tahoma, Arial; line-height: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Tahoma, Arial; line-height: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Sore wa fukano de.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Watashi wa iku koto ga deki nai.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Tahoma, Arial; line-height: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Jikan.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Tahoma, Arial; line-height: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Jikan ga iyahite kureru desho u.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Tahoma, Arial; line-height: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Soshite, atashi sore ni itte morao u.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Tahoma, Arial; line-height: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Tahoma, Arial; line-height: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Ie zan'nen.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Tahoma, Arial; line-height: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Watashi ga anata ni yoku shi tai o atashi aishite kudasai.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Moichido.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Gomen ne.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Kono baka o yurushite kudasai.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-9178998571687106696?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9178998571687106696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=9178998571687106696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/9178998571687106696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/9178998571687106696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2010/04/gomen-ne.html' title='Gomen ne..'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-1480646023513617049</id><published>2010-04-13T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T20:38:28.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>September</title><content type='html'>Was looking forward to meeting you in September. &lt;div&gt;To hold you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To stare at your beauty..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To smell the fresh scent on you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Course changes and took an unexpected turn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As challenging as it is.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a painful, heart wrenching decision..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were not my flesh and blood..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were only in my thoughts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet you were very real to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And affected me deeply in every way.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May God have mercy and forgive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May He take and place you in Heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May your soul be at peace and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you be loved unconditionally..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss you from this moment on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I will remember you come September.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Su &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6u9i6czwI/AAAAAAAAALc/K7g84SNiliw/s320/210820091643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess what Hubs brought back for me ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6u9zHYWFI/AAAAAAAAALk/trsk4GuJ9mQ/s1600-h/210820091641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372423782215997522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6u9zHYWFI/AAAAAAAAALk/trsk4GuJ9mQ/s320/210820091641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Such a big box!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6vmvbNzzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-EkmuBzhE1Q/s1600-h/210820091655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372424485600087858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6vmvbNzzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-EkmuBzhE1Q/s320/210820091655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The inside of the paper bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6u-RYrmzI/AAAAAAAAALs/5VC6i3F_MI8/s1600-h/210820091645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372423790341626674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6u-RYrmzI/AAAAAAAAALs/5VC6i3F_MI8/s320/210820091645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you imagine my excitement? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6u_OVsM7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/iiUWTgtOy7Y/s1600-h/210820091648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372423806703645618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6u_OVsM7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/iiUWTgtOy7Y/s320/210820091648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One more snap of the box ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6vlzw0DYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ifWE-UIjFCc/s1600-h/210820091650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372424469584547202" style="WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6vlzw0DYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ifWE-UIjFCc/s320/210820091650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Neatly wrapped in Coach paper&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6vmDbMZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/jIdwB0ZNMrA/s1600-h/210820091651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372424473788834962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6vmDbMZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/jIdwB0ZNMrA/s320/210820091651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I took my time peeling off the silver tab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6vm8mkKWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/4Gd_WwmHexg/s1600-h/210820091656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372424489137351010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6vm8mkKWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/4Gd_WwmHexg/s320/210820091656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heart beats..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6vnZG7CPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/OkkokWJjgFQ/s1600-h/210820091657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372424496789260530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6vnZG7CPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/OkkokWJjgFQ/s320/210820091657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Placed in a silk-cotton bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6wALm344I/AAAAAAAAAMk/3IkWcaFp8c0/s1600-h/210820091658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372424922661905282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6wALm344I/AAAAAAAAAMk/3IkWcaFp8c0/s320/210820091658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peek-a-boo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6wAUZIN8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/HyK1BA-6AzE/s1600-h/210820091660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372424925020174274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6wAUZIN8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/HyK1BA-6AzE/s320/210820091660.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And here's my baby.. All pink n chic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6wA4SBVPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NFsY1p0YRnQ/s1600-h/210820091662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372424934654039282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6wA4SBVPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NFsY1p0YRnQ/s320/210820091662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The tags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6wBFQfIII/AAAAAAAAAM8/DpI5H4U091o/s1600-h/210820091669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372424938137264258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6wBFQfIII/AAAAAAAAAM8/DpI5H4U091o/s320/210820091669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inner lining with extra hook and compartments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hubs decides to get me this Op Art Glam for Raya but now I can't bring myself to use it :p It's still a little too high-class for me lol! Hubs thought this casual and spacious bag would suit me and also because it's pink hehe.. Well I couldn't agree more.. *Heart* my very first Coach bag =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps: Costs slightly more than 1k ;) and he like my dad, wasn't reluctant to let me know the price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-3646944476845589423?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3646944476845589423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=3646944476845589423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/3646944476845589423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/3646944476845589423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first.html' title='My first'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/So6u9i6czwI/AAAAAAAAALc/K7g84SNiliw/s72-c/210820091643.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33987570.post-5648457159292128506</id><published>2009-08-19T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:48:05.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a storm in and out</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my Daddy's 59th birthday =) We celebrated it on Sunday night over Thai food and Buk made him a special birthday card (which he spent the whole evening explaining the things he drew on the card hehe).. It was a simple and short celebration without the rest the of Chang members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called him yesterday to wish him a happy birthday and well, Buk conquered the phone chatting with his 'KongKong' =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark clouds gathered some time in the evening and soon rain poured heavily. The wind was howling and trees were being blown so hard I thought they might be uprooted :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs came home and rang the doorbell because the wooden door was closed. He had a pissed off look on his face and to my horror, our shoes were thrown out of the house! They were all soaked in the rain!!! On top of that, our big clothes hanger fell on the ground, bringing all of the washed clothes with it. Great.. Now I have a load of soaked dirty clothes and shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I moved on to confronting the culprits who had itchy hands, I cleared off the clothes and washed them again. Then it started.. "Kd boy did it, Mum!" "Nooo... KohKoh!!" Sigh I wasn't in the mood to yell or should I say lack the energy lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Buk which pair he threw out and smacked him on his palms for each pair thrown. Same goes to Kd Boy who apparently threw out my sandals, Hubs sports shoes, Buk's Adidas sneakers and my Crocs... Oh and Sentinel Prime as well.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They get really playful and would always end up doing something senseless like this.. Not that I discourage play but something like this is definitely a no-no..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-5648457159292128506?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5648457159292128506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=5648457159292128506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5648457159292128506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5648457159292128506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-storm-in-and-out.html' title='What a storm in and out'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-9165556209758518681</id><published>2009-08-07T10:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:32:28.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suction cups</title><content type='html'>Went for physio yesterday and therapist tortured me huhuuu... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First she pressed on my back with such force I was oww-ing and squirming away.. The pain is still as intense as before! Then she used a different machine on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SnuMgETCtPI/AAAAAAAAALU/fT_45BtakOM/s1600-h/060820091592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367037863479391474" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SnuMgETCtPI/AAAAAAAAALU/fT_45BtakOM/s320/060820091592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had a few of these 'suction cups' all over my back I'm sure I looked like out of some alien movie!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 'suction cups' are connected to a machine which gives out whirring sounds as it work. Kinda like a generator :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cups actually gives out current as it sucks (that's the best way I could describe it!) That's why large round facial sponges are used to avoid pinching on the skin. I lost track on how long these cups were on me but when they were removed, I could feel muscle spasm esp around my lower back area.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being an 'alien' they covered me with ice packs to help calm down the inflammation in my muscles.. I usually have one on my back but this time they put one on my shoulder as well and boy.. it was much colder and tingly! Then everything went numb.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr.. if only the numbness in my back lasts forever! I'm spending too much time travelling to the hospital and not to mention the amount I'm using from the medical insurance! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-9165556209758518681?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9165556209758518681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=9165556209758518681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/9165556209758518681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/9165556209758518681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/suction-cups.html' title='Suction cups'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SnuMgETCtPI/AAAAAAAAALU/fT_45BtakOM/s72-c/060820091592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33987570.post-5485419064281076432</id><published>2009-08-04T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:31:16.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfagrow casting</title><content type='html'>Talent Gallery called and asked if Buk would like to go for a casting call for Enfagrow TV ad. Of course he would! (well ok I'm more interested in the idea :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I brought him for the audition and this is what he did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-83f31e92118a1f41" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D83f31e92118a1f41%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330263816%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A6DC4A67DDF2A3809831492AF42B810414B6921.19F80EF60D34A2A47437FB677FEE4AA906746D9B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D83f31e92118a1f41%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dgj-ncH2jDa4JdJERcbi6u8jPROs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D83f31e92118a1f41%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330263816%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A6DC4A67DDF2A3809831492AF42B810414B6921.19F80EF60D34A2A47437FB677FEE4AA906746D9B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D83f31e92118a1f41%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dgj-ncH2jDa4JdJERcbi6u8jPROs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I couldn't help giggling throughout the thing. This was his 3rd take and did another in BM (which I'm now smacking myself for not taking that video. He needed only 1 take and did a very good job! :D)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm keeping my fingers (and toes) crossed and hope TG calls with some good news hehe. They wanted to cast KD as well but as usual the lil grump refused to say the lines. (He only did so at bedtime =.=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;PS: Buk's line - "What if we run out of pumpkins?" :D And "Kalau tak cukup labu?" Cuteness!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-5485419064281076432?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=83f31e92118a1f41&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5485419064281076432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=5485419064281076432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5485419064281076432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5485419064281076432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/enfagrow-casting.html' title='Enfagrow casting'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-3972863656566655622</id><published>2009-08-04T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:32:30.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coach me</title><content type='html'>I'm not 1 for high-end designer clothes let alone handbags but when Hubs offered to buy me a Coach, well I'm a girl and I wouldn't wanna reject such a generous offer! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I checked out Coach.com and found a few bags to my liking and quickly showed them to Hubs who kinda snorted at my excitement :p Can you blame me really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, I feel guilty to spend such exorbitant amount on 1 handbag but on another, I'm being really materialistic. RM1k for a bag seems a lil far fetched (and what kind of lifestyle do we lead, really?) Then I start comparing it to other high-end brands and think, heck, at least I'm not choosing one which costs as much as his monthly pay ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've shown him 3 designs which I like and we'll see if he is that generous =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/Snf6Hc5jUdI/AAAAAAAAALM/SHDzsGjV4IE/s1600-h/patent+spotlight+-+fuschia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366032486958846418" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/Snf6Hc5jUdI/AAAAAAAAALM/SHDzsGjV4IE/s320/patent+spotlight+-+fuschia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Patent Spotlight ($298)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/Snf6HMJn7II/AAAAAAAAALE/so15PLUkTms/s1600-h/signature+spotlight+-+pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366032482462854274" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/Snf6HMJn7II/AAAAAAAAALE/so15PLUkTms/s320/signature+spotlight+-+pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Signature Spotlight ($268)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/Snf6Gxu_0vI/AAAAAAAAAK8/kV8MaSASsuk/s1600-h/op+art+glam+-+pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366032475371852530" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/Snf6Gxu_0vI/AAAAAAAAAK8/kV8MaSASsuk/s320/op+art+glam+-+pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Op Art Glam ($198)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes I know they're all pink ;) What can I say? It's 1 of my fave colours and I think they look super chic, sweet and girly =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-3972863656566655622?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3972863656566655622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=3972863656566655622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/3972863656566655622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/3972863656566655622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/coach-me.html' title='Coach me'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/Snf6Hc5jUdI/AAAAAAAAALM/SHDzsGjV4IE/s72-c/patent+spotlight+-+fuschia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33987570.post-2744055522118667609</id><published>2009-08-03T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:45:34.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physiotherapy</title><content type='html'>I've been going for my physiotherapy sessions for a month now and I still experience pain in my lower back =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My therapist did mention it may take 3 months or more for it to fully heal.. Of course it depends on how hardworking I am with my core n back muscle exercises (I'm trying.. really I am :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every session involves either current (electric) or ultrasound therapy with an occasional traction therapy where they bound you with some straps on the bed and the machine pulls your lower bottom forcing the muscles to stretch.. You can definitely feel the muscles being pulled and I always imagine my muscles tearing apart :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual current therapy she uses is from a bigger machine with 2 small patches attached and placed on my back and depending on the watts, it does get a little painful. It works in rhythms..from small circular motions to intense penetration (gets ticklish too lol!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second type which also uses patches are attached to a smaller handheld device. This doesn't work in rhythms and is much more intense and my therapist kept telling me to increase the intensity (in my mind I was thinking are you nuts?) That current hurt like crazy as it hits my spinal area, 10 mins of that felt like it lasted forever.. This is usually used on patients with chronic pain and well I guess I'm in that category now :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another scary handheld device has 2 metal semi-circle rods used by the therapist. It goes round and round on the injured area and it gives out zapping sounds (kinda like this: tat-tat-tat-tatattatatatattatat) lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every 2 weeks I go for a follow up with my specialist, Dr. Rozman who in the end writes me a letter for another 2 weeks of therapy sessions. This is my 3rd letter which means it's my 6th week.. And I would expect many more letters and many more weeks of therapy :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-2744055522118667609?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2744055522118667609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=2744055522118667609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/2744055522118667609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/2744055522118667609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/physiotherapy.html' title='Physiotherapy'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-8322486260231390234</id><published>2009-07-12T08:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:42:24.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We celebrated Khalis' 4th birthday on the 10th July. (He's 4 already?) =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had a small class party for him with a small homemade cake and later on celebrated another round with his TokMa, all his aunts and uncles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didn't prepare another cake but someone had a small cute cupcake ready =D Although Khalis was more excited to open up all his presents then blow out the candle lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This year we decided not to have another big party to curb overspending (and the hassle to organize a party, really) but instead have small, personal ones. As long as he's happy with celebrating with his friends and family, that is enough =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SmVnRKrNnaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EEA9vZQx4LI/s1600-h/Buk+class+party.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360804476075482530" style="WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SmVnRKrNnaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EEA9vZQx4LI/s320/Buk+class+party.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Class party *Spot the happy bday boy* =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SmVoQ_q1V-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/_x8TiqtRisA/s1600-h/4oncake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360805572632729570" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SmVoQ_q1V-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/_x8TiqtRisA/s320/4oncake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homemade cake..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SmVqg1YqezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/fLxzXli7KDc/s1600-h/4oncupcake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360808043773328178" style="WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SmVqg1YqezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/fLxzXli7KDc/s320/4oncupcake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and a mini cupcake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SmVpIPYGkMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_FcC5O0oa9g/s1600-h/presents.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360806521741938882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SmVpIPYGkMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_FcC5O0oa9g/s320/presents.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the presents for the birthday boy (who got impatient and opened the biggest box!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SmVpwoBBNcI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ylLz-AdEArs/s1600-h/Bukopens.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360807215550772674" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SmVpwoBBNcI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ylLz-AdEArs/s320/Bukopens.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eeee.. BumbleBee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SmVpw8gXLpI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Bollfth3H_g/s1600-h/surrounded.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360807221050945170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SmVpw8gXLpI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Bollfth3H_g/s320/surrounded.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happiest Birthday boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SmVqhD2GKrI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7yiK_eESsC4/s1600-h/kdjoins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360808047654873778" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SmVqhD2GKrI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7yiK_eESsC4/s320/kdjoins.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kd Boy joins in too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Buk! Looooove you so much! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-8322486260231390234?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8322486260231390234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=8322486260231390234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/8322486260231390234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/8322486260231390234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th-birthday.html' title='Happy 4th Birthday!'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SmVnRKrNnaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EEA9vZQx4LI/s72-c/Buk+class+party.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33987570.post-1487500936231634127</id><published>2009-07-08T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:21:05.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Had Him ~ Maya Angelou</title><content type='html'>Beloveds,&lt;br /&gt;Now we know that we know nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips,&lt;br /&gt;Like a puff of summer wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without notice,&lt;br /&gt;Our dear love can escape our doting embrace.&lt;br /&gt;Sing our songs among the stars and&lt;br /&gt;Walk our dances across the face of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing.&lt;br /&gt;No clocks can tell time.&lt;br /&gt;No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure.&lt;br /&gt;Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us&lt;br /&gt;And we did have him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to us from the Creator, trailing creativity in abundance.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love,&lt;br /&gt;And survived and did more than that.&lt;br /&gt;He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had him whether we know who he was or did not know,&lt;br /&gt;He was ours and we were his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;And we laughed and stomped our feet for him.&lt;br /&gt;We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing.&lt;br /&gt;He gave us all he had been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana’s Black Star Square.&lt;br /&gt;In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England&lt;br /&gt;We are missing Michael.&lt;br /&gt;But we do know we had him, and we are the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A beautiful poem written by one of the greatest poets we know, Dr. Maya Angelou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A tribute read to all by Queen Latifah during Michael Jackson's memorial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-1487500936231634127?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1487500936231634127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=1487500936231634127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/1487500936231634127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/1487500936231634127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-had-him-maya-angelou.html' title='We Had Him ~ Maya Angelou'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-6589396905561095432</id><published>2009-07-08T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:09:34.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>Undoubtedly, millions of people out there are affected by the loss of our King of Pop. Admittedly, I am one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a while for the truth to sink in. I felt numb. It wasn't real. He didn't die. It's just a rumour. Even after reading the news on e!online and watching it on the telly, it was just too difficult to accept it. Michael Jackson. Dead. Nope. It can't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few more 'latest news on MJ's death' in my face; I finally let myself believe it. The ache in my heart is silent to everyone else. Why do I feel this way? I didn't know him personally. He wasn't my father or my brother. He wasn't my husband or a relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a singer whom I grew up listening to. It was his collection of MTVs (when it was played on a LaserDisc) which I watched over and over as a kid. He was the one who made me and my friends gather round to watch his superb 'Ghost' videoclip. It was the effect he had on us. The magic he had on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many ways he has touched a lot of people's lives. He was a visionary. A humanitarian. A talented songwriter. A superb entertainer. One can't help but watch in awe as he performs his famous moonwalk and dance routines. His songs are undeniably catchy and meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches as I think of all the wonderful things he could have done. My heart aches for the long awaited comeback that never was. My heart aches for his children who shares his legacy. My heart aches for the loss of our great music icon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-6589396905561095432?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6589396905561095432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=6589396905561095432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/6589396905561095432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/6589396905561095432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/michael-jackson.html' title='Michael Jackson'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-3212909391577502652</id><published>2009-07-06T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:12:28.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, my aching back..</title><content type='html'>So, I finally got off my bum and went to get a referral letter from my GP to see a specialist regarding my back. It's been more than a year since the pain worsen.. I can't even remember how it happened.. or when.. - was in back in high school? Or was it after the kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall backaches especially after vigorous training in sports and dance. The worst training was the crazy stunts we did in cheerleading back in 2000.. I fell face flat once onto a cemented ground. I was required to stand on my friend's shoulder (who is ard 5feet 8), leap in the air and hope to land back first safely on my fellow babes who built a human arm 'bridge'.. Something happened along the training.. Someone wasn't prepared, I lost control, MG couldn't support me and SPLAT I went. We were all pretty exhausted from all the training and that fall called it a day.. I banged up my right knee and hands pretty badly.. and boy was I sore all over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that fall, all the training probly took up a lot of me (especially since I was quite small back then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to present time.. My GP recommeded a specialist in DSH - Dr. Rozman, who is a friend of hers. Hubs helped me arrange for an appointment on Saturday morning and so we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to the hospital 10mins after 9 and realized that it's a first-come-first-serve basis even though we had an appointment. Oh well.. There were 5 patients ahead of me so we went for breakfast at the cafeteria to kill some time.. I only got to see the doc ard 10.30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Rozman's a friendly doc who is a huge fan of F1 racing. There's pictures of the cars and drivers, autographed photos, plaques and replicas of the F1 cars in a tall cabinet.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked some questions regarding pain in the legs, thighs etc.. and proceeded with some stretching, tapping and even tickling my feet! The good news is that my nerves are not involved seeing I don't get numbness or pins and needles in my legs and thighs.. It's very likely an old injury which occured some time ago. He calls it scarred muscle tissue and recommended Physiotherapy - the only way to help heal the wound... He sent me for an x-ray to double check on my spine.. So another round of q-ing up at the x-ray room before I head back to him to see my film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs left with the boys for an appointment with the real estate agent to look at a house here in BSD while I waited for my turn (seems ages) for the procedure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spine is in perfect condition although it is not very curved when laying down causing muscle spasms which doesn't help with the wound I already have. Now I understand why some days (and nights) my back is so sore I can't do much or sleep much for that matter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Rozman prescribed some medication to be taken when I start my physiotherapy - 5 sessions in 2 weeks and a follow up with him after. I've made my appointment for Thursday at 2pm for an assessment before they plan out what's right for me. Wish I could get it done tmr but since Hubs isn't ard til Wed, I'll just have to wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is excited to know what therapy is given to me, but also I'm a lil nervous of the procedure itself.. He did say I'm going to go through some pain, hence the medication.. how intense would it be? Guess I will find out soon! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-3212909391577502652?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3212909391577502652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=3212909391577502652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/3212909391577502652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/3212909391577502652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-my-aching-back.html' title='Oh, my aching back..'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-2638572403919299842</id><published>2009-06-30T12:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:00:57.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted list fulfilled..</title><content type='html'>.. well at least for now.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs decided to give in to my whims and bought me the Origins products I wanted for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the salesgirl advised me to take a different face serum and not from the Plantidote range which is supposedly more suitable for matured skin. *ahem* Seeing I'm not in the 'matured' category she recommended me the 'A Perfect World' face serum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/Skm8pMo4iVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/c9kIZhji8R8/s1600-h/org_04N901_tall_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353017048059906386" style="WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/Skm8pMo4iVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/c9kIZhji8R8/s320/org_04N901_tall_med.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~A Perfect World Face Serum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;White tea skin guardian. Protect your skin against the damaging effects of oxidative stress with the now-famous White Tea wonder. Creates a protective bubble around skin. Helps build skin's resistance to environmental damage and visible signs of aging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suitable for all skin types. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Comes in:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30ml (RM150)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50ml (RM200)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/Skm_FIkrV6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OgVRGdmi284/s1600-h/org_0AT601_tall_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353019727028115362" style="WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/Skm_FIkrV6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OgVRGdmi284/s320/org_0AT601_tall_med.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Plantidote Eye Serum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This visionary formula calms skin and helps break the cycle that can lead to unsightly eye area concerns, while creating an overall healthier-looking eye zone. It features Dr. Weil's proprietary Mega-Mushroom blend plus nature's most soothing extracts to help quell over-reactive skin. For anyone seeking a calmer, healthier looking eye area, it's a must-see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Best for sensitive skin. Suitable for all skin types.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Comes in: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15ml (RM200)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to take the 50ml face serum and both products came up to RM400 *faint* On top of these, the salesgirl gave me 2 packets of A Perfect World deep cleanser, a tiny tube of High Potency Night-a-Mins moisture cream, Modern Friction gentle dermabrasion and a 60min facial treatment worth RM80! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I gotta sayang my Hubby even more.. if not then he merajuk :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing on my wanted list was Original Source products which can only be found in the UK (as far as I know).. So happen that Kath was heading there for the holidays and I knew I had to ask her if she could help me find them ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully she did find all (bless her) except the Lavender and TeaTree shower gel (bummer!).. Nonetheless I'm very happy with the Mint and TeaTree range which was only RM5.70 each! At the same time, I have now influenced her to try out the products as well hehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So double joy for me to get the stuffs in my wanted list in the same week! woot! *silly dance* ;)&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/33987570-2638572403919299842?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2638572403919299842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=2638572403919299842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/2638572403919299842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/2638572403919299842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/wanted-list-fulfilled.html' title='Wanted list fulfilled..'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/Skm8pMo4iVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/c9kIZhji8R8/s72-c/org_04N901_tall_med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33987570.post-7214707220017819068</id><published>2009-06-28T09:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T09:48:08.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cotton Island Pt2</title><content type='html'>The two lil' ones went to bed almost immediately in the 1 queen size bed. We had to squeeze in to make space and get comfortable but we were already so tired it didn't matter. It rained heavily some time in the middle of the night making it all much nicer to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When morning came, Hubs and Buk went for breakfast while Kd and I slept a little longer. When I say a little longer, it really was! Kd woke up soon after they left much to my dismay.. What happened after breakfast? Yup, time to swim again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the rest of the morning in the sea and just lazing around. By 12ish we had to get ready, pack up and wait for our ride back to the jetty. Again Buk held on really tightly in the speedboat and Kd just chilled all the way.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't ready to head home yet, so we took a slow drive.. stopped by the roadside to get some keropok lekor.. went for lunch.. took the boys to a playground and had some goreng pisang, lekor and other snacks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only managed to get home close to midnight due to traffic congestion along the way. Boys slept throughout the journey while Hubs and I took turns driving. We were pretty exhausted by the time we got back but it was definitely an enjoyable adventure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-7214707220017819068?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7214707220017819068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=7214707220017819068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/7214707220017819068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/7214707220017819068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/cotton-island-pt2.html' title='Cotton Island Pt2'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-5150066792282765506</id><published>2009-06-23T13:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T09:11:26.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cotton Island Pt1</title><content type='html'>Ok ok it's called Pulau Kapas ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending 1 night at Kuala Terengganu town, we decided to check out every chalet in Pulau Kapas for a room (seeing we couldn't find one the night before..) and what luck! We managed to find one very last room at Chalet MakCik Gemuk =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off to the island from the jetty via speedboat and boy.. it was a pretty choppy ride! The waves were strong and we felt as though we were about to be thrown out of the boat with every crash.. Buk was nervous as he held on as tightly as possible to Hubs while Kd was enjoying the wind in his face lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys were really excited when we arrived and couldn't wait to play in the sand (we haven't even got to our room yet!) The room was made of wooden planks with a decent toilet, a tiny tv and fan. Good enough for us change, bathe and sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the next few hours exploring the island and swimming in the cool waters. Boys had their buckets, shovels and water cans with them and we tried building some sort of sand castle =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tough part was to get them out of the water! After much persuasion, I managed to get all 3 of them back to the room, showered and took their naps.. By evening, we went for dinner and the boys went back for a swim right after they ate! I stayed back and snapped some pretty photos of the sunset and enjoyed the cool breeze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-5150066792282765506?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5150066792282765506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=5150066792282765506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5150066792282765506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5150066792282765506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/cotton-island-pt1.html' title='Cotton Island Pt1'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-7508129659943937296</id><published>2009-06-21T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T08:16:20.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Today is Father's Day and I wanted to take my dad out for a durian feast at SS2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, he had a late lunch and wasn't up for it although I was glad he came to see us and spent some time with Buk (Kd was asleep hehe)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty upset that we didn't go for it - partly cause I've been craving for durians and also because I wanted to take him out to celebrate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he left, Hubs said I bullied my dad by making him come to us.. I don't think he would have said that if my dad didn't bring Buk's early birthday present and some clothes for the boys.. It's as though I made him bring those things on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty hurt at what he said because I genuinely wanted to bring my dad to have the feast as he's such a big fan of durians and I know we would enjoy ourselves. I hardly spend time with my dad because of our weird father-daughter relationship (will write about it some time later) and I want to try to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I got to see him and wished him Happy Fathers' Day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-7508129659943937296?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7508129659943937296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=7508129659943937296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/7508129659943937296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/7508129659943937296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-is-fathers-day-and-i-wanted-to.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-557762282831596579</id><published>2009-06-20T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:23:53.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our adventurous roadtrip</title><content type='html'>Pack up, honey we're going off tomorrow =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs and I couldn't decide on where to go for the school holidays so we ended up on a mini adventurous roadtrip to the East Coast. (I only packed on the day itself! - Call me lazybones ;) hehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Friday, we took our own sweet time procrastinating.. la di da.. then finally packed and ready to go (at 2pm! eeps..) Kd fell asleep almost immediately since he skipped his morning nap and didn't wake up til almost 3 hours later! Buk was yakking most of the way but did nap for a while (and so did I!) lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we hit Cherating, it was already 5+ but we continued on to Dungun where we found a mini-mall and filled our rumbling tummies =D With kids happily fed and freshen up, we continued on with our journey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paka was next and it was getting dark so we started looking out for a place to stay.. I think we must have tried asking a bezillion hotels, motels, chalets you name it, and they were all fully booked!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our last motel enquiry, Hubs met a young guy who suggested we hit to Kuala Terengganu town and try asking Felda Hotel or Seri Malaysia hotel (to my horror really since we have had a bad experience with Seri Malaysia Resort Port Dickson).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed optimistic and headed to KT town (which seemed forever from Paka lol!) while trying to book a room at Felda Hotel. They only allow walk-ins and would not let us reserve a room over the phone! My heart was racing by this time if you can imagine, thinking of all the people hunting for a room like we were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, and to our relief, we manage to get a room at Felda Hotel.. It was already slightly after 11pm! Hubs was so tired from all the driving and I just wanted to get out of the car and get the kids comfortable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.. before we could rest and relax, our room keycard was faulty!! Hubs called the reception and they sent someone up to get us another keycard.. So there we were, standing outside our welcoming room, carrying the boys as they slept (along with their dead weight) just waiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got in, we had a quick shower, changed the boys into their Pjs and totally just passed out at quarter after midnight.. Nice.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-557762282831596579?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/557762282831596579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=557762282831596579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/557762282831596579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/557762282831596579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-adventurous-roadtrip.html' title='Our adventurous roadtrip'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-5518757568915338974</id><published>2009-06-04T09:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:48:06.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click and Donate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;"You click, We Donate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the tagline to Digi's latest project where they are attempting to raise RM150k for charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit and choose your favourite charity and Digi will donate RM5 to your selected one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose Global Environment Center (GEC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know more, click here: &lt;a href="http://www.lovetosave.com.my/"&gt;http://www.lovetosave.com.my/&lt;/a&gt; or just go straight to support GEC, click here: &lt;a href="http://www.lovetosave.com.my/savenow-vote.php?cid=4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lovetosave.com.my/savenow-vote.php?cid=4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/Sic0q6ctpRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4-EvJhnWJqU/s1600-h/safe_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343297394747221266" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/Sic0q6ctpRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4-EvJhnWJqU/s320/safe_image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Quick! You only have til the 30th June.. And you can only donate once! Do your bit! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hint: Register with a different email address to donate more! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-5518757568915338974?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5518757568915338974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=5518757568915338974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5518757568915338974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5518757568915338974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/click-and-donate.html' title='Click and Donate!'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/Sic0q6ctpRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4-EvJhnWJqU/s72-c/safe_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33987570.post-3927111690379195902</id><published>2009-06-03T17:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:44:20.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PD Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures taken at PD beach =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343036578591114034" style="WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SiZHdajXgzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Mboec2fGY4M/s320/PDbeach2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peace, Dad! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343036010234487986" style="WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SiZG8VQlpLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YQ99dkjXtU4/s320/PDbeach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kd enjoying the waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343042693312752738" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SiZNBVqnLGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/WIw7tSw3OAI/s320/KDdrenched.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even when he got hit with a big one =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343039876030041602" style="WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SiZKdWeEjgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ohZAjLdaVI0/s320/KDickyhands.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Muddy icky fingers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SiZNiPUmfzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/sZGia1fltPg/s1600-h/All3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343043258545504050" style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SiZNiPUmfzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/sZGia1fltPg/s320/All3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The boys in my life ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SiZOSI-IJUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/KPD4yhg-s7o/s1600-h/crabby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343044081474348354" style="WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SiZOSI-IJUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/KPD4yhg-s7o/s320/crabby.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spot the crab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had great fun at the beach on that hot sunny Sunday ;) Kids refused to leave (yes, including the Daddy-kid lol!) but we were all pretty much burning under the scorching sun.. After our bath and lunch, we were all so red! Lobster family! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's good to be able to relax at the beach and swim in the cooling waters. Thankfully our beach spot was pretty clean despite the crowd.. It has gotten way too commercial.. Time to have our next trip to an island instead ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/33987570-3927111690379195902?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3927111690379195902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=3927111690379195902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/3927111690379195902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/3927111690379195902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/pd-trip.html' title='PD Trip'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SiZHdajXgzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Mboec2fGY4M/s72-c/PDbeach2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33987570.post-5908828091256391503</id><published>2009-06-02T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:30:59.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School holidays are here!</title><content type='html'>Yes, school's out (again...) for 2 weeks! Think I ought to come up with more productive and creative activities for the kiddies.. Buk is pretty fond of painting etc.. and I found some arts and crafts workshops and classes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Da Vinci Creative Arts (Bdr Sri Damansara - 03.62742668) &lt;a href="http://davinci.com.my/"&gt;http://davinci.com.my&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ~ Workshop on 11th June 09&lt;br /&gt;     i) RM150 for 4 hours (11am - 3pm)&lt;br /&gt;    ii) Inclusive of materials for 2 art projects&lt;br /&gt;   iii) Inclusive of lunch (McDs HappyMeal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ~ Classes (weekdays/weekends)&lt;br /&gt;     i) RM100 per month&lt;br /&gt;    ii) Once a week&lt;br /&gt;   iii) 1 1/2 hours per session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Da Vinci Creative Arts (Ikano Power Centre - 03.77254668) &lt;a href="http://davinci.com.my/"&gt;http://davinci.com.my&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ~ Workshop (only for age 5 and above) *Bummer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ~Classes (weekdays/weekends)&lt;br /&gt;     i) RM130 per month/RM360 per term (3 months)&lt;br /&gt;    ii) 1 1/2 hours per session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) The ArtWorkshop (DesaParkCity - 03.62807112)&lt;a href="http://artworkshop.com.my/artworkshop/Home.html"&gt;http://artworkshop.com.my/artworkshop/Home.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ~ Workshop (daily except Mondays)&lt;br /&gt;     i) RM50 per project&lt;br /&gt;    ii) 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ~Classes (iClay)&lt;br /&gt;     i) RM100 per month&lt;br /&gt;    ii) Once a week&lt;br /&gt;   iii) 1 hour per session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ~Classes (Arty)&lt;br /&gt;     i) RM120 per month (4classes)/RM80 per month (2 classes)&lt;br /&gt;    ii) Once a week&lt;br /&gt;   iii) 2 hours per session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D) GetCrafty (OneUtama - 03.77297155)&lt;br /&gt;     ~RM45 per session (1hour) - Advanced art projects&lt;br /&gt;     ~ RM25 per session (1 hour) - Simpler art projects&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Decisions..decisions.. Should we send him to either one? Still waiting for confirmation from his kindy. They're also organizing a workshop for only RM80 for 2 days, 2 1/2 hours each session. They're waiting for more kiddies to sign up.. But it's suppose to start on the 3rd.. That's tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-5908828091256391503?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5908828091256391503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=5908828091256391503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5908828091256391503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5908828091256391503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/school-holidays-are-here.html' title='School holidays are here!'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-8587573609519849207</id><published>2009-06-02T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:54:57.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An outdoor wedding and a lousy hotel Pt3</title><content type='html'>After taking some pictures with the happy couple, we bid adieu and left the beach house. Kids were pretty worn out by now so it was about time we head back to our musty hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the a/c on before we left and the room wasn't even cold when we returned! Hubs grumbled but decided to get the kiddies in bed first but what's with the cheering and laughing we hear outside our window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just our luck that a group of hotel guests were having some sort of karaoke birthday celebration at the patio! Right in front of our window! Good thing boys were too tired to be bothered by all the noise.. By now, Hubs and I were contemplating on changing hotels altogether. It was already past 10pm and the air was thinning due to poor ventilation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again Hubs called the reception and demanded for a new room and this time they agreed. We were doubtful it would be any different (since she mentioned 4 families have already changed rooms that day) but gave it a second chance anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gave us a new room 2 doors down and what lousy service they have. First she told Hubs someone will send us the new room key then 15 minutes later, she called again and told him to collect it from the front desk. Already tired and cranky, Hubs was in a lousy lousy mood.. I started packing up and ready to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came back shaking his head cuz the new room is the same! Musty and problematic a/c. I went to check it myself and overheard our next door neighbours with the same issue! That was it! I told Hubs to check in on another hotel cuz there's no way we're staying there for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at 11pm, we left Seri Malaysia Resort Hotel (after they refunded our money) and stayed at a motel instead. Cleaner, fresher and a working a/c. The motel was RM70 cheaper but with much proper room and service!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-8587573609519849207?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8587573609519849207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=8587573609519849207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/8587573609519849207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/8587573609519849207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/outdoor-wedding-and-lousy-hotel-pt3.html' title='An outdoor wedding and a lousy hotel Pt3'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-266824822410845623</id><published>2009-05-27T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:36:25.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An outdoor wedding and a lousy hotel Pt2</title><content type='html'>We arrived at the Dawood family beach house all ready to see the bride and groom and catch up with some old friends from school. Most of them looks familiar while some I can't quite remember lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were directed to the reception area in the backyard and man, I must say the place is HUGE! (And this is only the outdoor).. There was a nice big swimming pool, which made the boys really excited as they thought they were going for a swim! It was quite a challenge peeling them away from the water..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside the pool was a small table and chair where we wrote in the guestbook (Buk insisted he should write his own name - and he did, as big as possible.. taking up quite a bit of the page =p)&lt;br /&gt;A flight of steps led us to the garden filled with tables, chairs, 2 canopies for the caterers and deejays and a stage). Right in front of the garden is the beach. We enjoyed the sounds of the waves and the wind blowing in our hair while boys sat in a swing nearby. It was a lovely evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the crowd started pouring in and we see a few familiar faces.. Got ourselves a table while everyone waits for the bride and groom's memorable entrance. Kids were hungry so we got some food for them (although we should have waited hehe).. Then I saw Ridzwan on a bike.. Not any ordinary one but a classic old-school bike in mint condition. I thought to myself that's a darn cute looking bike lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the deejay announced the arrival of our dear lovebirds and how do you think they appeared? On the cool looking, classic, old-school, mint condition bike, of course! =D They went on the stage and thanked us for coming and a lil joke from Lan on how he's taken now (and he later said to me that he's now grown up when we met them) - Must have been something I said to him on FaceBook on his birthday last year ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're really happy for them.. On their union as a wedded couple. May Allah S.W.T blesses them and may they enjoy their new found bliss... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-266824822410845623?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/266824822410845623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=266824822410845623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/266824822410845623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/266824822410845623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/outdoor-wedding-and-lousy-hotel-pt2.html' title='An outdoor wedding and a lousy hotel Pt2'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-273196718131043941</id><published>2009-05-26T17:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:50:45.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An outdoor wedding and a lousy hotel Pt1</title><content type='html'>Hubs has been friends with Lan since primary and when we heard he's finally settling down, we were pretty stoked. We were invited to his family beach home in PD to celebrate the lovebirds' special night =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Saturday started off pretty slowly.. Did some laundry (it's neverending), settled the boys and took Kd to his Tumble Tots class while Buk spent some time with Hubs. Then we went for lunch and tried to tire out the boys so they can sleep on the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving at PD, we decided to look for Lan's place first before hunting for a hotel. His place is pretty secluded but we found it soon enough. Once we located the beach house, we headed on for a place for us to stay. Most hotels were fully booked, much to our dismay.. So when we found one available, we took up the room almost immediately (it was already 5.30pm and we were suppose to be at the reception in an hour! gasp..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly we didn't expect Seri Malaysia Resort Hotel to be such a disappointment. The moment Hubs opened our room door, a musty and stuffy smell greeted us. We brushed it off thinking it's probably because the air-cond has just started, we went ahead to refresh ourselves. We were in the room for about 30 mins and the air-cond was still blowing warm air.. That's when Hubs called the receptionist and requested for someone to take a look at it.. Waited for 15mins for the maintenance guy to arrive and only then he cleaned and refill gas for the outdoor unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs was pretty peeved by now and demanded for a new room but somehow the hotel staff was incredibly reluctant to let us change rooms! So we ended up stuck in the same room. The guy finished fixing the air-cond and told us to call the reception if it still doesn't work. (Should we be concerned by now? It's as though he expects the a/c not to work..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were already late for Lan's wedding but decided to hang on and wait for the a/c to work.. It was a little cold after the gas refill but we were not convinced it's working properly.. Hoping we were wrong, we left for the beach house half an hour late..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-273196718131043941?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/273196718131043941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=273196718131043941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/273196718131043941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/273196718131043941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/outdoor-wedding-beach-and-lousy-hotel.html' title='An outdoor wedding and a lousy hotel Pt1'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-9008926812818938238</id><published>2009-05-20T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:21:23.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It may have lied..</title><content type='html'>Hubs and I brought the boys to MidValley on Saturday for the Monsters and Dinosaurs showcase.. Nothing spectacular, really. Well except for Apatasourus' broken neck. It was mended with large tape and painted over with black paint =.= Kd Boy was excited cause he's such a big fan of dinos - he went running around naming them.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the showcase we went walking around in the mall and Buk spotted a weighing machine.. Thinking it was a fun ride (yes that's my silly boy) he wanted to give it a try. Since I had a few 20sen coins, we decided to have a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put the coin in and was so excited to see the lights come on and the scanner going left and right a few times when it finally settled on.. 15kg. He squealed with glee and told us to try lol! Next up was Kd Boy but scanner didn't stop for the longest time! =D Was it because he was too light? Surely he can't be less than 5kg lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took him off the machine and stepped on it myself and hold my breath for the dreaded results. The scanner then stopped at 50kg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50kg?? What's happened to the rest of me? The blurbblurb kg I had on a few months ago? Surely I didn't lose that much weight in the short span of time.. Especially when I hardly go to the gym or do any sort of workout at home.. Well except being a 'playground' for the boys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe the machine for one bit.. I shall look for another weighing scale to find out my actual weight. Seriously. It definitely may have lied..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-9008926812818938238?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9008926812818938238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=9008926812818938238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/9008926812818938238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/9008926812818938238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-may-have-lied.html' title='It may have lied..'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-3821814840917904213</id><published>2009-05-19T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:00:10.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A 'Grown up' Conversation</title><content type='html'>Whilst driving home, Buk asked if he could sleep in our room tonight.. I reminded him that he's only allowed to have a 'sleepover' on Fridays and Saturdays. (It's like a lil' weekend treat for him lol..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the conversation went like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I can sleep in your room when I'm a father, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Huh? Father?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yea because I'll be too tall for my bed. And Daddy sleeps in your room because he can't fit in a small bed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard not to laugh at his straightforward answer lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started explaining to him how when he's a father he'll have his own family.. his own home and room and a big bed to sleep in (Gee.. I can't bring myself to think of him as a grown up).. Then he said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Oh then I don't have to go to school anymore, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Laughs* Yeah you'd be working by then.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ok then I don't have to sleep in your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No, baby.. You'll have your own when you're a grown up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Oh.. Look Kd Boy! A cement mixer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well.. That ended our 'grown up' conversation lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-3821814840917904213?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3821814840917904213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=3821814840917904213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/3821814840917904213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/3821814840917904213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/grown-up-conversation.html' title='A &apos;Grown up&apos; Conversation'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-9176665459593108919</id><published>2009-05-15T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:45:54.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm pregnant..</title><content type='html'>well at least I was in my dreams.. (gotcha!) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my 5th month and went to see Prof Siti (as I did with my first and second pregnancy) and again she was surprised to see me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being pregnant with the first two had been wonderful despite the weight gain lol! I didn't experience terrible nausea and loved feeling the baby's kicks and movements in my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would love to be blessed with a baby girl not because family members keep pestering us for one (as though it's as easy as pressing a button on a vendor machine and out comes the soda you want) but more of a completion as a family. The idea of a lil' sister for the boys just feels right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I would love to get pregnant again but some things are definitely holding us back. It's not quite the time yet to have another addition as Hubs just went through a 'bidding game' with 2 different companies (finally settling on one and moving on).. Boys' school fees are going through the roof.. Plans of buying a landed property and a new car in the works.. The current uncertainty of the economy status just makes things uneasy for us not to mention the global warming as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock is ticking as Kd is getting older and we don't prefer a wide age gap.. Maybe in another year or so til we actually decides on Project Baby =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-9176665459593108919?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9176665459593108919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=9176665459593108919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/9176665459593108919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/9176665459593108919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-pregnant.html' title='I&apos;m pregnant..'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-5650383973085349871</id><published>2009-05-07T10:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:42:49.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My beanie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Forever 21 purple beanie arrived yesterday ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SgJFztPd-OI/AAAAAAAAAIU/xvksXa-U4mI/s1600-h/070520091391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332901663380207842" style="WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SgJFztPd-OI/AAAAAAAAAIU/xvksXa-U4mI/s320/070520091391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a nice shade of purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SgJFz5--mYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/w-kSsLvgXbU/s1600-h/070520091400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332901666800703874" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SgJFz5--mYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/w-kSsLvgXbU/s320/070520091400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I likey! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The postman left the package in my mailbox instead of delivering it to my doorstep and I was waiting in vain.. Thankfully I decided to check my box and voila! there's my beanie baby =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SgJKGh26aQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/J9hJfRZbrcw/s1600-h/070520091407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332906384788449538" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SgJKGh26aQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/J9hJfRZbrcw/s320/070520091407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kd wanted to try it on too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-5650383973085349871?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5650383973085349871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=5650383973085349871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5650383973085349871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5650383973085349871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-beanie.html' title='My beanie!'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SgJFztPd-OI/AAAAAAAAAIU/xvksXa-U4mI/s72-c/070520091391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33987570.post-1364896128784569788</id><published>2009-05-06T17:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:01:54.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-Men Origins: Wolverine..</title><content type='html'>is an awesome movie! Not only because there's Hugh Jackman (hubba-hubba!) but the visual effects were real cool and the rest of the cast played their characters really well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my fave movies of the year! It has a good storyline along with sleek fighting scenes, I would definitely want to watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we couldn't conceal the affects Wolverine had on us with his manly swagger and goofy hair, he looks darn good with and without clothes.. *swoon*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Liev Schreiber as SabreTooth suited him well.. He brought out the hungry killing machine in the character with a twist of brotherly bond with Logan. And who would have thought Will.I.Am turns out to be a pretty talented actor? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the part where Gambit showed his skills with the playcards when fighting with Wolverine and the thing he does with his stick.. Coolness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I thought Weapon XI was played by Ryan Reynolds, but in fact it was carried out by Scott Adkins who was in Bourne Ultimatum and Undisputed Trilogy. He's an English actor and a martial arts pro ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure most of the girls cussed at Lynn Collins (who plays Kayla Silverfox - Wolverine's love interest) during the more intimate moment scenes lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how Hugh Jackman gets so buffed and sculpted but he sure is good to drool I mean look at ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 thumbs up for the good work on X-Men Origins: Wolverine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-1364896128784569788?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1364896128784569788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=1364896128784569788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/1364896128784569788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/1364896128784569788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/x-men-origins-wolverine.html' title='X-Men Origins: Wolverine..'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-7121143437171703621</id><published>2009-05-01T17:51:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:50:49.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding Kd's language</title><content type='html'>We always thought KD Boy was a wee bit slow in speaking (compared to his brother who could form simple sentences at 21 mths) but when he did pick up.. oh boy did he pick it up well. Some time after CNY he ditched his baby talk and spoke words we could actually understand. In that few months, he also learnt all his ABCs and 123s from his brother! (The wonders of having an older sibling lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still have trouble understanding him at times.. especially words that sound similar and those which starts with 'S'.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once he was saying bird..fly..dai! I went 'die'? No.. dai! At that moment I was scrambling my brain trying to figure out what he was saying then it occured to me.. Sky! Lol! Yup bird fly in the sky.. not die.. duh! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently Buk screamed 'monster! monster!' while running away from Hubs and KD happily joined in the fun. Hubs and I rolled with laughter when we heard KD cuz he went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331598989761712242" style="WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/Sf2lCH2UEHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8oMlCGYMNOk/s320/010520091349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Monjer! Monjer!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/Sf2lCH4hxYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/C6B_XMYfEW8/s1600-h/010520091374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331598989770999170" style="WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/Sf2lCH4hxYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/C6B_XMYfEW8/s320/010520091374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And this is after we got rid of the 'Monjer' Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He can also name all his favourite Tranformers characters (shortened, of course) and what they transform into hehe. My boys are such Tranformers fans that we have so many of the toys it's like an invasion. (Ok admittedly both Mummy and Daddy are big fans too ;D) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And my lil chipmunk adores his dinosaurs books and toys. His favourite? Tritops (Triceratops!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-7121143437171703621?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7121143437171703621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=7121143437171703621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/7121143437171703621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/7121143437171703621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/understanding-kds-language.html' title='Understanding Kd&apos;s language'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/Sf2lCH2UEHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8oMlCGYMNOk/s72-c/010520091349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33987570.post-2489632957126974531</id><published>2009-05-01T09:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:58:33.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports' Day</title><content type='html'>This year, Buk's kindy decides to have the annual Sports' Day within the school compound. Last year, it was held at a community hall where it was hot and congested and cranky kids screaming their heads off. It was quite chaotic with the parents rushing their kids out of there as soon as it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the kindy isn't very big, having the events inside the compound proved to be well organized and much more fun. The facilitators came up with a proper schedule where each age group took turns with their events. I think most parents preferred it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for me, I missed Buk's events! Rushing from sending Hubs to his conference and getting stuck in 2 different traffic jams, I only made it in time for the trophy and picture taking ceremony =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/Sfpb7kWip4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/MNyf0TekY4k/s1600-h/300420091315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330674187875035010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/Sfpb7kWip4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/MNyf0TekY4k/s320/300420091315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buk with his classmates lining up for trophy ceremony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SfpjlMkT2qI/AAAAAAAAAGs/N5gZ6Ksk_OY/s1600-h/300420091321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330682599626234530" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SfpjlMkT2qI/AAAAAAAAAGs/N5gZ6Ksk_OY/s320/300420091321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Buk with his trophy. Erm it's terbalik dear =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He enjoyed his Sports' Day and was beaming when he took home his trophy. I hope we won't miss the next one! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-2489632957126974531?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2489632957126974531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=2489632957126974531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/2489632957126974531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/2489632957126974531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/sports-day.html' title='Sports&apos; Day'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/Sfpb7kWip4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/MNyf0TekY4k/s72-c/300420091315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33987570.post-5729050827749365374</id><published>2009-04-29T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:40:14.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes..</title><content type='html'>..May!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First two weeks are already filled with activities and celebrations.. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography workshop with Andy continues this Saturday morning for our outdoor session (pray it doesn't rain!) at the Lembah Kiara Recreational Park. The basic DSLR session held indoors was very informative and interesting.. I'm really looking forward to this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after that is shopping session for ThreadBarn! =D I'm so excited to finally be able to set a date with L to replenish the blogshop. Honestly, we're running low on items and it's getting kinda stale ;p It's sorta retail therapy for me as well since I've been resisting shopping temptations lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday morning, we're taking Kd to sign up for TumbleTots! =D We've decided to just let him go for physical play since he did so well in LetterLand.. This boy needs to socialize with children his age! Can you believe only 2 years old and already refusing to join in with the kiddies? (although he enjoys mixing around with older kids!) Lil tyrant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tues (crosses fingers) is our lil girls' night out for our drool fest ;) Wolverine.. yum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 7th May marks our 5th wedding anniversary! We've been together for 12 years.. time does fly.. Numerous ups and downs of course, and lately a lot of frustrated, wish-we-could-strangle-each-other moments. Think we need to step back, breathe and look at the bigger picture. If we made it through so much in the past years, I'm sure we can hang in there for a lot more =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday is Mothers' Day! Lunch with mum and gang is the usual plan.. Followed by dinner with dad and step-mum.. Oh wait.. there's also mother-in-law.. Hmm probly dinner on Saturday? =D Celebrations overload!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next after that weekend? Hopefully Hubs get to have his break from work and go on a family holiday! Buk will be having school holidays afterall ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-5729050827749365374?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5729050827749365374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=5729050827749365374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5729050827749365374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5729050827749365374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-comes.html' title='Here comes..'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-5961597239253726162</id><published>2009-04-28T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:22:32.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drool fest!</title><content type='html'>When I first saw the tv ad for X-Men Origins:Wolverine, I knew I had to watch the movie at the cinema. Huge screen means better view of the yummylicious Hugh Jackman (sigh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time Hubs and I went for a movie was for my birthday (thanks to Lia for babysitting the boys) and before that were kiddie movies with the boys =D (yeah that's us ever since having kids lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Lia suggested a girl's night out to watch the buffed and sculpted and charming and yummy erm movie hehe.. Of course I was up for it, are you kidding? =D Forget bout Hubs! Who else to share the drool fest with if not with those who share the same crazy pandemonium?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for our movie night! Lia suggested we bring buckets just in case tissues or hanky won't be enough but when D mentioned uncensored scenes in the movie, I think we need to sit in a tub! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-5961597239253726162?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5961597239253726162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=5961597239253726162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5961597239253726162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5961597239253726162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/drool-fest.html' title='Drool fest!'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-7891631685120568214</id><published>2009-04-24T09:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:37:19.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My shoe obsession</title><content type='html'>I have a weakness for shoes. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From shopping in shoe shops to exploring the online shoe world, I just can't help ogling and salivating over them. (High heels and boots in particular) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first saw the pair of Aldo boots in FaceBook's Shoes application, I just had to hunt for them. Soon enough I found the gorgeous pair in Aldo 1Utama (what luck!) tried it on and immediately in NEED to own it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SfEbdcHjJ2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/BW34kt6hpfo/s1600-h/app_full_proxy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328070026734020450" style="WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SfEbdcHjJ2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/BW34kt6hpfo/s320/app_full_proxy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked it so much I didn't care about the fact that they were 1size too small (and forget bout the price!). Call me crazy but I convinced myself the boots would stretch and fit me.. eventually =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I started exploring the online world and discovered this lovely baby...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SfEd9lF-RWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GFxZneiwE0s/s1600-h/white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328072777922397538" style="WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SfEd9lF-RWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GFxZneiwE0s/s320/white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture credited to duskywings&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple yet sweet and I do like white shoes =) Arranged for purchase and meet-up with the blogshop owner almost immediately and I just fell in love with the pair.. Unfortunately, after wearing them just two times, this happened..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SfEXFrr57kI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Rjv383VTtYA/s1600-h/100220091183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328065220549668418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SfEXFrr57kI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Rjv383VTtYA/s320/100220091183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was devastated! How in the world did the heel break? I really fancied them. Nonetheless, I contacted the seller and she was very understanding and willing to pay me back my money. To heal my heartbreak, (and also to stop looking like a fool walking around barefoot in a mall..) I went and looked for another pair.. So this lovely white pair of White Angela is replaced with.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328077784311573602" style="WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SfEig_WKrGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/h1ht7hC_3IM/s320/060220091171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I found this in Opera shoe shop in 1Utama and they cost slightly more than White Angela.. =)&lt;br /&gt;Although it wasn't a good experience for me to buy shoes online, I wanted to give others a chance. I found this site which custom designs canvas shoes called tenladytoes (&lt;a href="http://tenladytoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tenladytoes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) and most of their designs are oh so cute! Told my sister about it and we both ordered our respective shoes =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SfEj2G_GukI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TtCNIVd3d50/s1600-h/P030309_01.55%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328079246651210306" style="WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SfEj2G_GukI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TtCNIVd3d50/s320/P030309_01.55%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they cute? TLT had 2 different designs which I liked and decided to combine them and came up with this. Although I preferred more 'grass' and 'swirls' I was happy with them. TLT did a good job and are very pleasant sellers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon find myself in a shoe frenzy and constantly in search of new ones. Along came the Bradshaws epidemic! Everyone was talking about (and not just in the online world) and when I saw the design, I practically swooned! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But since we can only pre-order them from the blogshops (imported from the US) I was in doubt.. Not because of trust issues, but the shoe sizes differ from the ones we have here. Think I kept visiting the blogshops just to drool over the Bradshaws for weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, I found someone reselling hers in size 7 (which was my size) and this time, I could try on and check out the quality before purchasing them. Guess what I did? ;) My own pair of purple Bradshaws!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SfEmm31O13I/AAAAAAAAAEs/7iZsXESsoVY/s1600-h/imagesCAPL4FDG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328082283420112754" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SfEmm31O13I/AAAAAAAAAEs/7iZsXESsoVY/s320/imagesCAPL4FDG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hard not to admire! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all these news shoes, the older ones are pretty neglected and Hubs has been complaining.. I don't blame him but he should see this coming ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SfEpftyfvYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uulen53ilbY/s1600-h/louboutin_heels_balck_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328085459000081794" style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SfEpftyfvYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uulen53ilbY/s320/louboutin_heels_balck_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new obsession!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-7891631685120568214?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7891631685120568214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=7891631685120568214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/7891631685120568214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/7891631685120568214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='My shoe obsession'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SfEbdcHjJ2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/BW34kt6hpfo/s72-c/app_full_proxy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33987570.post-3089452704685632254</id><published>2009-04-22T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:33:51.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day!</title><content type='html'>All of us should celebrate Earth Day every day! Conserve energy, eat organic foods and use non-chemical cleaning agents. Ok I admit organic products are pricey but the Earth clearly needs a break from humans' carbon footprint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I calculated my carbon footprint (&lt;a href="http://www.carbonfootprint.com/calculator.aspx"&gt;http://www.carbonfootprint.com/calculator.aspx&lt;/a&gt;) and it's not pretty. Driving my car emits carbon monoxide which is probably the major harm to the Earth. Other than that is the lack of consuming organic food and it is a BIG difference.&lt;br /&gt;We are unsure on how much chemicals and pesticides are used by farmers on our vegetables and hormones injected into chicks to boost growth.&lt;br /&gt;Organic poultry are as natural as possible because the animals are corn-fed or are grown at their own pace hence safer for us to eat and healthier for the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not used chemical products to clean my house since last year. My boys had atopic eczema when they were younger and I myself have sensitive skin, I've opted to use only baking soda with distilled white vinegar and lemons. They clean well and because they are natural mineral and ingredients, no harmful gases are released in the air (which thins the ozone layer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also decided not to fix my vacuum cleaner since it broke down because not only does it use a lot of electricity, it's actually harmfully emitting tiny dust particles as you use. Sweeping (although it does cause dust to fly, it's still tolerable) and mopping is efficient to keep the house clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Try not to use plastic bags except Tesco's biodegrable ones. I have so many useful canvas bags, they're a gem! Oh, I've switched to plant based dishwashing liquid and add baking soda and vinegar into my laundry for cleaner and fresher clothes. You may think they don't clean all that well but believe me, they do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking of converting my black thrash can into a compost bin but not quite sure where to start and whether it's a good idea seeing that we stay in an apartment. I would really love to recycle every single thing that can be recycled.. Be it cans, paper, plastic even leftover foods. What could be more thoughtful and safer to protect our dear Planet Earth? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Earth Day! May we stick to our good habits and love love love the Earth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-3089452704685632254?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3089452704685632254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=3089452704685632254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/3089452704685632254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/3089452704685632254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/earth-day.html' title='Earth Day!'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-6694030013709020712</id><published>2009-04-20T11:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:02:39.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's been going on..</title><content type='html'>I have been pretty busy lately &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ok ok been lazy to write an entry here hehe).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been going on? Hmm lets's see.. Kd Boy turned 2 on the 7th of March..&lt;br /&gt;Lisha n I started on a new project called ThreadBarn (&lt;a href="http://threadbarn.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://threadbarn.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) where we hunt for exquisite, unique clothings and accessories and sell them on the blogshop. Right now, we're in the midst of creating our own versatile piece but have hit a small blunder. Sigh.. We will make it work! (as Tim Gunn says it =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stopped keywording for Alfred to focus on managing ThreadBarn but am thinking of resuming it.. The online shopping world hasn't been very kind to us.. Things are moving pretty slowly and honestly, I'm a little frustrated. (Alright let's face it, I'm always frustrated with everything going on around me =D) But I would like to see our sales move at a consistent rate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Kd Boy for a trial class at TumbleTots couple of weeks ago.. He did better in LetterLand than I have expected. He was very responsive and enjoyed the arts and crafts session. During physical play however, he was a little anti-social =D Climbing and tumbling are his faves but he just refused to join in with the group! Preferred to climb on the stations on his own and didn't have the patience to wait in line sigh.. So like his daddy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potty training has begun! Lots of accidents in the first week but he's doing well now.. Sometimes he tends to forget (esp when the TV's on!) and gives his Mummy (and Aunty Eea!) some extra work to do.. Better start training him now so Hubs and I can save on day-time diapers. Night time training would be another challenge and another chapter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khalis has been doing very well in kindy.. His teacher has nothing but praises on his work and behaviour, I'm so proud of him! Been very helpful with his friends and always the first to volunteer to carry the utensils during snack time. He does drive me up the wall with his constant complaining and whinging nature at home.. I guess he can't help it.. Or it's just become a habit =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeapFrog SchoolHouse has been put on hold due to unforeseen circumstances sigh.. Mr.Teh has moved on to another company and is planning on reviving the school with his new group. Well, keeping my fingers crossed for good news from him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-6694030013709020712?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6694030013709020712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=6694030013709020712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/6694030013709020712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/6694030013709020712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-been-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s been going on..'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-5563740912072456222</id><published>2009-02-05T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:25:48.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday, to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's now 25mins past midnight and I'm still sitting in front of my pc trying to finish up my work.. *Yawn* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bear cubs and Big Bear are asleep.. I should head to bed too.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheers to 26! *Woohoo*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-5563740912072456222?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5563740912072456222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=5563740912072456222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5563740912072456222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5563740912072456222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-year.html' title='Another year!'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-5292472383886611876</id><published>2009-01-30T09:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T10:19:21.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My latest toy</title><content type='html'>Phone conversation with my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: Hi, Dee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dad: Ah Yan, ah Dee here ar.. What you want for your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: Har? Birthday ar.. Errr I'm not sure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(He caught me offguard as I wasn't expecting that question)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: Oh, oh I want a camera! A Nikon D60 would be nice.. Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dad: A camera? What for? You use wan meh? When you gonna use it? Why you want it for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes he likes to interrogate me that way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: Hehe.. Err.. Use to take pictures? Haha.. It's ok Dee, you can get me anything. I don't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dad: Hmmph.. Ok lah I'll see what I can find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: Ok, Dee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After we hung up I didn't think much of it cause I wasn't expecting him to look for what I wanted. When he said 'I'll see what I can find', I assumed he meant looking for something totally non-camera related.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day he called again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Me: Hi, Dee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dad: Ah Yan ar.. Daddy got you an Olympus camera. Better than the Nikon one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Me: Har?? Really? Haha I was just kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dad: Yeah it's your birthday present so it's ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Me: Hehe ok thanks Dee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my Dad bought me an Olympus E420 DSLR. It comes with a twin kit lens and a camera bag. He also bought me an 8gb memory card and he was clear to let me know how much it cost! =D So typical of him but I'm thankful and yes a little spoilt as well. The precious pressie is worth RM2300 ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-5292472383886611876?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5292472383886611876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=5292472383886611876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5292472383886611876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5292472383886611876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-latest-toy.html' title='My latest toy'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-5684994144031738535</id><published>2009-01-30T09:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T09:47:35.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment to pray</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my mum received grieving news of her 2nd sister's death. I was about to leave to her place and carpool to visit my grandma in Puchong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt has been in and out of hospitals for the past few months due to her kidney problems and colon cancer. She had one of her kidneys removed recently and was on a long-course of medication. She was admitted again on the 1st day of CNY and took her last breath Thursday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't want to upset my grandma so no one told her of the news but when we went to see her, she was crying and told us that she dreamt of her daughter's death. My mum and I looked at each other - wide-eyed. She then said you don't have to tell me, I already know she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment my senile grandma seemed to have come alive from the clouds in her head. She who has trouble remembering me and most of her grandchildren (and great-grandchildren for that matter) and has been acting like a child again, spoke with such grief and normalcy - it was somehow a comforting moment for me to see her in her usual self as how I remember her to be when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a part gloomy start to the year of the Ox and I'm definitely looking for a brighter and happier note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-5684994144031738535?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5684994144031738535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=5684994144031738535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5684994144031738535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5684994144031738535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/moment-to-pray.html' title='A moment to pray'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-1612269680996930449</id><published>2009-01-30T08:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T09:11:58.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>Our 1st day started out slow with the kids getting up early, breakfast and so on.. Khalis refused to wish us Gong Xi Fa Chai.. Instead he says Happy Chinese New Year! Such a mat salleh boy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got ready to leave for CNY lunch at my dad's in Sunway. Every time we meet up with my dad's side of uncles and aunts, I can't help but feel anxious. I know Hubby doesn't really enjoy seeing them because of their drinking habits and loudness and I always wonder what could possibly happen this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year my dad offered to get us KFC cuz of the non-halal food which was fine.. Only thing is that there were plates of fried pork on the table where we were eating! Hubby and I just kept quiet although we felt uneasy throughout lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, they prepared a separate pot of soup and some prawns, fish and abalone ala steamboat style for us which was very sweet of them indeed. BUT... my dear cousin brought his dog over and it started sniffing at our feet the moment we arrived. Don't get me wrong I love dogs but we try to teach the boys that we shouldn't play with them because of our religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is that they were feeding the poor dog beer!! Great! Beer and dog in the house! It was woozy after a while and they put him in the garden. I felt so uncomfortable sitting on the sofa and trying not to think of where the dog has been. Kids were playing on the floor it was just icky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mycousin's gf (who only found out we're Muslims while we were there) then said smthg like 'let's just go-lah! The dog so troublesome!' This was after the dog came in again and Kd wanted to touch it and out of reaction I pulled him back and told him no touch. Kd bawled thinking I scolded him. They left soon after.. Not that I want to complain but where's the courtesy and respect? Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem bout commenting on the liquors (and now dogs) to my family cause I don't want to turn out to be the 'mar fan' one. I've tried suggesting having dinners at halal restaurants but only to fall on deaf ears. Hence, we try to avoid big family dinners for the sake of our sanity and we rather makan with dad alone (or with my siblings and stepmum). I want my boys to spend time with their koong-koong as much as possible in a comfortable and 'clean' environment =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-1612269680996930449?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1612269680996930449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=1612269680996930449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/1612269680996930449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/1612269680996930449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-7964765368337243783</id><published>2009-01-20T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:28:23.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smurf or chipmunk?</title><content type='html'>Kd boy will turn 2 in March but he's still as small as ever. He's standing at 83cm tall and weighing at only 9.5kg! That's a mere 0.3kg as compared to 4 months ago.. I took him to the clinic today since he woke up crying and tugging at his ears.. He was in a pretty lousy mood that poor boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully doc prescribed him some antibiotics and paracetamol to counter attack the ear infection before it worsens (that would be incredibly painful and uncomfortable!). Doc was quite surprised at his weight gain (or the lack of it) but assures me that as long as he's eating well and consistently active, I shouldn't worry too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little smurf (as Lia's Hubby calls him although he reminds me more of Alvin the Chipmunk) may be small but he has a temper (oh yes he does!) and don't think about bullying him cause he can shove and smack you silly =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-7964765368337243783?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7964765368337243783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=7964765368337243783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/7964765368337243783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/7964765368337243783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/smurf-or-chipmunk.html' title='Smurf or chipmunk?'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-774702398020802217</id><published>2009-01-16T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:17:56.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams..</title><content type='html'>My dreams have been a little whacky lately.. Almost too dramatic I can write short scripts with them! But there's one recurring dream (almost like a movie, really). which puzzles me. It's with the same guy and I get this dream every few weeks.. From dating and flirting to having a relationship with him (yet all this while I am married with kids so it's an affair! Gasp!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In real life, he's a good friend from high school who is humble and sweet. Admittedly, he's a catcher (yes girls do get attracted to him immediately) but as well as I know, he and I would never be an item (if I were single that is!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are my dreams telling me? That I had a crush on him but never realized it? Or he's had a crush on me but never revealed it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams last night, I was over at his house just cuddling and having a good conversation.  We were affectionate but not in a sexual way.. I woke up feeling guilty as though it really happened! Maybe it's the lack of cuddling with Hubby lately that resulted in these telling dreams.. He's been back late and sometimes I sleep early and most nights we're staring at our notebooks trying to finish up our work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shrugs* Maybe dramatic people like me gets dramatic dreams, eh? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-774702398020802217?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/774702398020802217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=774702398020802217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/774702398020802217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/774702398020802217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams.html' title='Dreams..'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-6049654479618250853</id><published>2009-01-12T15:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:29:01.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...and here's 2009...</title><content type='html'>So much has happened since my last entry.. Some good.. some not so good.. Some happy days and a lot of 'I wanna tear my hair out' days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, boys are bickering on a daily basis.. Kd has such a stubborn streak (not from me, really!) followed by his foul temper. He's started throwing things when he doesn't get his way and screams bloody murder at his brother for taking something away from him (understandably it is annoying when that happens).. He's almost 2 now but he still can't form simple sentences.. Actually he still can't quite say a lot of things except for his famous exasperated 'NO...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khalis started his 4 year old class and he's enjoying it.. no problems there.. (phew!) He's also learned the art of scrunching up his face when he's angry while folding his arms at chest.. as well as throwing a fit (yes screaming, stomping, flailing arms etc..) when things don't go his way (especially when he has to leave the playground or when he's enjoying a certain activity)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do drive me nuts and sometimes I feel numbed to their squabbling.. I can't scream when they're screaming cause obviously they won't hear me (or choose not to!) so I just have to breathe.. get myself together and wait til they're done.. Usually it works depending on how long-winded they can get..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely a challenge these days with these monsters of mine.. They both need constant affection but they become possessive when I cuddle with one.. It sure is tough to spend equal amount with 2.. I've tried taking Khalis out on a 1-on-1 date and he really enjoys his Mummy-time.. I should do it often..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would think I'm a good mother but I know there's plenty of room to improve.. Bringing up well-mannered, good behaviour, positive and happy kids are such an importance - it's in overdrive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish it would be a great 2009 filled with laughter and happy tears =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-6049654479618250853?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6049654479618250853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=6049654479618250853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/6049654479618250853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/6049654479618250853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-heres-2009.html' title='...and here&apos;s 2009...'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-7351606515786376552</id><published>2008-10-13T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:41:41.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auditions!</title><content type='html'>A talent scout spotted Kayden at 1Utama and gave me a note from her company stating "...looking for cute and cheerful babies to appear in a TV commercial for a popular baby product.." I couldn't help but snicker at the word 'cheerful' cause as cute as he may be, Kd's not entirely a cheerful baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gave her my name and contact number nonetheless and felt a little excited after. Kd boy going for his 1st TV commercial audition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to call up and arrange for the audition today. I must have changed my boys' clothes a thousand times before settling with a blue polo shirt and jeans for Kd and a collar shirt and khaki shorts for Khalis.. Then we were ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally found a nice parking spot after almost 30mins and proceeded up to the studio. When we got there, the casting manager decided to cast Khalis as well! Woohoo, this would be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Fira (the photographer) took some pictures of Khalis but the the cheeky boy kept making funny faces and sticking out his tongue. She managed to get some nice head shots and continued to record a video of him. He had to answer simple questions such as his name, age and what he likes. "Fire fighter truck" was his answer and started zooming around the room making siren noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Kd's turn and oh boy was he a tough one to work with! =D He refused to sit on the stool for his head shots so Fira decided to videotape him first instead. I was encouraging him to play with some toys, clap his hands and look happy and it didn't go down too well.. After a while he just got tired of being told what to do and started squealing and throwing tantrum especially when they needed him to drink from a sippy cup.. We bribed him with raisins just to get a headshot of him! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour plus went by and we couldn't get Kd to do much anymore. My headache was getting worse so we decided to wrap things up.. Their pictures and videos would be reviewed by the client (Dumex) and we'll just have to wait and see if they are shortlisted for the commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to experience this with my boys. Although a little tiring, it was quite fun! Reminds me of my personal portfolio days =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my fingers crossed and hope to hear good news from Talent Gallery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-7351606515786376552?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7351606515786376552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=7351606515786376552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/7351606515786376552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/7351606515786376552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/auditions.html' title='Auditions!'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-1026671790145079560</id><published>2008-10-13T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:04:59.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya 08</title><content type='html'>Raya '08 was slow and quiet,&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Johor on a 4 hour drive..&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at Aunty Chah's&lt;br /&gt;With all her cats and chicks,&lt;br /&gt;While the others stayed at Tok Bak's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 1st day of Raya,&lt;br /&gt;The boys woke up early,&lt;br /&gt;Screamed down the house,&lt;br /&gt;Looking for little kitty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dragged ourselves up grumpily,&lt;br /&gt;Got ready and drove up to Tok Bak's crib,&lt;br /&gt;There the men went to pray at the mosque,&lt;br /&gt;The women stayed in and got the meals ready..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all was set we ate heartily,&lt;br /&gt;Although the food was a little too heavy,&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for 'duit raya'&lt;br /&gt;And salams and forgiveness from one another..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we went to visit the others,&lt;br /&gt;And again we ate as much as we can take,&lt;br /&gt;Then it's back to dear Aunty Chah's&lt;br /&gt;And give our tummy a little break..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day was not much different,&lt;br /&gt;Visiting relatives and eating all kinds of dishes,&lt;br /&gt;Went to the salon and coloured my hair,&lt;br /&gt;Came back looking a little tad younger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys had fun playing with their aunts and uncles,&lt;br /&gt;And traumatized the cats as they went along,&lt;br /&gt;Not giving the chickens a chance either,&lt;br /&gt;Calling and coo cooing as loud as they can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 6pm we got ready to leave,&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get some non-Raya food,&lt;br /&gt;And so we took a very slow drive,&lt;br /&gt;And konked out in front of the TV&lt;br /&gt;With some KFC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-1026671790145079560?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1026671790145079560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=1026671790145079560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/1026671790145079560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/1026671790145079560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/raya-08.html' title='Raya 08'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-1606148415866244842</id><published>2008-10-13T18:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:09:02.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Differents bags of things</title><content type='html'>A whole fasting month passed so quickly, it was time for me to pack our bags and get ready for our 4 hour long journey down to Johor. Wanna have a peek at the things I've packed for the 4 of us for our 3 days, 2 nights stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I start with 5 bags: Duffle bag for me and Hubby. A carrier bag for kids. A bagpack for kids snacks, toys and books. Diaper bag for cold drinks and extra clothes and diapers (for Kd) and a bag for foldable mattress, rubber mat, bedsheet and baby quilt. (We set a mini bed at the back of our car for Khalis to sleep in when he wants to be more comfy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrier bag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Khalis)&lt;/em&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;6 sets of pjs (just in case he pee on the bed at night)&lt;br /&gt;1 set of baju melayu&lt;br /&gt;1 set of collar shirt and pants&lt;br /&gt;4 shirts, 4 pairs of pants and 5 pairs of undies&lt;br /&gt;Towel, toothbrush and toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;His fave toys and books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Kayden)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 sets of pjs&lt;br /&gt;1 set of baju melayu&lt;br /&gt;1 set of collar shirt and pants&lt;br /&gt;5 shirts, 5 pairs of pants (this boy can get himself dirty pretty easily!)&lt;br /&gt;Towel, toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;Blankie (a must!)&lt;br /&gt;His fave toys and books&lt;br /&gt;A bag of diapers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diaper bag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 mini cartons of Milo&lt;br /&gt;3 mini cartons of apple juice&lt;br /&gt;1 box of leftover donuts and banana cake&lt;br /&gt;2 sets of shirts and pants for both monsters&lt;br /&gt;2 pieces of diapers&lt;br /&gt;A pack of wet wipes&lt;br /&gt;2 bottles of drinking water&lt;br /&gt;A bottle of green tea for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snack bag/Misc bag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A box of wholemeal biscuits&lt;br /&gt;2 mini boxes of raisins&lt;br /&gt;2 mini containers of fish biscuits&lt;br /&gt;2 mini packs of chocolate chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;Books&lt;br /&gt;Kd's sippy cup&lt;br /&gt;Khalis' drinking cup&lt;br /&gt;TOYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duffle bag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes and toiletries for me and Hubby. A small bag of antiseptic cream, eczema cream, plasters, Sterimar, boys' bodywash, hairbrush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I also have a cloth bag for my shoes and not forgetting my make-up bag! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-1606148415866244842?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1606148415866244842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=1606148415866244842&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/1606148415866244842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/1606148415866244842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/differents-bags-of-things.html' title='Differents bags of things'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33987570.post-3032348057900103490</id><published>2008-09-09T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:57:55.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The whole reason why I created this blog is to rant and share my experience as a young mother and I realized heck! non of my posts really talk about my day at home with my boys.. So here's one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days when I just want to hide myself under my quilt and escape from the world. Run away from my responsibilities and frustration. Away into a world of peace and nothingness. Unfortunately it wasn't a day to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5am to prepare sahur for Hubby and myself. After eating, Hubby left for work and I couldn't go back to sleep immediately so I hung around in the livingroom until lil' Kd came pitter-pattering from our bedroom looking for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking him back to bed I finally managed to fall asleep at 6am.. At 7, Khalis woke up looking for his Daddy and threw a fit (at god darn 7 in the morning) when I told him he's at work. Groggily I went back to sleep.. It must have been a minute or so when Khalis announced that he needed to poo so I dragged myself out of bed and decided I might as well get up for good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While ironing his school clothes, I could hear "Mummy... Wash..." Heaving a sigh, I washed him and put him under the shower and went back to my ironing. After I was done, I went to soap him up, rinse him off, dry and dress him. At this point Kd woke up all ready to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the kitchen and grunted at the unwashed dishes and uncleaned kitchen. Dang it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hastily prepared the boys' breakfast and washed the dishes while they ate. Halfway through Kd boy was done and he was covered with yogurt from head to toe! Afraid he would soil his toys and furniture, I quickly carried him to the bathroom and cleaned him up. Since he's been wearing his diaper overnight, I thought I would let him run free for a bit while I get back to my forsaken cleaning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere at the back of my head I knew I shouldn't let him run around without his diaper on but I just chose to ignore it. Soon enough, I heard a 'shhhh' and trickle on the floor. Wide-eyed I ran to him, picked him up and rinse him off in the shower. Went out to clean up the mess and looked at the clock which says 8am. We're suppose to leave the house in 10 minutes! I'm still in my pjs, haven't taken my shower, oh did I mention all this while my freaking nose is runny like a leaky tap and sneezing my head off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying my best to keep cool and finally finishing up the kitchen, I heard Khalis shout "Mummy! Kd boy pee!" (Vein pops) How was I suppose to know he's going to pee again in less than 5 minutes?? Yet again I took him to rinse off and this time dress him up as well. I'm in no energy to do another cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we were done and ready to go.. It was already 8.30.. Khalis was late and I've groceries to do.. And I'm already exhausted from my morning nightmare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping Khalis off at school, I went to Tesco with lil Kd boy with me. Did my round of groceries and was annoyed at the amount of people there. Vege corner is my last and my most unfavourite place. Everyone will simply leave their trolleys in the middle of the walkway while they weigh their things. I pushed my trolley to the right; oops it's blocked.. to the left; oops block again. Sigh! By the time I was done, I only had 15 minutes to run home and put the perishable foods in the fridge and go pick up Khalis from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to do more than one round, I decided to be Superwoman and carried a whole lot of groceries at one time. Mind you, it's a good 200m walk from the carpark to my house (including steps) so by the time I reached, I was huffing and puffing like an old dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly shoving the veges, fruits and yogurt into the fridge; I then start off to Q-dees. I came home only to find out that I've left the fridge door open while in a hurry. Sigh my day is just perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I was done putting everything in their places, prepared boys' lunch and wash up (yet again) it was already 2pm. I needed to sit down.. Ignoring the washed laundry which is still in the washer.. waiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even while I'm typing this, I have 2 monkeys climbing all over.. sitting and bouncing on me like I'm some sort of a mini obstacle course. At this point I feel like stretching out my arms like the Hulk and making everything fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just go into my room and sneak under my covers now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no wait.. Can't. Now I've to prepare dishes to break fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hand if you would like to trade. Anybody?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-3032348057900103490?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3032348057900103490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=3032348057900103490&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/3032348057900103490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/3032348057900103490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/whole-reason-why-i-created-this-blog-is.html' title=''/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33987570.post-1357527398038006981</id><published>2008-08-25T20:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:33:52.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag.. Long overdue!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I'm suppose to write 6 random things about me (This is Lia's idea, of course.. =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm Chinese-Muslim (converted when I was 21 before my Hubby and I married) although people still ask me if I'm Malay because I'm Muslim.. They should have a better understanding that changing your religion DOES NOT mean changing your race, k? Got it? Ok. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My parents divorced when I was just a 7mth old baby (only child). I was raised by numerous aunts and uncles until my dad decided to let me stay with my mum's eldest sister. I only moved back in with my dad when I was 12 after he bought a house in Bdr Sunway with my step-mom and half brother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Baby number 2 wasn't a planned one. I found out bout my pregnancy a week or so after Khalis' 1st birthday! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I was molested by my own testosterone-high cousin when I was 8. Never told anyone but Hubby. Maybe now it's time to forgive and move on? It's digusting and I blame him for ruining my body which is meant to be sacred and intimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I had nasty hives when Khalis was 3mths old. I started taking Noriday (birth control pill) and seems to be in the 1% group of people to have such reaction! My face was swollen and so was my upper lip (but only on left side).. I looked like I had a Botox injection gone wrong.. Those ugly red big patches on my body took around 3 months to fully disappear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm afraid of flying insects.. Particularly dragonfly and flying cockroaches. I just freeze and a numb feeling runs down my spine.. In my mind I'll just keep hoping it will go away.. If the insect comes flying blindly I'll freak and run for cover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is.. Things that you may or may not know about me.. Remember to tag 6 people you know after you've written yours.. Including me! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-1357527398038006981?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://cuddlyfamily.wordpress.com' title='Tag.. 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There's always some scandal or controversy and the worst part it affects us as Rakyat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had second thoughts on our PM's leadership even during the elections when a number of people had means of voting against his party. Was it because I wasn't bothered about who leads our country? Or was it because I was confident in him and his fellow MPs to do right for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrating as it is when the petrol prices hiked up ridiculously; essential food items have also gone up! I don't think this would have bothered me if I were single and living a carefree life.. but with young and growing kids, I can't bear to minimize their food intake or cut off certain food group just because they're too darn expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think (and a whole of others I'm sure) it's about time these people who SAY and PROMISE a better life for the Rakyat fold up their beds and wake up to our cries of frustration. Now I can see a clearer picture on why our country's inflation sky rocketed and how a certain individual has the guts to declare that he is to take over the leadership board. All these TALK is very worrying.. Worry for our future and for the sake of my children, I would want them to grow up in a safe and stable environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main question I've been asking myself is: Would it make a BETTER difference if either party leads? It's clear many of us have lost faith in our leader but what would the future bring should PKR be the next to govern? Obviously anyone can say a lot and convince us of a prosperous living but would they be able to deliver and maintain their heads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, I don't think it was right to swear on the Holy Quran. The Quran is sacred and it should only be used to give us knowledge and better understanding of what is right and wrong. What would happen if A also swore on it just to clear his name? What if he swears that he has done no wrong upon S? Someone has to be lying and then everything will be back to square 1..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should they be sent to do a polygraph test instead? Just to rest everyone's mind and clear up this whole accusation game.. I don't feel safe for myself.. for my family.. even for my friends (esp non-Muslims). Things NEED to get back on track for the sake of the Rakyat and someone has to do it right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who's side am I on?: The Rakyat's who are screaming for UNITY and STOP all these controversial BULL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-2556902240462631466?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://cuddlyfamily.wordpress.com' title='Never been a fan.. 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However'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-2431913423862394928</id><published>2008-07-22T16:32:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T10:18:36.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate haven...</title><content type='html'>Theobroma Chocolate Lounge is finally opened to its chocolate addict patrons! I found my as-chocolate-crazy partner in crime, Lia to share the experience with.. Looking at the delicately crafted chocolates we were oohing and aahing and probly drooled a bit (can you blame us? =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SIa-oAhQJWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/R-RyizGoiAI/s1600-h/pic_product.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226074012153554274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SIa-oAhQJWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/R-RyizGoiAI/s320/pic_product.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hand crafted belgian chocolates (RM4.90 a piece)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we looked through the menu, we definitely did drool! Everything was mouth-watering and scrumptious looking... We decided to order the chocolate affair (chocolate dip with strawberries, oranges, kiwis, jambu air and marshmallows)&lt;br /&gt;and an iced chocolate drink to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SIa7gkN57yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/hBzyHxtybxM/s1600-h/15072008169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226070585762246434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SIa7gkN57yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/hBzyHxtybxM/s320/15072008169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chocolate Affair (RM25)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SIa8WCz3jKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/byAujVpcTlo/s1600-h/15072008171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226071504507604130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SIa8WCz3jKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/byAujVpcTlo/s320/15072008171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Iced Chocolate Drink (RM12.90)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first bite into the chocolate dipped marshmallow was just heavenly.. I could literally feel myself melting away.. The iced chocolate however was not so great.. Maybe because we had so much fruits and chocolate dip our tastebuds were killed of the sweet taste of the drink..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One main thing that let us down was the amount of chocolate dip.. It just wasn't enough! There was only half bowl when served and by the time we dipped away there were a few pieces of fruits and marshmallows left with no chocolate dip to savour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SIbM9SpYq2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/XVsSy6Ln4Q0/s1600-h/15072008170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226089770959547234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SIbM9SpYq2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/XVsSy6Ln4Q0/s320/15072008170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The end of our warm chocolate dipping experience!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SIfkOMrNgII/AAAAAAAAABA/FYRHmBGn0_U/s1600-h/lia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226396825158516866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SIfkOMrNgII/AAAAAAAAABA/FYRHmBGn0_U/s320/lia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lia trying to get what's left of the chocolate dip! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-2431913423862394928?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2431913423862394928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=2431913423862394928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/2431913423862394928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/2431913423862394928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/chocolate-haven.html' title='Chocolate haven...'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/SIa-oAhQJWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/R-RyizGoiAI/s72-c/pic_product.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33987570.post-6146863559287758970</id><published>2008-06-13T13:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T11:17:20.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Singapore Trip Day2</title><content type='html'>After a good night's rest and yummy dinner (thanks to Uncle Ramli and Aunty Mus for their generosity and warmth!) we woke up to a breakfast meal fit for a king, literally! There was so much food and still Uncle Ramli wanted to bring us out for brunch! And he being in the Force back in the day, we weren't likely to decline! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having our breakfast, we headed out to brunch at a nearby foodcourt. Here we have a 60ish year old retiree chasing us around taking our orders and barking (ok he has a very gruffy voice, k?) at us to just sit our a$$ down, GUARDING the kiosk to make sure he gets to pay.. we just laughed at him and silently obliged... Afterall, when Uncle Ramli 'barks' no one dares to go against him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after yet another hearty meal, we tailed along with Uncle Ramli to 'Big Splash' located at East Coast Park (which is probly 10km long, btw) where Lillyputt indoor mini golf course is. Then they left leaving us to explore the place to our hearts content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amer decided to head into the city and walk around and that's what we did. Found a public carpark and headed off on foot from Orchard Road all the way to Merlin Sq! Man it was a very long and tiring walk but the boys enjoyed it and so did we.. I love how they have proper and spacious sidewalks and working traffic lights for pedestrians.. Our safety is ensured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards evening, we drove back to East Coast Park and took a slow stroll while enjoying the breeze.. There were a lot of people there - some were jogging, others cycling and rollerblading. It's such a nice hangout place for families there were even some who set up tents and had a night picnic and barbeque..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys were too tired to continue so we headed back to Uncle Ramli's and put them to bed. I was exhausted but had to have some of Aunty Mus' delicious meals first before zoning out! =D Tomorrow's another fun day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-6146863559287758970?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6146863559287758970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=6146863559287758970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/6146863559287758970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/6146863559287758970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-singapore-trip-day2.html' title='Our Singapore Trip Day2'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-8852171324378892206</id><published>2008-06-12T21:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T23:10:21.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Singapore Trip Day 1</title><content type='html'>We recently drove to Singapore for a short holiday and it wasn't as bad as I thought the trip would be. The boys behaved well most of the way plus I fell asleep for an hour or so =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, Hubby and I realized our lines have no auto-roaming! So we couldn't call his uncle (whom we're staying with) and it was impossible to look for a public phone in this time of handphone frenzy days. The best thing was we didn't have much Singaporean money with us and Hubby didn't contact the bank beforehand so he couldn't withdraw any money!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up driving round and round trying to look for a place to change our notes into some coins and make that call. So first we found a 7-11 and managed to get some coins then our next mission was to look for a pay phone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby decided to park the car and take a walk since the boys were starting to get fidgety. After a while, we finally find a payphone at the public swimming pool! Soon enough, his uncle and aunt came to our rescue! Thankfully they lived nearby (and also Singapore being a generally small place..) we didn't wait very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say our first day was spent looking for a bank, changing money, payphone hunting and being rescued! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward for the next day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-8852171324378892206?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8852171324378892206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=8852171324378892206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/8852171324378892206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/8852171324378892206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-singapore-trip-day-1.html' title='Our Singapore Trip Day 1'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-7751011108819577623</id><published>2008-06-11T12:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:20:31.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ubah Gaya Hidup...</title><content type='html'>Like a lot of Malaysians out there, we too are deeply affected by the recent petrol price hike, increasing cost of daily products and food in general.. Ubah gaya hidup? We control our rounds of eating out which eventually leads to driving out less and refrain from buying unnecessary items.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having two young children however, compromising on their daily intake of healthy food is not an option. They need their milk, poultry, fish, fruits and vege. Thankfully my boys aren't dependent on formula milk (they only drink UHT Full Cream milk) and by cooking their meals myself, I know what goes into their foods. Ubah gaya hidup? It wouldn't be such an issue if the prices would stop going up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already cut down on using disposable diapers in the day and bought Kd microfibre inserts and washable polyester diaper covers to save $$ and be kinder to the environment. Not only that, I've recently been bitten by the DIY household cleaning bug by using baking soda, lemons, vinegar etc.. They're so much cheaper and cleaner without the harmful chemicals, making them safer to use. Ubah gaya hidup? Yeah for the sake of our dear planet earth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that bothers both me and Hubby (and everyone else, of course) is the price of petrol. We drive a 45lt tank which adds up to about RM121.50 for a full tank and RM60.75 for a half tank! How long do you suppose half a tank would last us? We can't possibly walk Khalis to school and definitely won't change to a smaller car as our boys need to be in their carseats. Ubah gaya hidup? Well..can we really compromise the safety of our children whilst we're driving on the road? I absolutely won't be able to drive with a peace of mind especially when they start monkeying around in the car which may lead to a crash or even eeek! DEATH! (yes yes I'm very dramatic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think we're living as simple as life can get. Ubah gaya hidup? Or kick our sleeping yet money sucking gov fellows in the bum and have them do something right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-7751011108819577623?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7751011108819577623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=7751011108819577623&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/7751011108819577623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/7751011108819577623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/ubah-gaya-hidup.html' title='Ubah Gaya Hidup...'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33987570.post-8812534156209973269</id><published>2008-06-10T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:57:52.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Godbrother Pt2</title><content type='html'>Paul finally replies my e-mail and even included his mobile number. I was so glad to know that he's doing fine and setting yet another business. As impatient as I am, I quickly called him but to my surprise; it was the wrong number!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up playing a Mastermind game.. Only this time I was rearranging the mobile number he gave me instead of coloured pins.. I must have called a bezillion numbers when I finally hit the right one.. and yes I probly would have lost the game! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last I was able to talk to my long lost godbrother and we picked up where we left off... It was amazing how we could still poke at each other and have a good laugh. It felt really good talking to him again and we ought to meet up soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-8812534156209973269?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8812534156209973269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=8812534156209973269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/8812534156209973269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/8812534156209973269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-godbrother-pt2.html' title='My Godbrother Pt2'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-705470440227842405</id><published>2008-06-10T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:10:17.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the song and the video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8Wl3firJQk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8Wl3firJQk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-705470440227842405?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/705470440227842405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=705470440227842405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/705470440227842405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/705470440227842405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-song-and-video.html' title='Love the song and the video'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-7016771823923339579</id><published>2008-05-15T10:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:52:31.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My long lost godbrother pt1</title><content type='html'>It's been almost 5 years since i last saw Paul and 4 years since we last spoke. He was supposed to attend my wedding back in 2004 but was down with a flu bug. Recently I emailed him on his birthday (which was a day before my wedding anniversary) and waited anxiously for a reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea where he can be.. Tried calling his Ipoh line but no one would answer.. I know he's constantly flying to and fro to NZealand as his family's there, but I didn't have his NZ contact info.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul and I have a special brotherly, sisterly bond =D We met when I was 15 and he was working at the cybercafe where I hang out. He thought I was this cute, bubbly teenage girl who seemed to be able to have a proper conversation with him (he is 7 years older!) And we just hit it off! I can't explain it but I'm so comfortable around him, we talk about everything. From my relationship with Amer to his girl problems (LOL) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I get upset I would run to Paul for comfort and he'll always listen and gives me his opinions (like an older brother would do.) He's even given me a nick: DancingPenguin. 'Penguin' because he says I waddle when I walk (think it's becuz my ponytail swings from side to side that gives him the impression that i waddle!) and 'Dancing' because I was a cheerleader/dancer in highschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to send me to a nearby 7-11 to get him a slurpee or junk but never fails to belanja me as well.. Once when he was late to have a lunch date with me, I ended up at Genki sushi and he still paid for my meal (out of guilt for keeping me waiting!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he would put his large arms on my tiny shoulder while we're talking to our friends which after a while I would nudge him away =D And I used to scream at him to slow down when he walks me home. He's so tall and takes such big steps that I have to double up on mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's fun to hang out with and it's such a shame we lost contact for so long... I miss my 'brother!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-7016771823923339579?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7016771823923339579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=7016771823923339579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/7016771823923339579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/7016771823923339579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-long-lost-godbrother-pt1.html' title='My long lost godbrother pt1'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-7671680550122397702</id><published>2008-05-11T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:34:58.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my poor baby</title><content type='html'>khalis had fever on tuesday a.m. so i brought him to see the doc. she didn't find anything else wrong and went on to prescribe paracetamol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let him stay home on tues and wed and by wed evening, he was much better and was bouncing around like usual. since he seemed to have recovered, he attended school on thurs and fri but by saturday around 5a.m. i realized that his fever has gone up again. and about 9a.m i noticed faint red spots all over his arms and legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad called and told me to better bring him for a blood test, afraid that it might be dengue. my heart sank as i started thinking of all sorts of unwanted scenarios, praying silently that it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we brought him to akashah clinic and although at 1st she thought of the same thing but since he wasn't showing any other signs of a dengue victim, she suggested putting him on antibiotics and observe closely for any other possible symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khalis' eyes were slightly droopy and seemed weak after taking the antibiotics so we let him take a nap and sleep it off. he must have slept for over 2 hours and when he woke up, he was much better although his usual bright eyes were still droopy. we went ahead for a quick dinner and came home. it was less than 3 hours since he last took his nap but he fell asleep in the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has never been the sleepy head and we're so used to his bubbly and liveliness that when he's so quiet and weak, it was heartbreaking for both me and hubby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day (today) his red spots have become bumpy and there were much more than before! and very red too.. funny thing is he doesn't have any fever so it's either he's been struck by a viral infection or he's allergic to the antibiotic. nonetheless, we brought him back to akashah to let her take a look at his arms and legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was quite puzzled as well when she saw him and told me it was either one of the two... so she prescribed more medicine. puriton to help ease the allergy (if it really is that) but continue with the antibiotic. if there are no changes it probly is the antibiotic and he should stop taking it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah! my poor baby hasn't been himself since tues and i'm really uncomfortable with it... it's worrying when your child is unwell... it's even more worrying when the doc can't pinpoint his situation... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really hoping he gets well soon as he is to have his very 1st school sports day on the 17th! we're letting him stay in and rest for another day or so before he goes back to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-7671680550122397702?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7671680550122397702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=7671680550122397702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/7671680550122397702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/7671680550122397702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-poor-baby.html' title='my poor baby'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-891587733600499934</id><published>2008-05-05T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:01:10.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Izzi, facebook, myspace</title><content type='html'>we recently bought the Izzi plug and play 1mbps so now i can go online as often as i like! =D it's only rm66 a mth with unlimited online usage and so far it's been working pretty smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;so being a MySpace and Facebook virgin, i decided to register myself and start using them. now i'm officially hooked on Facebook - it's distracting! On most days, i have to pry my bum off my sofa cuz if i don't... i won't do any cleaning, dishes, laundry and cooking! Sometimes i would stop myself from even turning on my notebook for the sake of paying attention to my boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-891587733600499934?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/891587733600499934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=891587733600499934&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/891587733600499934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/891587733600499934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/izzi-facebook-myspace.html' title='Izzi, facebook, myspace'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-5493664401082205272</id><published>2008-02-06T13:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T14:42:32.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th Feb 2008</title><content type='html'>Today I turn 25 but I feel as though I've filled the shoes of a 25 year old when I turned 21 in 2004. I always considered that age to be the high point of my life - receiving my driver's license, marrying my husband, moving into our new place and finding out my 1st pregnancy by the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I expect this year? More parenting skills to learn, more patience level to increase, more time to spend with Hubby. More disciplining, guiding and nurturing going out at full force as our boys grow and become more monstrous! A friend told me they'll mellow down as they get older; I certainly hope so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely have to pull in whatever strength and patience I can muster to deal with the boys' daily demands whilst not forgetting myself as a person! It's not always easy with them around although I wouldn't want anyone else taking care of my precious ones. Hubby and I are comfortable with how things are right now. I have started tutoring again over the weekends while he takes over. It's the least I could do to help him financially although I usually spend on unnecessary things for the boys and myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kd boy has started walking now. He's only almost 11 months old but picking up on things pretty quickly. It's always fun watching him dance and when he does 'twinkle stars' or 'wheels go round' actions with his hands. He would smile with his big bunny teeth while engaging you with his  bright eyes. He also has taken a liking to phones. Always attempting to 'talk' although it's on his forehead or neck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buk is turning 3 in July and has started attending kindy. Teachers' are quite impressed at how quickly he settled down on his 2nd day and how quickly he learns. It's the positive comments that makes us, as parents feel that we've done the right thing. We are indeed very proud of him and are glad he enjoys going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like it's been quite a smooth beginning of the year for us and we certainly hope it will last for as long as possible although I'm sure there will be some bumps here and there. There is always something new every day and we learn to deal with them, good or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-5493664401082205272?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5493664401082205272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=5493664401082205272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5493664401082205272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5493664401082205272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/5th-feb-2008.html' title='5th Feb 2008'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-2912941277289844658</id><published>2007-11-22T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T22:10:36.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;hectic! absolutely chaos at home and even when we're out.&lt;br /&gt;Kd boy is now 8 months and Khalis is almost 2half. I never go out alone with them anymore, I definitely need an extra hand. They're monsters! =D&lt;br /&gt;Khalis is quite controllable when we're out and he's pretty mindful and holds my hands or stay closeby. Although there were times when he would just run ahead esp when there's a ramp for him to go "whhheeee!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often use the wristband for safety and yes I do get stares from strangers and I can hear them whispering or giggling when they see me tugging at my toddler when he goes the opposite way. There was once I heard a lady laughing to her husband and exclaiming that I look like I was walking a dog! Oh the agony of having to hear that!! Is this why we have missing children in public places? It's definitely not wrong to use whatever method you can to ensure the safety of your child (esp the active ones!) in crowded public places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my (ahem!) monsters... they can be perfect lil' angels one minute and wreakage pros the next. The one thing that blows my top everytime is when they become 'poopy babies'.. yup it's a plot they planned to drive mummy higher up the wall! It's bad enough when one poos and keeps quiet about it; it's double the frustration when the little one makes a big number himself! And usually it's when I have already given them their baths, smelling clean and fresh ready for bed. If that isn't a plot, I dunno what that is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;On a brighter note, Kd is crawling along nicely and has started to stand and cruise. He's such a cutie when he tries to grab our attention and crawls to either one of us with a big grin on his face. Sometimes I feel super guilty when I have to walk away to attend to his brother, leaving him sitting there looking questioningly and forlorn... I try to spend as much cuddletime with him as I possibly can. He enjoys it when I read to him and it tickles me when he laughs while kicking his legs high up in the air or when he tries to take food out of my mouth with his mouth and ends up slobbering all over my face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Khalis is a chatterbox... even when he's about to fall asleep he has something to tell us! always talking and asking us to do things for him with a cute "please" at the end. And for a 2 year old, he does have a pretty rich vocab! At times we tell him to have a 'rest time' just so we can have some peace but it usually lasts for a mere 3 minutes or so! =D He's in his terrible two phase and some days can be very trying but when he comes over and gives me a big hug, a fish-lipped kiss and a "yove you" with his big adorable eyes looking up at me, all my frustrations seem to melt away... aahhh the pleasures of getting away with it while you're still a kid! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-2912941277289844658?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2912941277289844658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=2912941277289844658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/2912941277289844658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/2912941277289844658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been.html' title='it&apos;s been...'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-5884680152474740632</id><published>2007-07-13T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T22:14:13.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd birthday!</title><content type='html'>We celebrated Khalis' 2nd birthday at Mcds, Mutiara D'sara on the 8th. Quite a lot of people turned up and phew! was it noisy! =D&lt;br /&gt;The kids had loads of fun and I was running about making sure the guests has something to eat and tracking where Kayden was. He was like the 'pass the parcel' game, one minute he's with my mum, another will be with my mum-in-law then back to me or Hubby. By the end of the party, I was exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;Khalis received a lot of toys (mainly trucks, buses and cars), books and clothes. He was so excited bout his toys he refused to sleep that night although he could barely keep his eyes open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/RpeGgwkyCSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hktENxEYaP8/s1600-h/DSC00525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/RpeGgwkyCSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hktENxEYaP8/s320/DSC00525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086682201491376418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy 2nd birthday, Buk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-5884680152474740632?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5884680152474740632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=5884680152474740632&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5884680152474740632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/5884680152474740632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-2nd-birthday.html' title='Happy 2nd birthday!'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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/_jxeYkWRKOFQ/RpeGgwkyCSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hktENxEYaP8/s72-c/DSC00525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33987570.post-7332227750284417527</id><published>2007-06-17T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:52:33.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe...</title><content type='html'>With so many things happening at once, there are times when I have to just stop and take a deep breath before I start choo-chooing down the track like an unstoppable train. It's not easy handling two lil' ones although there are those out there who might think a housewife has it easy. Don't get me wrong though; I love my boys and honestly, I wouldn't want to be out there in the corporate world. Nonetheless, let me share my daily routine with you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.30 - 7.30am: Lil' Khalis wakes up. Asks for his milk and if we're lucky, he goes back to sleep. If not, he'll climb all over us trying to wake us up. If he doesn't succeed, he'll wake his lil brother or presses the musical mobile. Yup, great way to make us crawl out of bed, well usually I do cuz Hubby will turn towards the wall and pretends not to hear anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30 - 8am: Drag myself out of bed, walk around the house grumbling to myself of the mess and toys that are strewn all over the living room. Push the baby cot out of the room (with 2 queen sized beds, our room is a little too crowded).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - 9am: Bathes with baby Kayden (one of my fave thing to do). He enjoys having a good shower. If Hubby isn't rushing to work, he'll bathe the lil monster, yes that's Khalis and I'll prepare breakfast. There are days when I put Khalis in the bathroom, have him play under the shower while I dress Kayden and myself. Then we have breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - 10am: Kayden takes a morning nap while I endure the songs and antics of Barney, Bob the Builder, Fireman Sam... the list goes on really while I wait for laundry and wash dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - 11.30am: Prepares lunch for Khalis and myself. All the time hoping that Kayden wouldn't wake up until we were done with lunch. Some days can be tough when Kayden wakes up cranky and I wouldn't be able to cook anything and with Khalis asking for food. During those times I just have to carry Kayden while whipping something yummy and making sure that Khalis is well fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30pm: NAPTIME!! Well for the kids that is. Sometimes Khalis will try to prolong his naptime and have me read books with him over and over again. Mind you, most times I read to him while nursing Kayden. When Khalis is ready to sleep, I'll be patting two lil bums either while sitting up or lying down in a somewhat uncomfy position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - 2pm: The kids are finally asleep and I have myself some alone time. Well alone time to hang the laundry and wash dishes (again). 20 mins or so into their naptime only am I able to sit down and relax and enjoy some TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm: Lil monster wakes up from nap and asks for snack. Baby Kayden might sleep a while more. If he does then I have some cuddle time with Khalis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - 5pm: Start preparing dinner (esp if Kayden is still asleep) and make sure I wash up the dishes cuz I don't like piling dishes =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - 7.30pm: Feed Khalis his dinner while nursing Kayden and have some to eat myself. Then it's bathtime for the 2 boys. First I'll bathe Kayden, put him on the bed to dry while I bathe. After Khalis is done with his milk, it'll be his turn to bathe while I dress up Kayden and myself. Getting Khalis out of the bathroom can be quite challenging at times. Finally when we're all clean and cozy in our PJs, it's time for another round of storybook, nursing Kayden and tucking the monster in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8pm: Hubby gets back from work. We'll have dinner and have alone time and tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11pm: Kayden wakes up for feed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3am: Kayden wakes up again to feed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5am: You guessed it, feeding time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's more or less how my most days are.  I do go out with these 2 lil ones and Khalis usually behaves himself although sometimes I bribe him with biscuits or raisins to get him to sit still in his stroller. I've even brought them grocery shopping at Tesco which makes Hubby think I'm crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-7332227750284417527?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7332227750284417527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=7332227750284417527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/7332227750284417527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/7332227750284417527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/breathe.html' title='Breathe...'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-1148265155617096968</id><published>2007-03-01T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T18:26:19.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At 19 months...</title><content type='html'>...it's amazing what lil Khalis has achieved so far. Just yesterday he was able to bathe himself under my directions as I watched him from our bed. He was happily rubbing foam on himself and rinsing under the shower. He even cleared up his bath toys and emptied the bathtub after he was done. The cutest part is when he goes 'dah!' letting you know that he's ready to come out.&lt;br /&gt;As cheeky as he can be, he'll run away and scramble onto the bed before you can drape the towel over him. Screaming and giggling away, you just want to get hold of him and take a big bite on his tummy! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are days when he can be a real angel; sitting on your lap whilst watching tv or snuggle close to you as you read him his favourite tractor book. There are also days when he refuses to listen to you and does things his way, whether you like it or not! Those are the days when he really tests you on your patience, and it always seem to happen when you're just not in the mood to 'layan' his tantrums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been teaching him a whole lot of new words and he's been able to pick them up easily although he mispronounces most of them! It's cute to hear him try and when he gets tired, he'll shake his head, that's when you know you can't force him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of his little achievements and am looking forward to see what new (and cheeky) things he can do next! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-1148265155617096968?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1148265155617096968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=1148265155617096968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/1148265155617096968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/1148265155617096968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2007/03/at-19-months.html' title='At 19 months...'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-172044525458593391</id><published>2007-03-01T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:35:35.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>38th week</title><content type='html'>Yup! Just another 2 weeks to go! Went for my check-up on Monday and Prof.Siti says that he might come after the 12th so we shall wait and see... tick-tock-tick-tock!&lt;br /&gt;Right now it's another round of waiting game. On one hand we're excited for his arrival but on the other I'm starting to get pretty nervous! It's always the same old question: Would we be able to cope with this new baby? I remember asking ourselves the very same question before we had Khalis, and I would say that it's not as bad as we thought it would be. So, I hope all these lingering questions would help us prepare for the better.&lt;br /&gt;I hope Khalis will learn to cope with his new brother. He has been the center of everybody's attention all this while and we will try our very best not to instill sibling rivalry between our boys.  I love the idea of having more boys in the family and it just sounds nice to say 'my/our boys'  &lt;br /&gt;We have decided on a name! But... I won't reveal it until after the birth, JUST in case we change our minds =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-172044525458593391?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/172044525458593391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=172044525458593391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/172044525458593391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/172044525458593391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2007/03/38th-week.html' title='38th week'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-1583842356111944172</id><published>2007-01-22T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:42:15.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another boy!</title><content type='html'>Went for my ultrasound scan at UH today and it's confirmed... We're having another boy!&lt;br /&gt;Just like what I wanted it to be; a brother for Khalis. All I can say now is, &lt;em&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;He's growing well, everything's according to the proper fetal growth chart. I feel absolutely high in spirits and excited all over again! Maybe it was a good idea to wait a little longer to find out the gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently took out the box of baby clothes for preparation. Oh those memories of Khalis when he was a newborn! There they were: his first pair of Adidas shoes, bodysuits, mittens, booties and caps! They were tiny and adorable! Soon we'll be putting these on our new baby... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have picked out a few names for the new baby but like Hubby said, he has to see and hold the baby for the very first time to get that "PING"! He had had the strong feeling before, that was how he knew Amer Khalis was the right name for our first baby boy, so I'll let him decide which name will suit our second lil' bundle! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-1583842356111944172?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1583842356111944172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=1583842356111944172&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/1583842356111944172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/1583842356111944172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-boy.html' title='Another boy!'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33987570.post-251507093999415933</id><published>2007-01-22T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T15:56:28.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger Balm...</title><content type='html'>has become my new best friend! Seriously...&lt;br /&gt;Never have I imagined myself to endure such pain in my upper and lower back especially around my tailbone area. The pain travels all the way around my butt and upper thighs at times. It's called Sciatica. Sigh... the slight 'joy' of going through third trimester pregnancy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger Balm is the only thing that helps. Maybe it's the burning feeling of the ointment that takes my mind off the sciatica or maybe it's the fact that by the time I put my head down on my pillow and listening to Hubby grumbling away while rubbing the balm on me, I'm too numbed from feeling anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I feel more tired and experienced more pain this time around as compared to the first one. Perhaps it's because I'm constantly on my feet, up and about, chasing after the lil' monster. Although I do get a sneak at taking a nap from time to time, having to take care of a toddler isn't an easy job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to make sure he's clean, (at least for a darn minute!) well-fed, well-dehydrated, well-napped and well-entertained. And that's just the physical part. As responsible parents, Hubby and I have to make sure he's well brought up in a positive environment and help build a confident, happy, positive and a well-mannered boy. That is the toughest part! No matter how much you plan to teach and guide him, there's always a surprise! Tantrum is one thing, turning a deaf ear is another *wipe brows*... At least we do try and we know we have a long long way to go! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-251507093999415933?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/251507093999415933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=251507093999415933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/251507093999415933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/251507093999415933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2007/01/tiger-balm.html' title='Tiger Balm...'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-116634575526109679</id><published>2006-12-17T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T16:55:55.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>My lil' baby inside is having the hiccups while I'm typing this.. =D&lt;br /&gt;I'm now about 7 months pregnant and so far so good.. Still getting the usual cramps and often need to take a break especially when my lil' monster craves for my undivided attention.. Sigh... At 17 months I don't suppose him to just sit around watching the telly or stuffing himself with food, but, sometimes I feel like I need a remote control to turn him off or to just slow him down! He's been really adorable lately; giving me an occasional hug or a kiss. Sometimes he would come and hug my belly and gives it a kiss.. *snicker* Been teaching him about the baby in mummy's tummy, although I don't think he fully understands but I'm hoping this way would help him prepare when the baby comes.&lt;br /&gt;We still have no idea of the gender... the doctor I'm seeing seems to dodge away from the issue, claiming that her ultrasound scan machine isn't sophisticated enough to detect its sex. Frustrated, we actually went to another MP and he gave us the same damn excuse! What's with these doctors?? More frustration when we called another clinic and the doctor says that he charges about RM100 just to scan... Sigh... Hubby and I finally gave up on the idea and convinced ourselves that well, eventually we'll know! =D&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. by the way, my Grandma told me to 'close shop' after the second one! It was pretty hilarious when she asked why have so many children at this age.. ??.. It's only the second one and besides, shouldn't she be happy she's gaining another great-grandchild? Well as long as I'm happy, my hubby's happy and life's enjoyable, I don't see why we should grumble about it.. Right? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-116634575526109679?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116634575526109679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=116634575526109679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/116634575526109679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/116634575526109679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-116055775005740946</id><published>2006-10-11T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T17:09:10.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first kick, the first fear</title><content type='html'>I felt my little baby's first strong kick on Sunday. I was just lazing around on the couch when suddenly I felt a little 'toing' on the right side of my belly. Excited, I quickly put my hand on my tummy to feel it again and yet somehow it refuses to kick when you want it to. After a few minutes, I gave up waiting and lifted my hands off of my tummy, and there it was, another 'toing'... It won't be long before it starts to kick more and practises its acrobatic skills inside. Until then I'll just have to be patient and wait for its unpredictable 'toings'...&lt;br /&gt;We bought a new mattress the other day and now we have 2 queen size beds in our room. Baby Khalis started to conquer most of our bed a few months ago and hubby thought it's about time we got another so that I'll have more space to myself. =) You won't believe how a small little fella can take up so much space! Hubby and I have been kicked and punched almost every night because little monster here just can't sleep on one side... quietly... nope he'll stretch and 'fling' his body from one end of the bed to another... I wonder whose side he got this 'lan fan' syndrome from hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;Baby Khalis has just turned 15 months and has been experiencing his first fear... night fear... He would cry and wail everytime we turn off the light and somehow the night light doesn't help calm him... I really hope this phase of his would go away soon. He would wail for more than 20 minutes before falling asleep and it's starting to get quite tiring listening to him cry nonstop and it gets me worried... and it drives hubby nuts! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-116055775005740946?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116055775005740946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=116055775005740946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/116055775005740946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/116055775005740946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-kick-first-fear.html' title='the first kick, the first fear'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-115961167815021270</id><published>2006-09-30T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T18:21:18.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby check-up</title><content type='html'>Went for my 4th month baby check-up today and had an ultra-sound scan. Baby moving well and pretty active too.. Alhamdulillah!&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the feelings of excitement and joy fill us all over again. I guess it doesn't matter if you're expecting your first or your fifth child, everything seems so surreal the moment you see it on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;We still can't tell its gender yet, too soon to tell. =) I wouldn't mind another boy, really. Although having a girl would be quite fun i guess! haha.. The doctor was more concern about whether its one baby or two.. I think Amer would faint if we're expecting twins! =D&lt;br /&gt;Baby Khalis is still as active as ever! The only time when i have my own time is when he's taking his nap. He's able to say 'ball' and 'bus' hehe so cute... Still going through separation anxiety. He'll be shouting 'ma ma' on top of his lungs the moment he can't see me. Amer says he's overprotective over me.. in a way i find it cute that someone needs me but in another, it's as though there's an invisible leash that i'm tied to...&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, i feel a wave of relief to see this other little human being inside me.. Kind of like a reassurance that i am REALLY pregnant.. again.. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-115961167815021270?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115961167815021270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=115961167815021270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115961167815021270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115961167815021270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2006/09/baby-check-up.html' title='baby check-up'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-115821139575804555</id><published>2006-09-14T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T13:23:16.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving day!</title><content type='html'>We are finally moving into our new place! Been packing like crazy since Tuesday night. Didn't realize we have so much stuffs! Hubby left with the movers to our house at about 12pm and i'm here taking care of baby.. hehe.. lucky me.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope baby Kel will get used to living in our new house... It'll be more quiet around there... No more aunties of his to play with.. no more hearing the gate open and running downstairs to see who came home... no more 'hi baby!!!', the usual greet he gets when someone else in the house sees him... well of course unless we come back every now and then so that nobody will miss him terribly... he is the main attention of the house afterall! =D&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty excited about moving... been waiting for ages and the day has finally arrived... our very own home... our very own&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; home... it's like a Barbie Doll's house! =D&lt;br /&gt;Well it's all the unpacking and arranging our things that's making me feel 'bleh' right now and I hope we'll get everything done ASAP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-115821139575804555?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115821139575804555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=115821139575804555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115821139575804555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115821139575804555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2006/09/moving-day.html' title='moving day!'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-115796417042505158</id><published>2006-09-11T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T16:42:50.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i saw at IKEA</title><content type='html'>The other day when we went household stuffs hunting (for the upteenth time) at IKEA, we saw this family of four who were a little rough and loud. The father was scolding his son (who's probably about 4/5 years old) and the sister was crying. The little boy was burly and tough looking, kinda like his father...  and he had this sneering, 'give me what you've got' look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;The mother (raging one, mind you) was chasing after him, hitting him with a stick! He was wailing in the store and the mother was furious. So, the more he cried, the more the father yelled at him, the more the mother chased after him with the stick. The best part is, he started hitting his mother!&lt;br /&gt;The saying "Monkey see, monkey do" applies very well here. You see, what you do to your children is what they will get used to. This is where violence starts out and we don't need these kind of behaviour or even these kind of people around! They will eventually learn to hit other kids and think it's alright. It's not like their parents are going to teach them not to bully or hit other people when they themselves get the same treatment at home (and in public, shamefully). &lt;br /&gt;I felt like telling her to stop. Afterall, you simply don't have kids to beat them and lash your anger out on them. It's not right. They need guidance and boundaries, the more you hit them, the more they rebel.&lt;br /&gt;But looking at her scares me even. And besides, who am I to tell her how to teach her kids? I am afterall, just another 23 year old young mother of 1.. and a half.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-115796417042505158?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115796417042505158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=115796417042505158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115796417042505158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115796417042505158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-i-saw-at-ikea.html' title='what i saw at IKEA'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-115759678425394437</id><published>2006-09-07T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T22:59:02.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save me from myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's not so easy loving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It gets so complicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the things you gotta be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything's changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you're the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm amazed by all your patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything I put you through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when I'm about to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Somehow you're always waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your open arms to catch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're gonna save me from myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From myself, yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're gonna save me from myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My love is tainted by your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well some guys have shown me aces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you've got that royal flush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know it's crazy everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well tomorrow maybe shaky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you never turn away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't ask me why I'm crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause when I start to crumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know how to keep me smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You always save me from myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From myself, myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're gonna save me from myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know it's hard, it's hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you've broken all my wallsY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ou've been my strength, so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And don't ask me why I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's obvious your tenderness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is what I need to make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A better woman to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To myself, myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're gonna save me from myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;adapted from Christina Aguilera's 'Back to Basics' album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-115759678425394437?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115759678425394437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=115759678425394437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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stress or any other reasons besides being pregnant. Thinking back, we were careful, weren't we? WEREN'T WE?!&lt;br /&gt;After a brief thought about it I had to get myself a home pregnancy test kit to find out and lo and behold! The results? 2 obvious blue lines. My heart sank. I know I should be ecstatic about it but instead I feel like a teenager in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;How can I be pregnant again? I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It felt like a blur. Thinking God must be playing a trick on me. We went to the clinic the next day and the doctor told us there's not much point to take the test again as these things are quite accurate (it's more likely a false results if it was a negative)...&lt;br /&gt;There's so many weighty issues on our minds. Baby Buk, our new house, our financial status. I was more worried about hubby. Is he able to cope with another baby? I guess it wouldn't be so bad if we didn't just spend a fortune renovating our place.&lt;br /&gt;It took us a few days for reality to sink in and finally accepted the fact that there isn't much we can do about it but to cherish and be thankful to Allah S.W.T. for His blessings.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I actually do feel happy about being pregnant again and am looking forward to our new little bundle of joy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-115781520808737730?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115781520808737730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=115781520808737730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115781520808737730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115781520808737730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2006/07/baby-2.html' title='Baby #2'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-115781512213519857</id><published>2006-07-12T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T23:18:42.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4074/2209/1600/SP_A1175.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4074/2209/320/SP_A1175.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our little Buk isn't so little anymore. Sometimes we feel that you're growing up too fast! What's happened to our tiny helpless little baby? You're 1 and taking over the world (haha so to speak)...&lt;br /&gt;You seem to be cheekier every day. Fight your sleep during naptime. Dance even when there isn't any music around. Pull your little toy snail around and run away when you know Mummy is chasing after you.&lt;br /&gt;The best part of all is when you give us your little hugs. Simply adorable and you make us feel so blessed to have you, Buk!&lt;br /&gt;ps: your nickname 'Buk' was given to you by Mummy because you used to make the 'bukbuk' sound with your lips when you were a few months old =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-115781512213519857?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115781512213519857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=115781512213519857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115781512213519857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115781512213519857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2006/07/buk.html' title='Buk'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-115781498940883940</id><published>2006-07-10T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T23:16:29.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st birthday!</title><content type='html'>This time last year, Mummy was lying in the hospital bed going through waves and waves of painful contractions. In my head, all Mummy could think about was 'When are you coming out!?' Every passing minute seemed like eternity. Doctors and nurses came and went and still no signs of you.&lt;br /&gt;Then at about 9pm, the doctors suggested Mummy go for an emergency caesarean because you, my dear baby was becoming a little too distressed. Your heartbeat slowed with each contraction and the doctors were getting worried. So in the midst of pain and worry, Mummy had to sign the consent letter before they could wheel me into the operating theatre. All this while, Daddy was nowhere to be found and Mummy was getting furious from all the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Alas, as they were wheeling Mummy out the labor room, there stood Daddy at the entrance looking white in the face, as he was lost at what was going on. The first thing Mummy did was yelled at him 'Where the h*** were you?' Oh, you have to understand the pain Mummy was going through for me to shout at him.&lt;br /&gt;As the nurses and doctors pushed Mummy around in the four-wheeled bed, I was getting nervous and scared. Was Mummy ready to have you afterall? It seemed like a distant memory carrying you for 10 months and now it's finally time.&lt;br /&gt;The operating theatre was cold and unwelcoming. Mummy wanted to leave as soon as I was brought into it. The doctor gave Mummy an anesthetic and couldn't feel anything from the waist down. The doctors covered my view so I couldn't see the procedure.&lt;br /&gt;At exactly 10.35pm, Mummy heard your first cries and I was euphoric. It was THE most amazing sound a mother could hear. The nurses cleaned you up and wrapped you up nicely in a warm blanket before letting Mummy see you. Oh, you were the most beautiful creature Allah has ever created. I reached out to touch your little foot and was amazed at how soft and smooth you were.&lt;br /&gt;Then you were brought out to Daddy and Mummy couldn't wait to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;All these happened a year ago, Buk. Now you're an active, cheeky, adorable and sweetest little boy. Mummy and Daddy love you very very much.&lt;br /&gt;Happy First Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of Lovelove, Hughugs and Kuskus...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-115781498940883940?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115781498940883940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=115781498940883940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115781498940883940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115781498940883940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-1st-birthday.html' title='Happy 1st birthday!'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-115781479796390331</id><published>2006-04-15T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T23:13:17.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boy or girl?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder if people ask questions just to irk you or they're just plain ignorant. I know Baby Khalis looked like a girl when he had long hair, but even after cutting it short, dressed him up in shirt, shorts and sandals, people are still asking the same annoying question: "Girl ar?" "Boy or girl ar?"&lt;br /&gt;even after I tell them 'boy', then they'll go "Hah? Boy ar? Aiyoh so cute look like girl!" So am I suppose to pleased to hear that my son is cute to the point where he looks like a girl?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think I would be so bothered by it but as more ignorant people ask me that same question, the more I feel like telling them to wash their eyeballs and look carefully before asking, "Boy or girl ar?"&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm being hostile. I like showing him off to the world but as who he is. A boy! With big doey eyes, button nose and pouty lips which are of inheritance of both me and his daddee.. Of course I feel proud when someone comes up to us and say how adorable he is or even when someone is passing by and remarks on how cute he is, just don't ask if he's a boy or a girl when it's so obvious!&lt;br /&gt;So, next time you see him, keep in mind that he's a boy and please, aren't you tired of asking a baby its gender?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-115781479796390331?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115781479796390331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=115781479796390331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115781479796390331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115781479796390331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/boy-or-girl.html' title='boy or girl?'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-115781490926655734</id><published>2006-04-10T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T23:15:09.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>You,&lt;br /&gt;You make my heart flutter,&lt;br /&gt;With your every smile,&lt;br /&gt;And every glisten in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are who you are,&lt;br /&gt;Your world is bright and unpretentious,&lt;br /&gt;Every expression is there for all to see,&lt;br /&gt;Genuine, innocent and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giggle when you're happy,&lt;br /&gt;Cry when you're not,&lt;br /&gt;There is no mask,&lt;br /&gt;To hide behind it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give a little kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Followed by a  hug,&lt;br /&gt;My dearest lil' prince,&lt;br /&gt;You are very much loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-115781490926655734?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115781490926655734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=115781490926655734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115781490926655734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115781490926655734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-115781472798519743</id><published>2006-04-05T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T23:12:07.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wasted education?</title><content type='html'>I have a Diploma in Film&amp;TV from LimKokWing University College of Creative Technology. I spent 3 years there and passed my tertiary education with flying colours, even achieving an award for Best in Screenwriting. My dad probably spent about RM18K including my books and allowance. So what happened to my oh so wonderful education and super-proud award? They're left somewhere at the back of my brain and closet respectively. I used to think that I owe my dad big time for forking out so much on my education only to have me end up marrying my long term boyfriend. Don't get me wrong, I'm not regretting my decision to settle down. I couldn't ask for a better life really. And to be blessed with an adorable son, who would?&lt;br /&gt;My point is, what if I made use of my diploma and have a chance at working in a broadcasting firm and having a career? What if I pursued my education and spend another 2 years getting a Degree? I know being married to Amer wouldn't hold me back but as soon as I settled down, I became comfortable teaching English to primary students and earning a decent amount of money for myself. (My money is my money and Amer's money is OUR money, mind you ;) )&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the part where I used to think I owe my dad big time. I recently read a post in my Yahoo! Group known as SAHP (Stay at home parents) and I came across this profound saying,&lt;br /&gt;The more education you have, the better equipped you are at bringing up a child into this world. Education offers you a thinking platform &amp; it doesn't matter what you studied or where. As long as you have been exposed to an education, you think better &amp;amp; thus are able to nurture your child in a more wholesome manner. Never ever think that your education is wasted.&lt;br /&gt;Such strong words don't you think? Nonetheless, I've never regretted having a child at this young age and becoming a mother takes more of you than you can imagine. With those words, I shall stop feeling sorry for my dad and think that I still owe him big time, in turn, I thank him for my education and his blessings over my decision to settle down..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-115781472798519743?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115781472798519743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=115781472798519743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115781472798519743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115781472798519743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/wasted-education.html' title='wasted education?'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-115781091648593727</id><published>2006-03-19T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T22:08:36.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 months</title><content type='html'>Baby Khalis is now 8 months old! Has 6 teeth (4 on top and 2 bottom). Is an expert in the art of crawling and is able to stand and cruise while holding on to something, though still unsteady.&lt;br /&gt;Has an incredibly cheeky look! But had to cut his hair. Was getting a little too long and people keep thinking that he's a girl!&lt;br /&gt;He seems to understand 'fan' and 'fish' though he doesn't point at them, he just looks at the direction when asked where they are. Am teaching him other things as well. He's also able to call out 'ma' and 'mama' but we're not sure if he's calling out to me or just having fun making the sound! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-115781091648593727?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115781091648593727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=115781091648593727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115781091648593727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115781091648593727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/8-months.html' title='8 months'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-115777888399927079</id><published>2006-02-20T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T13:19:43.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intoxicating addiction</title><content type='html'>yes, i'm addicted to my intoxicating lil' baby boy. looking at him makes me feel so proud and warm-hearted... his big-doey eyes, lil' button nose, his gleeful laughter and his intoxicating addictive scent. the bond we have is strong and affectionate, making me a proud mother. but he no longer seems to be a little baby... he has grown so much in these past few months, i wish i could slow things down and stop him from growing up too fast! of course that would be impossible as nature intends the opposite way... all i can do is cherish those lovely moments i have had with him and look forward to the new cute things that he's going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's impossible to be bored with my lil' baby dinosaur... every day he can come up (unintentionally, obviously) with funny antics, and no matter how tired or moody i am, looking at his silly grin melts everything away. i guess this is what they call, LOVE. even watching him sleep is entertaining! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of me wants him to start walking or talking but another part of me doesn't. what can i expect when he reaches the stage? will he be walking and bumping into everything? or when he starts to talk, what will he be saying? and when his brain starts to mature and develope further, what should we be teaching him? different languages? maths? haha... we obviously want him to be a smart boy... or should we just let him develope on his own while we guide him as he learns? being responsible for the little is not easy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-115777888399927079?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115777888399927079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=115777888399927079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777888399927079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777888399927079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/intoxicating-addiction.html' title='intoxicating addiction'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-115777875994001190</id><published>2006-02-13T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T13:12:39.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a dull birthday</title><content type='html'>5th february 2006 marks my 23rd birthday but man, was it dull! no celebration... no presents... (well except ang paus from me daddee and mummee)... no cards... just sweet birthday messages from friends and family and a morning birthday song from hubby.. haha... actually now that i've compiled it, it doesn't sound so bad now does it?&lt;br /&gt;at least it's my first birthday with my little baby khalis... of course he doesn't know what day it is, it just feels special to experience something with him for the very first time... a special day with the usual cries to soothe and tantrums to calm... motherhood does not understand nor have the chance to sit and relax (or have a great birthday celebration for that matter), i have to accept that...&lt;br /&gt;but growing up celebrating each of my birthday makes it hard not to... maybe i'm also getting a little to old for big celebrations anyway... and besides, hubby never really thrives on celebrations, heck, he even forgets his own! =D&lt;br /&gt;well i guess this year marks the beginning of no big birthday celebrations and many more quiet ones to come... hhmm... at least i still have my hubby and lil khalis to go through them... maybe it'll be different when he gets older and understand a little bit more about mummy's infatuation with celebrating birthdays! haha.. we'll see... we'll see... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-115777875994001190?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115777875994001190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=115777875994001190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777875994001190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777875994001190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-dull-birthday.html' title='what a dull birthday'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-115777867831640300</id><published>2006-02-01T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T13:11:18.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my baby, the lil' dinosaur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4074/2209/1600/Set230_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4074/2209/320/Set230_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby khalis is about 7 months old now... curious lil' boy... explores and destroys everything that comes into his path... it's amazing how he finds things to put into his mouth.. we've found tissue pieces, paper, anything that can be torn apart.. he'll be happily chewing them.. he really loves to play with things that aren't suppose to such as our remote control, eyewears, handphones, PDAs.. the list goes on. he's even left his little teeth mark on my brand new mobile phone! =D sentimental value i guess...&lt;br /&gt;don't be fooled by his big-eyed adorable look... he can be a grumpy, cranky lil dinosaur! complains a whole lot before falling asleep... 'flies' around when he's in his walker... he'll be grunting and screaming with his arms outstretched... sigh... what a sight...&lt;br /&gt;he just cannot stay still! i think the moment he does, it's a signal something's wrong.. hehe.. he likes to crawl all over the place and climb onto people.. stepping on our tummies and pinching our faces! curious i tell you... but i love it when he looks straight at you and tries to 'kiss' you on your nose or chin, though it usually ends up with slobber! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-115777867831640300?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115777867831640300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=115777867831640300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777867831640300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777867831640300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-baby-lil-dinosaur.html' title='my baby, the lil&apos; dinosaur'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-115777841816039974</id><published>2006-01-23T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T13:06:58.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half a year</title><content type='html'>It's already new year 2006 and Baby Khalis is now 6 and a half months! He can get up on all fours and leaps forward like a froggie. Learning to coordinate his and hands and legs and is beginning to crawl properly. His fourth tooth is visible and he already has 2 big bunny teeth and a little tooth on the bottom (which was the very first tooth to appear.)&lt;br /&gt;He's able to pull himself up when he's sitting in his cot. Argh! He's growing up too fast! I kinda miss those times when he wasn't able to move as much. When he could only look at me and grin and he was all mine to carry and nurture...&lt;br /&gt;I remember how small he was when he was born. The first time the nurse put his small cot beside my bed, I was overcome by a feeling of joy and awe. How can a little person, so tiny and helpless catches your breath and keeps you fixated? The magic of a newborn...&lt;br /&gt;As the hours and days went by, the feeling became too overwhelming, making me a little depressed. Baby blues they call it. I was confined to my privacy. I needed to take it slow and breath. My little bundle of joy was not as I had expected. But then again, what was I expecting? Thankfully, he slept a lot and is a contented baby. Adjusting to motherhood was tough and there were times when I wonder if I was doing it right.&lt;br /&gt;Now, my tiny baby has grown into a lil 'dinosaur'. His cheeks, thighs, arms and tummy are filled up! =D He grunts and squeals when he wants your attention. Can be a bit grumpy every now and then.. just like his daddee!&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy and proud that my son is developing well and we are able to bring him up in a proper environment; considering we don't get a lot of help from others, just an advice here and there, which suits us just fine)&lt;br /&gt;He can be a handful these days, but he makes us happy with his cheekiness. Never failing to thrill us with his new abilities and with his every smile! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-115777841816039974?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115777841816039974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=115777841816039974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777841816039974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777841816039974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2006/01/half-year.html' title='Half a year'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-115777838793753558</id><published>2005-12-16T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T13:06:27.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so pissed</title><content type='html'>i dun understand what is the big issue when it comes to money.. can it really change a person; or in this case, the whole family?   because of this our family is in a turmoil, making our 'Queen' turn against the people who have been there for her... All because of her dear prince and his evil companion.&lt;br /&gt;i found out or should i say realize how oppurtunistic my family members can be. and if you're a man, please.. own up to your faults because there isn't anyone to blame them on but you. how could you be so cold hearted towards the one person whom you've shared your marriage vows with? who shared the good and worst with you? who stood by you and swallowed her pride even with your infidelity? and in turn, you caused her emotional and physical pain. &lt;br /&gt;dun tell me it's a man thing to do what you did and please, i'm no longer a child so don't treat me like one. you don't have to clarify your business with me i don't think i would want to know. what can say? i'm a chang. even with my new muslim name and a new way of life i will always be a chang. unfortunate? it wasn't like this before. now, i totally despise you for what you have done and what the other family members have said. how could you people be so heartless?&lt;br /&gt;so once again, can money really change a person?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-115777838793753558?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115777838793753558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=115777838793753558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777838793753558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777838793753558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-so-pissed.html' title='i&apos;m so pissed'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-115777835241853799</id><published>2005-12-15T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T13:05:52.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time flies, time flies</title><content type='html'>it's true what they say; time flies when u have a baby...&lt;br /&gt;my lil prince is now 5 months old! he can roll on his tummy on his own, grabs things near him and shoves them into his mouth =D.. he smiles a lot too.. melts me everytime he does that...&lt;br /&gt;started him on solids on sunday and he seems to be enjoying it though it tastes horrible! haha..&lt;br /&gt;well what can i say? i'm enjoying myself and i think i'm doing a pretty good job bringing up my baby, seeing that i get minimal help; which is what i prefer anyway.. no parents or in-laws or any other relatives to 'butt' in and tell me what to do and what not to do... my mum did 'advice' me in the beginning and i kinda shut her up... not that i'm mean but everything she said were pretty taboo and didn't quite make sense to me... hehe..&lt;br /&gt;the typical chinese beliefs and superstitions u know.. and i'm not the type who will follow all those ' craps'... u have to listen to the things she says to understand what i'm talking about..haha.. i know she's my mum and she's brought up 3 kids but she had her chance didn't she? i think i pretty have my own opinions and choices.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-115777835241853799?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115777835241853799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=115777835241853799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777835241853799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777835241853799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/time-flies-time-flies.html' title='time flies, time flies'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-115777825247482250</id><published>2005-10-09T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T13:04:12.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for my son</title><content type='html'>My baby, my lil prince..&lt;br /&gt;i didn't love you in the beginning.. sure i adored you but i was afraid to express my love for you cuz i wasn't sure i did... But i went through with my responsibilities.. i fed you, bathed you, changed you.. they became a routine and yet i didn't feel the love for you. It felt more like a responsibility.. You were MY responsibility...&lt;br /&gt;All you did was cry and poop... and you were response-less... yet you took away my sleep, you took away my strength, you took away my freedom. you gave me pain, you gave me tears and you gave me misery...&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to get away from you... from your cries... i wanted to give up nursing you because of the unbearable pain.. yet i couldn't... i felt guilty for wanting to abandon God's precious gift... i wanted you and i was blessed to have you... i couldn't just leave...&lt;br /&gt;Now i can't help falling in love with you! Seeing you grow in front of my eyes makes it all worth it. My world is filled with joy... when you smile, when you look into my eyes and give me your biggest toothless grin... you melt my heart everytime you do that... i even enjoy hearing you cry, knowing that you need me and all the things that assure me that you will be ok and you will be very well loved...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-115777825247482250?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115777825247482250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=115777825247482250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777825247482250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777825247482250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-my-son.html' title='for my son'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-115777820552157692</id><published>2005-10-09T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T13:03:25.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first few weeks</title><content type='html'>i was discharged from the hospital 2 days after delivery and i had to have a crash course on how to breastfeed! Man, it was not easy. But baby khalis had to readmit cuz there was 'blood' in his urine and a bit of jaundice. It turns out that it wasn't blood, just crystalites and his jaundice was low so don't need to go for phototherapy... phew...&lt;br /&gt;breastfeeding is the toughest thing to do when u're new at it. i was frustrated and itchy all over (apparently i terkena some fungal from the hospital bed).. didn't sleep much either... was totally exhausted.. thank God baby khalis is not the crying type. he sleeps a lot during the day and night... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-115777820552157692?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115777820552157692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=115777820552157692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777820552157692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777820552157692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2005/10/first-few-weeks.html' title='the first few weeks'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-115777815437569400</id><published>2005-10-06T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T13:02:34.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time for myself</title><content type='html'>haven't had the time for myself for the past 3 months... sigh... having a baby is no easy task! all the round the clock feeding, diaper changing, putting him for his naps... but the best reward is when he looks you in the eyes and gives you his happiest grin. it melts my heart everytime baby khalis does that. he may cry when he's cranky (usually when he's sleepy) but the moment he smiles it just takes ur troubles away...&lt;br /&gt;he's getting bigger now.. heavier too... =) and he talks a lot. we can have a really long 'conversation' when he's in the mood... cooing and gurgling and believe it or not, mooing.. haha... he responds well when i moo... funny lil fella.&lt;br /&gt;i had to take a break and since hubby wasn't working yesterday, i made him take care of our baby and i went for a facial! haha.. it was the most relaxing moment i had in months! i was more at ease and wasn't losing it when he cried.. i know hubby was gonna tear his scalp off.. how mean of me leaving him alone with the baby but i had to before i go crazy! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-115777815437569400?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115777815437569400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=115777815437569400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777815437569400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777815437569400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2005/10/time-for-myself.html' title='time for myself'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-115777810540841539</id><published>2005-07-16T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T13:01:45.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby's arrival</title><content type='html'>i'm finally home from the hospital.. i was there fer almost a week!&lt;br /&gt;was admitted on the 7th cuz i tot my water broke and i was so excited bout going into labor. unfortunately, it was just a false alarm! haha.. but my doc suggested i stay to be monitored and so i did... then, on the 9th while i was relaxing on my bed after lunch, i felt this gush and whoa! it just kept on dribbling! that was when i knew my water has officially broken!&lt;br /&gt;then it was another round of waiting game... waited for my contractions the whole day! they never came...&lt;br /&gt;i was admitted into the labor ward at about 11 sunday morning where the doctor inserted a tablet to help trigger contractions to dilate my cervix... the pain only came bout 6 hrs later... so i was lying there bored out of my mind. n since my contractions were irregular, i had to have oxytocin drips to regulate them... sigh.. i was getting impatient, all i wanted to do was get the baby out!&lt;br /&gt;i opted for an all naturale birth.. no anesthetics, no epidural.. haha.. but my baby's heart couldn't take it.. everytime i get a strong contraction, his heartbeat goes flying up to 200! then come down to 80! i was freaking out watching the monitor.. in the end bout 9pm the doc says i had to go for emergency c-section cuz my cervix only dilated 3cm! goodness...&lt;br /&gt;so in the end i was wheeled into the operating theatre where my baby came screaming at 10.35pm... i was freezing cold and groggy but relieved...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-115777810540841539?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115777810540841539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=115777810540841539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777810540841539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777810540841539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2005/07/babys-arrival.html' title='baby&apos;s arrival'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-115777804675649500</id><published>2005-07-03T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T13:00:46.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another week!</title><content type='html'>just another week! wow.. doesn't feel like i've been pregnant that long.. =D&lt;br /&gt;had a scare last week when my baby didn't move much.. went to the doctor's but thank God everything's ok now.. the bad news is my cervix hasn't dilated one bit... and well i think i might have to induce if i dun go into labor after next week.. sigh... have to wait some more! haha..&lt;br /&gt;i really want to give birth right now! amer and i are really looking forward to our firstborn.. and all this waiting just feels so slow! =D&lt;br /&gt;well just another 7 days or more to go... patience... patience... ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-115777804675649500?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115777804675649500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=115777804675649500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777804675649500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777804675649500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-week.html' title='another week!'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-115777724806428483</id><published>2005-07-01T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T13:14:09.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anytime now...</title><content type='html'>well well well..... i've reached my 37th week! ohmigosh!&lt;br /&gt;went for my checkup today and the doctor says that my baby has dipped real low and well, i can go into labor anytime now... just waiting...&lt;br /&gt;had a real painful braxton hicks contraction today... and a long one.. yup that's an early sign of the real thing... *shudder*... gosh.. trying not to think so much bout it.. hehe.. dun wanna freak out now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-115777724806428483?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115777724806428483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=115777724806428483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777724806428483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777724806428483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2005/07/anytime-now.html' title='anytime now...'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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-33987570.post-115777738051709328</id><published>2005-06-28T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T12:49:40.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paranoid alert</title><content type='html'>yes yes.. it's one of those times when everything gets u paranoid.. hehe.. i'm talking bout me baby of course...&lt;br /&gt;he wasn't moving much since last night and i got pretty worried.. went to the hospital to double check if everything's fine and well it is.. haha.. sigh.. thank God..&lt;br /&gt;he is moving but just not as much as usual.. well just as long as he's moving, it should be fine... the funny thing is his head is not as low as yesterday.. my doctor did a vaginal check on me and boy it was painful! haha.. the bottom line is, my membranes are not ripe enough to go into labor.. so it's just not time for him to come out! =D even though every inch of my body is screaming 'come out now!!! right this moment!!' haha.. not much point to induce either.. so i'll just have to wait and wait....&lt;br /&gt;just another 2 weeks to go... i guess i'll just relax for now.. enjoy what's left of my wonderful pregnancy and wait for the arrival of my lil bundle of joy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33987570-115777738051709328?l=exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115777738051709328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33987570&amp;postID=115777738051709328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777738051709328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33987570/posts/default/115777738051709328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhiliratingjourney.blogspot.com/2005/06/paranoid-alert.html' title='paranoid alert'/><author><name>nenamoesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03009501600655303823</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>
